<?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-2226545326293103324</id><updated>2012-02-12T10:50:46.253-06:00</updated><category term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>The Busing Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7716088011431475145</id><published>2012-02-12T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T10:50:46.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once again we had another great trip to Florida. I think in the last 6 years this was the best weather we have had for the entire week. Every day was sunny and upper 70’s/lower 80’s. It was great!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girls were loving their time on the beach and in the pool! We had our traditional big cupcakes, trip to Miromar Outlet Mall, walks to get ice cream, seeing the crazy fish Brad would catch and all of the other things we love to do down there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So now prepare for photo overload&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Running on the beach! Whoooooo!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CcaFiWknyv0/TzfrgabrK-I/AAAAAAAAC_c/acfv2zivmg0/s1600-h/jan12-0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 020" border="0" alt="jan12 020" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZUpUSsyDLyg/Tzfrgzdz_FI/AAAAAAAAC_k/B1FjHCrQ1BE/jan12-020_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-M3TE6KqK3qw/TzfriLQoRZI/AAAAAAAAC_s/6VGGOF8vrbQ/s1600-h/jan12-0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 036" border="0" alt="jan12 036" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-L9mX18eawL4/TzfritFRIPI/AAAAAAAAC_0/Y5R-FY6RomM/jan12-036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-76DDT8K220s/Tzfrj-DLK8I/AAAAAAAAC_8/DC3p518JIck/s1600-h/jan12-0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 038" border="0" alt="jan12 038" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ew1rBNw7Pwo/TzfrkRt271I/AAAAAAAADAE/b7EheS6JsJQ/jan12-038_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Always fun to burry each other in the sand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VBro3PXDI_k/TzfrovwOJDI/AAAAAAAADAM/Bh_iLQRCGmE/s1600-h/jan12-0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 043" border="0" alt="jan12 043" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8KxNTzu-_Oo/TzfrpFNnsgI/AAAAAAAADAU/ztOz64ViejU/jan12-043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One day when we went to the beach all the seagulls were flocked together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-y1un9DdFJkE/TzfrrZ59gxI/AAAAAAAADAc/kmnTIIi1ENA/s1600-h/jan12-1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 173" border="0" alt="jan12 173" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ylZ8AXvvCro/Tzfrr1saeMI/AAAAAAAADAk/AVbZp7i97us/jan12-173_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then for whatever reason the birds started to fly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8JoxndsrxJk/TzfruDEkNbI/AAAAAAAADAs/-asXcB5-V8k/s1600-h/jan12-1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 178" border="0" alt="jan12 178" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oWT-xVf4sFU/TzfrudpKSkI/AAAAAAAADA0/mzeg-tdxJFM/jan12-178_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oKgscJkMnbk/TzfrwtJX_6I/AAAAAAAADA8/3s_SqHZ87u4/s1600-h/jan12-1793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 179" border="0" alt="jan12 179" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QxJWRyFB9_8/TzfrxNDuTJI/AAAAAAAADBE/YzvJX12aAMY/jan12-179_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YkjLe9j0jhc/Tzfr0KMuvwI/AAAAAAAADBM/39vQVXl1zOI/s1600-h/jan12-0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 050" border="0" alt="jan12 050" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pW5TMRDoa5A/Tzfr0ojlGrI/AAAAAAAADBU/NhBqpQ-hTho/jan12-050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2pogNVlxlKI/Tzfr3xBvSJI/AAAAAAAADBc/jtgDAeZAev8/s1600-h/jan12-0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 065" border="0" alt="jan12 065" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--no1SpbTDYs/Tzfr4Wl9EnI/AAAAAAAADBk/68LRIWD4hDs/jan12-065_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DEw5HyJZmUM/Tzfr559JWbI/AAAAAAAADBs/_FUNQ6AUOs0/s1600-h/jan12-0776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 077" border="0" alt="jan12 077" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Er-PdDp8rtI/Tzfr6WGDiII/AAAAAAAADB0/YIbRWfjhTaE/jan12-077_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mine and Kaylee’s footprints. Getting harder and harder to tell whose is whose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XQPgsuXSIug/TzfsAJHCF2I/AAAAAAAADB8/n-9-x7JhzsE/s1600-h/jan12-0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 084" border="0" alt="jan12 084" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VgUmsQIxcwM/TzfsAkD37vI/AAAAAAAADCE/aV5Wd1DVsJc/jan12-084_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girls also spent LOTS of time in the pool. We swam in it twice a day. Generally it was breakfast, beach, pool, lunch and pool&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;. By the end of the week Kaylee was swimming length wise from one end and back again with no assistance from us or floaties. Ainsley was swimming width wise of the pool with no assistance. They did great!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;CANNONBALL!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-D0-fjlkOklo/TzfsGzRDKJI/AAAAAAAADCM/yLxGnBZk2aE/s1600-h/jan12-0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 092" border="0" alt="jan12 092" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yadCusfXd_4/TzfsHmKXV8I/AAAAAAAADCU/fcN7IKBNvXw/jan12-092_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NOAM7dNINCk/TzfsMCnW4pI/AAAAAAAADCc/IjyDPe8J6So/s1600-h/jan12-0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 093" border="0" alt="jan12 093" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6U1sVQN442o/TzfsNUrZvLI/AAAAAAAADCk/UQpQwxezR6M/jan12-093_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;More beach time. One of my favorite things to is sit on the beach and just snap pictures of my family doing their own thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WqZdbiN1bUc/TzfsQUvt8MI/AAAAAAAADCs/sO8VIl1VjMw/s1600-h/jan12-1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 102" border="0" alt="jan12 102" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VssVeeetKo8/TzfsRd-fE-I/AAAAAAAADC0/XGozVcE0PbY/jan12-102_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here they reminded me of a ducks all in a row&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-s3awmWXipYA/TzfsUrZUHyI/AAAAAAAADC8/VrdBg6lwrnY/s1600-h/jan12-1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 110" border="0" alt="jan12 110" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Hn3S965HfhU/TzfsV-3o0BI/AAAAAAAADDE/sGwXS3U0JmI/jan12-110_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1fY4OVs5PH4/TzfsZxg-wKI/AAAAAAAADDM/zpTiUlF8d9Y/s1600-h/jan12-1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 113" border="0" alt="jan12 113" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YxV4DCK8kaw/TzfsbH1p73I/AAAAAAAADDU/usYDfHo98cI/jan12-113_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daddy and his girls!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7FxOeGt4AtE/TzfsdzrhX7I/AAAAAAAADDc/P_T64-Qsx9o/s1600-h/jan12-1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 114" border="0" alt="jan12 114" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iIliDnOE4FA/TzfseXzPWXI/AAAAAAAADDk/TGX6NdWfBZU/jan12-114_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once they got swimming in the pool down they were ready to tackle swimming in the ocean. Which made this Mama a little more nervous&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_kkxkkoJMAk/Tzfsg2ccGVI/AAAAAAAADDs/yQIzFj7y8Io/s1600-h/jan12-1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 128" border="0" alt="jan12 128" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YjIJfwVm38w/TzfsiVMu_3I/AAAAAAAADD0/uiFM7bTXbIo/jan12-128_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey Girl Hey!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-eDOAzeugCV4/Tzfskj-QICI/AAAAAAAADD8/JUKCV-igsuk/s1600-h/jan12-1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 131" border="0" alt="jan12 131" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oEyC2h5qSdQ/TzfslOZrXjI/AAAAAAAADEE/sczMkAvgig0/jan12-131_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One night before we went out to eat we went to the beach to take some sunset photos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7o4RWi0hYcE/TzfsqaSbrfI/AAAAAAAADEM/vMoYmxKHz8Q/s1600-h/jan12-1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 137" border="0" alt="jan12 137" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-p8JsojTQrb8/Tzfss8IDjWI/AAAAAAAADEU/Vp2-n5mX2D8/jan12-137_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Cz89MYB-Lg8/Tzfsv4Qrw4I/AAAAAAAADEc/sSb52sQMucA/s1600-h/jan12-1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 139" border="0" alt="jan12 139" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SL8ZmJUzrjI/Tzfsx7Tum3I/AAAAAAAADEk/wDtKntcX8bY/jan12-139_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vZRuRqQVLLY/TzfszoH4BtI/AAAAAAAADEs/F1pu1kHihzs/s1600-h/jan12-1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 145" border="0" alt="jan12 145" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RPA087r4sHk/Tzfs0JAtSSI/AAAAAAAADE0/-Ffify2yQ7Y/jan12-145_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aX5LgOJ-zlA/Tzfs23E6Z4I/AAAAAAAADE8/jGPAIYL_UDo/s1600-h/jan12-1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 144" border="0" alt="jan12 144" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-BRFOxNYe7Gc/Tzfs5ildfyI/AAAAAAAADFE/wHT00ALyWWU/jan12-144_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XP9R_AkBybE/TzftAg-UsDI/AAAAAAAADFM/4Ik3mcjjOAY/s1600-h/jan12-1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 146" border="0" alt="jan12 146" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-V8_zzfUOia8/TzftBMCPc0I/AAAAAAAADFU/BZ76oU4YaxA/jan12-146_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NJqqGC2gPkg/TzftDemcPfI/AAAAAAAADFc/rLtITMKktdA/s1600-h/jan12-1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 149" border="0" alt="jan12 149" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ycJGmRGimKA/TzftD6naeKI/AAAAAAAADFk/vOCfJPx5Ig0/jan12-149_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cCAkAP_DEcE/TzftFpDHwdI/AAAAAAAADFs/Ucl3OiiNaTo/s1600-h/jan12-1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 150" border="0" alt="jan12 150" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3-7jRdM2maE/TzftGE9WNMI/AAAAAAAADF0/m2dLqG5-aZc/jan12-150_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course we had to do a silly photo too&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lwq2ck3aFxQ/TzftKVkXpSI/AAAAAAAADF8/tDlhmmiHb1E/s1600-h/jan12-1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 153" border="0" alt="jan12 153" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-T4KI98IrB6E/TzftLFe4M3I/AAAAAAAADGE/vnbW6F4mpR0/jan12-153_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;More tradition…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xv4AxCmhLMY/TzftPE24mvI/AAAAAAAADGM/gh0hlDQyKno/s1600-h/jan12-1566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 156" border="0" alt="jan12 156" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yijcIKu-VcI/TzftQGetXJI/AAAAAAAADGU/ftmwJ1D6bxE/jan12-156_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After we completed the traditional pic of the girls holding hands in front of the ocean I said I had gotten the photo. The girls then did the below ones. So I’m not sure if they misunderstood me or were just having a nice sisterly moment, either way I loved the photos!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-a6MlxxWoPOU/TzftUvnag2I/AAAAAAAADGc/1VeJ7anCLd4/s1600-h/jan12-1576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 157" border="0" alt="jan12 157" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6w6YXW397jI/TzftVhPsTZI/AAAAAAAADGk/BaODkCNgmag/jan12-157_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-F06SG4FN1EM/TzftZFEsfSI/AAAAAAAADGs/Bfar2ol7B1Q/s1600-h/jan12-1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 158" border="0" alt="jan12 158" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cOBsM1yXKVg/TzftccFr2xI/AAAAAAAADG0/m4d5ulqYyBo/jan12-158_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--BxffJYkGrI/Tzftg__ycVI/AAAAAAAADG8/sqalZbQKyt4/s1600-h/jan12-1596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 159" border="0" alt="jan12 159" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-USfJThwu8ok/Tzfthp3pj2I/AAAAAAAADHE/WhvhbfipfUk/jan12-159_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me and my girls!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mB6HsoyWQ7Q/TzftmC1bz6I/AAAAAAAADHM/YmshSNESa6w/s1600-h/jan12-1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 166" border="0" alt="jan12 166" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Mv9PBlKTWlU/Tzftm1McrEI/AAAAAAAADHU/zq9h04akxGg/jan12-166_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I said “Show me sassy!” This is what they gave me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JxuxbM5g55k/Tzftr4mA_TI/AAAAAAAADHc/Q1ZrAtgWDmQ/s1600-h/jan12-1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 168" border="0" alt="jan12 168" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FV5DaY7DdnQ/TzfttJIXNbI/AAAAAAAADHk/Z5LP0GcDCHU/jan12-168_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QiYx9x03aA8/Tzft15x6DLI/AAAAAAAADHs/0QCLUdy6iU8/s1600-h/jan12-1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 169" border="0" alt="jan12 169" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BjktxwVRlh8/Tzft2eyF31I/AAAAAAAADH0/lWgayPhl_0M/jan12-169_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kaylee wanted to take a photo of Brad and I. Turned out pretty good&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-r6VpGCxTY7g/Tzft4X4CuCI/AAAAAAAADH8/OASwKL3MbKU/s1600-h/jan12-1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 171" border="0" alt="jan12 171" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-j30SJd8jr_0/Tzft47FjdrI/AAAAAAAADIE/1ayFQG5hqCE/jan12-171_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This year was really hard for me to see our trip end. It’s never fun to have to come back to reality, but this year more than others I was really pushing to just stay&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;. Of course deep down I know that even if we lived there eventually stressors here would be stressors there. Life has stressors and once you live somewhere it’s no longer vacation. But a girl can dream, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7716088011431475145?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7716088011431475145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7716088011431475145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7716088011431475145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7716088011431475145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2012/02/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TGQK_AbZiGc/Tzfrd3RRWrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/EjhdcweU39o/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smile2.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7381204974682000529</id><published>2012-02-09T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:17:14.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JsgjvDBPdWM/TzSMNu43pZI/AAAAAAAAC-8/F6M5m9xphKk/s1600-h/jan12%252520157%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan12 157" border="0" alt="jan12 157" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iV0HCaPH0Qg/TzSMOC3gLeI/AAAAAAAAC_E/NJ4nHcomjnI/jan12%252520157_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vacation was wonderful as our time in Florida always is, and I will soon post many of our Florida photos and details, but this post is about the moments and realizations I come to every year when we take our first walk on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We journey to Florida every January. My parents have a timeshare and we are lucky enough to be invited along. My girls love it and I love the time they get to spend making memories with their Mee-Maw and Paw-Paw. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Each year as we take our first walk on the beach I realize that an entire year has passed. I think of the year before and how old my children were, what they were doing, what they liked, disliked, etc. This year as we walked and I was reflecting on years past Ainsley was walking next to me, each of us holding a side of a bucket’s handle and Ainsley was picking up every shell in sight in that bucket while making up songs about those shells. Kaylee was in front of us running along, in and out of the waves, and every once in awhile picking up some random item and bringing it back to ask me what it was and giving her theory on what it was. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As usual through my reflections leads me to my predictions and thoughts as to what it will be like next year, their ages, what they will be doing, what they will like and what they won’t. I think that far to soon enough they won’t want to walk with me, it just won’t be a cool thing to do. Ainsley’s silly-songs she likes to make-up won’t be sung, and Kaylee will be more concerned with how she looks walking on the beach then the random things she finds. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Each day we take our beach walks I savor them, I let them sink in, really sink in to my mind and to my heart. All the normal hustle-bustle of our normal life is gone. No school, no work, no tumbling or dance class to get to. No house to worry about cleaning, lunches to be made or homework to get done. The sun warms my skin and those girls warm my hearts. Their thoughts, that are constantly verbalized without any filter, their observations, which are also constantly verbalized without any filter (which can be dangerous on a beach&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ODlzbSN4N3Q/TzSMOXUE5fI/AAAAAAAAC_M/hxLTptmHM0s/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;), even their disagreements. These are simple conversations but so significant. These are my moments, my very treasured moments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7381204974682000529?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7381204974682000529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7381204974682000529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7381204974682000529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7381204974682000529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2012/02/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iV0HCaPH0Qg/TzSMOC3gLeI/AAAAAAAAC_E/NJ4nHcomjnI/s72-c/jan12%252520157_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3539231046191477267</id><published>2012-01-22T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:21:31.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in Vacuming</title><content type='html'>I love to vacuum. At least I think I do. I will vacuum the downstairs at least 3 times a week and the upstairs 1 to 2 times a week. Why? Good question. As I was vacuuming Friday, the 3rd time this week, I was thinking about why I vacuum so much. I realize part of it is due to the fact that I have a busy house filled with a husband, 2 children and a dog and all of their "stuff". Generally when I see something on the floor I get the "Ugh, all my floors are dirty I need to vacuum" kind of feeling. However I love my vacuum. I love that it is bagless and that I can see all the dirt in the container when I'm done. A little instant gratification, I suppose. My children laugh at me because not only do I vacuum the floors but the walls, furniture, the stove and I have even been known to vacuum the inside of the mircowave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was thinking of all of these reasons that I love to vacuum, and was moving closer to the Dining Room where my children were sitting at the table doing puzzles and bickering over something monumental I'm sure, I realized that when I vacuum and get lost in the humming noise the vacuum makes I no longer here the bickering of my girls and instead of the dog being at my feet she keeps a safe distance. Even when in the Dining Room, vacuuming around the chairs of my children they recognize I'm completing a task and don't even bother to try to involve me in their dispute via tattling on each other. They just let me coast on through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...so maybe the peace I get from vacuuming is the core of my love for this activity:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3539231046191477267?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3539231046191477267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3539231046191477267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3539231046191477267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3539231046191477267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2012/01/peace-in-vacuming.html' title='Peace in Vacuming'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2529422117167801428</id><published>2012-01-15T20:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:01:35.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>There have been a lot of conversations occurring in my house lately. Uncommon...No? Interesting ...Oh Yes! For those of you that are my friends on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; you may have read some recent posts about these conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose with a 4 and 6 year-old it should not be surprising when thoughts that are streaming through their minds are constantly coming out of their mouths. They haven't quite grown into their filters yet. Honestly some days I wonder if they may stay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;filterless&lt;/span&gt; for their life. Each day brings new thoughts and new experiences, which lead to new questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an average Tuesday evening we were sitting together, just hanging out. Ainsley and I on the couch and Brad in the chair, Kaylee was in the other room. The conversation begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley: Mommy, do I pee out of my woo-woo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, it's called your vagina.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley: Vagina?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley begins saying vagina over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley: Mommy, how does God make a vagina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I look at Brad because I'm at a loss for words on how to actually answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad jumps in and explains to Ainsley that when you are first in your Mommy's tummy you are really tiny and as you grow your vagina grows with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee comes in the room and Ainsley (with lots of excitement in her voice) says "Hey Kaylee, guess what!! When you are in your Mommy's tummy and you grow your vagina grows with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: That's enough Vagina talk.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley: Do boys pee out their vagina?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, boys have a penis.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley: (With more excitement) Hey Kaylee, boys have a penis.&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: I call them wieners.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley: Well there are wiener dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the biology discussion passes and I'm still feeling like I am having a surreal, this can't be my life, actual moment. At one point I was hiding in my shirt because I was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally regrouped ourselves. Kaylee and I now on the couch, Brad still in the chair and Ainsley hanging upside down over the ottoman. A commercial for a show on Food Network titled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bitchen&lt;/span&gt; Kitchen comes on. Kaylee says: I can't believe that the lady has a show with that word in the title. Instead of saying something like "I know, it's weird." and letting it go. Brad decides to say: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bitchen&lt;/span&gt; really isn't a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perks up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ainsleys&lt;/span&gt;, upside down ears, up and she says "What's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bitchen&lt;/span&gt;?" "Daddy, what's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bitchen&lt;/span&gt;?" So Brad explains what it means and that it has "Bitch" as part of the word and that it's not a nice word so that's why we shouldn't say those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reinforce it by telling the girls if they say those words at school they will surely go straight to red:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, yes sweet little conversations that have been taking place at our house. Can't wait to see what questions we can conquer tomorrow with more conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2529422117167801428?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2529422117167801428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2529422117167801428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2529422117167801428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2529422117167801428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2012/01/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2883154650512223106</id><published>2012-01-15T18:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:36:11.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have learned (so far).</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here we are in 2012. A whole new year, with new possibilities of things big and small, happy and sad, clear and clear as mud and all of the possibilities that come with a beginning. Ironically these are things we reflect on when something, like a year, comes to an end.&lt;/p&gt;As I look ahead to things that will be this year I think of the lessons I will learn, or maybe re-learn. I reflect on lessons that I have already learned. Many of these lessons that have been taught since becoming a Mom. This year will mark the 7 year anniversary of holding that title. Some of these lessons I may have already knew, but never really understood in the way that I do now.  &lt;p&gt;I have learned that:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s ok, and normal, if some days we feel sad, tired or maybe have just hit our limit.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zGvwP5I6oeI/TxNrPuAhXNI/AAAAAAAACzU/B8Rx4AjnGBM/s1600-h/100_1606%25255B11%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="100_1606" border="0" alt="100_1606" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ks63Xb6Zi0I/TxNrQLFM6vI/AAAAAAAACzc/p5KY5GwIWYI/100_1606_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-81iUKo0WdPw/TxNrRy5wZNI/AAAAAAAACzk/TdkkexQL-pg/s1600-h/Florida%25252C%252520etc%2525202009%252520002%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Florida, etc 2009 002" border="0" alt="Florida, etc 2009 002" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-e9nqjnD9Dus/TxNrSbRMkVI/AAAAAAAACzs/6OdiNzVeGzw/Florida%25252C%252520etc%2525202009%252520002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even if those around us are happy and showing us love and support.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZOHsH2VZTjg/TxNrVrku8oI/AAAAAAAACz0/Co-qm_fpcQo/s1600-h/Florida%25252C%252520etc%2525202009%252520054%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Florida, etc 2009 054" border="0" alt="Florida, etc 2009 054" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aRKNg0IseWA/TxNrWSy39xI/AAAAAAAACz8/oCNAL6FMN6o/Florida%25252C%252520etc%2525202009%252520054_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mhenBDsxGZc/TxNrajpvVUI/AAAAAAAAC0E/2jOtvVoXTHk/s1600-h/ank%252520053%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="ank 053" border="0" alt="ank 053" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vbKhHu2MoAA/TxNrbOj-RpI/AAAAAAAAC0M/nC-70a0sRKI/ank%252520053_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some days we need someone to take us by the hand and guide us,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Da7rBYX6rgk/TxNrc9ecZRI/AAAAAAAAC0U/HgYPRFWKb4o/s1600-h/100_1649%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="100_1649" border="0" alt="100_1649" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vsHPGGQE5RE/TxNrdWuxcyI/AAAAAAAAC0c/SGTB3Qv1n6E/100_1649_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;or point us in the right direction,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DjHp-NVr2Hk/TxNrfWo1GZI/AAAAAAAAC0k/eAlx8D8HdwI/s1600-h/130%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="130" border="0" alt="130" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-D7fV1l4AB-k/TxNrf3cSyWI/AAAAAAAAC0s/J27T97CHLA0/130_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;or just hold us and give us a place to rest our head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4Iva5_aQL6Q/TxNrhqzW8gI/AAAAAAAAC00/a1aH1tityK0/s1600-h/178%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="178" border="0" alt="178" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VSkDZZsv6fU/TxNriHAv4HI/AAAAAAAAC08/nkJf_zaQ7pk/178_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve learned that when we work together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FPAZWVgLxT8/TxNrktUxssI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Zq4fagXcHR4/s1600-h/ank%252520104%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="ank 104" border="0" alt="ank 104" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IRhD80Xp0FY/TxNrlLEUSRI/AAAAAAAAC1M/dz53qOZQL1Q/ank%252520104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we can do great things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1TNbtdxUM9Q/TxNrn0Rqy7I/AAAAAAAAC1U/y-daRZzeFrY/s1600-h/dec11%252520037%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="dec11 037" border="0" alt="dec11 037" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7DllBqVlKbM/TxNroTAXQlI/AAAAAAAAC1c/3EjxKFG28vE/dec11%252520037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although some days we need to try to figure things out for ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FkrWJ3mXCOI/TxNrqBesXII/AAAAAAAAC1k/S4uHv6XylUA/s1600-h/florida%2525202010%252520016%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="florida 2010 016" border="0" alt="florida 2010 016" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zDH2g9kwrWU/TxNrqQeqEtI/AAAAAAAAC1s/SLuryCeO3PM/florida%2525202010%252520016_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Either working together or alone it’s always nice to have someone there to share your victories and defeats with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wq1VvkDCbNY/TxNrteWC5EI/AAAAAAAAC10/dFynD11J0NU/s1600-h/busing-177%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="busing-177" border="0" alt="busing-177" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WXDF6GDOemM/TxNrt33t9rI/AAAAAAAAC18/1I8Ma3R6NtA/busing-177_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve learned that blankies can make things all better, or worse if they are misplaced.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fRsfRQ5GMuw/TxNrwmkX1uI/AAAAAAAAC2E/r-yza4lbNwg/s1600-h/Aug2009%252520001%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Aug2009 001" border="0" alt="Aug2009 001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-JZcCNz7HzXw/TxNrxB11Z3I/AAAAAAAAC2M/bsTvH-1JPEA/Aug2009%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You don’t have to speak words to show or feel love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--NnzLwkJwag/TxNr0mFkgEI/AAAAAAAAC2U/LJQ00gfGtDA/s1600-h/Kids%2525202008%252520085%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Kids 2008 085" border="0" alt="Kids 2008 085" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-V9IoejDwYLE/TxNr1GH39nI/AAAAAAAAC2c/vACQFwXTgBQ/Kids%2525202008%252520085_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have learned that some days we get lost in our own world and may even feel it’s weight upon our shoulders.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-P02_BFAoOk8/TxNr3pSQCLI/AAAAAAAAC2k/m7bcVTw3aEs/s1600-h/florida%2525202010%252520066%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="florida 2010 066" border="0" alt="florida 2010 066" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YQzs7QmzEwQ/TxNr3yQpE6I/AAAAAAAAC2s/NNeeGhGKNP0/florida%2525202010%252520066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some days we may even feel that we are getting pulled along without feeling any control.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xQoWCEErgwc/TxNr8M-prlI/AAAAAAAAC20/-IGWUoxyp4U/s1600-h/ank%252520102%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="ank 102" border="0" alt="ank 102" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bpN4D-klJsc/TxNr8-xnvpI/AAAAAAAAC28/o3IeEfcnmoI/ank%252520102_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have learned that some days it’s nice to take a  ride,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XdC8I6rzt3s/TxNsBUXXSeI/AAAAAAAAC3E/NmtSoMWXTHM/s1600-h/june08%252520009%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="june08 009" border="0" alt="june08 009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Z4Dg8SUnTdM/TxNsCDWMyWI/AAAAAAAAC3M/L8mEST9zKAA/june08%252520009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and when that ride is over it’s nice to have some help to get off safely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/--alIr-1sgoo/TxNsGDDHcDI/AAAAAAAAC3U/GE164gzFcaQ/s1600-h/july%2525202011%252520115%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="july 2011 115" border="0" alt="july 2011 115" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yzC7PLksyCc/TxNsGicXHuI/AAAAAAAAC3c/eUHzhr_ZTqM/july%2525202011%252520115_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have learned that some days you need to be silly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HXIzEDwzcCw/TxNsJaFy4zI/AAAAAAAAC3k/lkGIwsOmGOo/s1600-h/July%25252009%252520087%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="July 09 087" border="0" alt="July 09 087" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Yk3lzqSUxJw/TxNsJztdtjI/AAAAAAAAC3s/lISfedNFCps/July%25252009%252520087_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some days you pay for the late nights and look a little like Gary Busey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HssvfmQ5Sqg/TxNsL1cRU_I/AAAAAAAAC30/mV-CxBZsAXI/s1600-h/ank%252520301%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="ank 301" border="0" alt="ank 301" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WxmJN61843s/TxNsMRBIZiI/AAAAAAAAC38/xENKnCm_IB4/ank%252520301_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No matter the day it’s important to stop and smell the flowers because this world of ours is always changing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nd2zMI5NpZc/TxNsO8C9UxI/AAAAAAAAC4E/eMKj_FZ2UNw/s1600-h/Aug2009%252520046%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Aug2009 046" border="0" alt="Aug2009 046" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yLyeMNWMJa4/TxNsPQjHymI/AAAAAAAAC4M/UHr0ggBnifo/Aug2009%252520046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We should take the time to not only smell the flowers but explore all the world has to offer, and maybe even catch a bug&lt;img class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-d0n0zjwWIbE/TxNsPlRb4tI/AAAAAAAAC4U/fTvNKf73fuo/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iNyglZ2IkjI/TxNsRnk3XKI/AAAAAAAAC4c/B_2DSo0te0M/s1600-h/may2010%252520037%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="may2010 037" border="0" alt="may2010 037" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-r58a9iGZLME/TxNsSDQafRI/AAAAAAAAC4k/OmR-63A8LV0/may2010%252520037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fashion is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-peMGNrsnYk4/TxNsTvzJXUI/AAAAAAAAC4s/0QqjYHP4BpI/s1600-h/dec2010%252520189%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="dec2010 189" border="0" alt="dec2010 189" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xIE72OLAwN8/TxNsTwKN6KI/AAAAAAAAC40/V-Cp_iI92Qk/dec2010%252520189_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some days that fashion statement needs to say “I’m a princess!”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--9dcjgryOyo/TxNsVUQ4S3I/AAAAAAAAC48/kFC6hy-RzRU/s1600-h/ank%252520404%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="ank 404" border="0" alt="ank 404" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-swi1w9_kimU/TxNsV6kA6_I/AAAAAAAAC5E/xU-I8gvYTtk/ank%252520404_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some days we have to do things we don’t want to do and shouldn’t be afraid to let others know.&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ck8pm3DHFL4/TxNsYZj_npI/AAAAAAAAC5M/7Vg9YxuGxXo/s1600-h/dec11%252520001%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="dec11 001" border="0" alt="dec11 001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cJ9S3chaqwE/TxNsYmikSYI/AAAAAAAAC5U/wzIA7DXBafs/dec11%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jk7rwDk6CpM/TxNsaH9pNkI/AAAAAAAAC5c/w9YEQTKu7Ng/s1600-h/photos018%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="photos018" border="0" alt="photos018" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k2RS_9-z7k4/TxNsaU_sNiI/AAAAAAAAC5k/M_T8AqFO6sM/photos018_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="189" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s good to feel some independence, even if that independence can get a bit messy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IrWyzB7TUuk/TxNscvkAgKI/AAAAAAAAC5s/yjHXxH-1rKQ/s1600-h/kaylee%252520107%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="kaylee 107" border="0" alt="kaylee 107" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XdY_7oNHnq8/TxNsdFcJX7I/AAAAAAAAC50/XFXRnXNYSZk/kaylee%252520107_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s always a great day when you can lick the batter,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qlCaex5ijhY/TxNsfXkG7VI/AAAAAAAAC58/s57MwJU7CXE/s1600-h/may%2525202011%252520023%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="may 2011 023" border="0" alt="may 2011 023" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HpwY-Akhs8I/TxNsfiZmI_I/AAAAAAAAC6E/bsTVPaFW8Ec/may%2525202011%252520023_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and eat some cake too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-D8fPad8mhHk/TxNsiUqcWHI/AAAAAAAAC6M/Lf0OMpecZlo/s1600-h/ank%252520348%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="ank 348" border="0" alt="ank 348" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8-PtgecbrL0/TxNsiylHFqI/AAAAAAAAC6U/1gpZNJc0BsY/ank%252520348_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Strength, loyalty and beauty can be passed through generations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zd0wuYCtciY/TxNsov3bXqI/AAAAAAAAC6c/wiRSGuQ4PJI/s1600-h/busing-97%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="busing-97" border="0" alt="busing-97" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-h_er5XCpTrc/TxNspMRaKqI/AAAAAAAAC6k/bSCgmJuAw44/busing-97_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some days the world looks better upside down and&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-neyXihMVWMI/TxNtASkyzVI/AAAAAAAAC6s/xmJV1RkrECA/s1600-h/July%25252009%252520040%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="July 09 040" border="0" alt="July 09 040" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Ry-5fxotkwY/TxNtA39797I/AAAAAAAAC60/Bqu6NUp6xfc/July%25252009%252520040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;other days it looks better standing-up straight as you are ready to dive right in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lZVIfoL07bw/TxNtDWw3_wI/AAAAAAAAC68/2nNMhcIL7FY/s1600-h/florida2011%252520094%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="florida2011 094" border="0" alt="florida2011 094" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CRVMlir1st0/TxNtD4CNrDI/AAAAAAAAC7E/LfVzJaCUoB4/florida2011%252520094_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some days we like to offer our advice and suggestions and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lZkO5ymDilw/TxNtGqmZfkI/AAAAAAAAC7M/VsqPHq3K7po/s1600-h/Fall2010%252520088%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Fall2010 088" border="0" alt="Fall2010 088" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Nxyw7Ku8zc4/TxNtHDOD8WI/AAAAAAAAC7U/IW867MSN4Hc/Fall2010%252520088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;other days we want to listen and learn.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3zBqfdhZmLU/TxNtIR0pieI/AAAAAAAAC7c/v_qBBsmKbr0/s1600-h/Florida%25252C%252520etc%2525202009%252520105%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Florida, etc 2009 105" border="0" alt="Florida, etc 2009 105" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-77XvO_Temjc/TxNtI3obUdI/AAAAAAAAC7k/cnp3kT7nSK0/Florida%25252C%252520etc%2525202009%252520105_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We shouldn’t let bumps in the road stop us from doing what we love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-elo2RCHIJrI/TxNtKTBBv_I/AAAAAAAAC7s/2ifts06at1U/s1600-h/july%2525202011%252520003%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="july 2011 003" border="0" alt="july 2011 003" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oR6DwAxYhuQ/TxNtK0_OfsI/AAAAAAAAC70/OYtOSFwP8PQ/july%2525202011%252520003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Trophies make all the hard work worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-b8jExL6YXnU/TxNtMyoR4eI/AAAAAAAAC78/SuFoWZU6Hvk/s1600-h/july%2525202011%252520044%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="july 2011 044" border="0" alt="july 2011 044" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ban9v8bRLQA/TxNvHo0-gHI/AAAAAAAAC8E/VZbd9AYU67w/july%2525202011%252520044_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Days can be amazing when one of your biggest fans is there to not only cheer you on but coach you along the way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RGZge5SsF88/TxNvJo541MI/AAAAAAAAC8M/mvrgpA_JiSQ/s1600-h/june%2525202011%252520196%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="june 2011 196" border="0" alt="june 2011 196" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7TOSuuqA4GE/TxNvKT04cbI/AAAAAAAAC8U/lrqVWIx0ivU/june%2525202011%252520196_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s nice to see the view from the top.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9VPz6DW8hvo/TxNvMFzQlSI/AAAAAAAAC8c/St3DfYLbADw/s1600-h/Fall%2525202011%252520533%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px; border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Fall 2011 533" border="0" alt="Fall 2011 533" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0ustcXPbwoA/TxNvM4rP2iI/AAAAAAAAC8k/u-eTSRd9w1o/Fall%2525202011%252520533_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s also nice to get the view from up close.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Kc-PiMwe3os/TxNvQw4DfYI/AAAAAAAAC8s/jonN8w2hMF4/s1600-h/fall2011%252520081%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px; border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="fall2011 081" border="0" alt="fall2011 081" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QLuKYrbufyk/TxNvRak88iI/AAAAAAAAC80/z7W01amz8T0/fall2011%252520081_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes we can cause our view to become a little skewed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VMPRn1uZj4g/TxNvR4JdEPI/AAAAAAAAC88/st8TjFN5YcM/s1600-h/Steph%252520Cell%252520109%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="Steph Cell 109" border="0" alt="Steph Cell 109" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-K4agvA2uizY/TxNvSUmih6I/AAAAAAAAC9E/-9mOR8DqT-Y/Steph%252520Cell%252520109_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;No matter your day, your feeling or your view the important thing is the people who surround you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fWowlHjBqJc/TxNvWTjkVhI/AAAAAAAAC9M/rH5zKED-3k0/s1600-h/florida%2525202010%252520004%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="florida 2010 004" border="0" alt="florida 2010 004" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qXupgVZpxCg/TxNvWyfFIlI/AAAAAAAAC9U/tFlaRRvz4Po/florida%2525202010%252520004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Support you and love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jiZKryJjHqk/TxNvaF3XAvI/AAAAAAAAC9c/SjB4lcJx3MU/s1600-h/florida%2525202010%252520006%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="florida 2010 006" border="0" alt="florida 2010 006" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3qMHvdZMeMY/TxNval-f6eI/AAAAAAAAC9k/HMuQ1FGLfbI/florida%2525202010%252520006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teach you things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YpPeuOgn_r4/TxNveiOvCMI/AAAAAAAAC9s/RRBVmGa09Ak/s1600-h/summer11%252520039%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="summer11 039" border="0" alt="summer11 039" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cglxjp5Pt18/TxNvfJuygtI/AAAAAAAAC90/eM_q4qgK8-k/summer11%252520039_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-b0PGMo8lOEA/TxNvgi-SicI/AAAAAAAAC98/KjFDihNjGtY/s1600-h/may2010%252520221%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="may2010 221" border="0" alt="may2010 221" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-saQig2Yg0wQ/TxNvhO9VVrI/AAAAAAAAC-E/0ot19f2ln8w/may2010%252520221_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Take the time to sit with you and spend time with you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iQgD_QcB3cU/TxNvj3bvBfI/AAAAAAAAC-M/0EG7Sgvzmnw/s1600-h/dec2010%252520096%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="dec2010 096" border="0" alt="dec2010 096" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nZcXz5aNuxc/TxNvkEPfKUI/AAAAAAAAC-U/tOt8y0Y4kSs/dec2010%252520096_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Before you know it babies are going to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-O_dJMGG3jEU/TxNvl0VNx7I/AAAAAAAAC-c/HEuiZVBNrL0/s1600-h/aug%2525202011%252520139%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="aug 2011 139" border="0" alt="aug 2011 139" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rUqJIDCt7IE/TxNvmfDP5xI/AAAAAAAAC-k/FVNKA41DXgk/aug%2525202011%252520139_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="136" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;Time just runs right by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0nKd6q_Hubo/TxNvoV0r5BI/AAAAAAAAC-s/CT6uf7sZ1vM/s1600-h/june%2525202011%252520184%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px currentColor; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" title="june 2011 184" border="0" alt="june 2011 184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JGOa086UVao/TxNvo0jT4yI/AAAAAAAAC-0/8LZlljmtkUA/june%2525202011%252520184_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whatever your lessons may be this year may they be good lessons, even if they are lessons you have already had&lt;img class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-d0n0zjwWIbE/TxNsPlRb4tI/AAAAAAAAC4U/fTvNKf73fuo/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2883154650512223106?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2883154650512223106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2883154650512223106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2883154650512223106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2883154650512223106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-have-learned-s0-far.html' title='What I have learned (so far).'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ks63Xb6Zi0I/TxNrQLFM6vI/AAAAAAAACzc/p5KY5GwIWYI/s72-c/100_1606_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5382140043876707955</id><published>2011-12-27T15:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:13:05.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Mega Post- 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Christmas Eve we went to my Dad and Sallie’s house, as is our tradition. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Skyeler and Ainsley hanging out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Da2sm1J4560/TvozlqHx1EI/AAAAAAAACtA/6h2gaCns7PM/s1600-h/dec11%252520001%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 001" border="0" alt="dec11 001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--M4BQZ-QSeU/TvozmEyazBI/AAAAAAAACtI/f1NENFcRrNs/dec11%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The kids made gingerbread crafts. They could either do a Snoopy doghouse or a sleigh with Santa. The girls all picked the sleighs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oTnWgNhV1E8/Tvozof4MnDI/AAAAAAAACtQ/r_pZ2pxOYqI/s1600-h/dec11%252520005%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 005" border="0" alt="dec11 005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZkG-by6InhQ/TvozohqrSuI/AAAAAAAACtY/zLygAAHJftU/dec11%252520005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some may have been tasting the decorations and frosting as they went&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R7Pxk3u3ATQ/Tvozo2ty8LI/AAAAAAAACtg/kfdRbUTNOZA/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-SeFTH0tLRpE/TvozrAvxVRI/AAAAAAAACto/vC2kANZ59n4/s1600-h/dec11%252520007%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 007" border="0" alt="dec11 007" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bjwYRvq9FFM/TvozrlX83sI/AAAAAAAACtw/AqiBNSakSbQ/dec11%252520007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ainsley playing with Jason Jr.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KHxk4NZVUcg/Tvozu9ZOy9I/AAAAAAAACt4/IcRCyuoTonM/s1600-h/dec11%252520020%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 020" border="0" alt="dec11 020" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CWTVVfB47sQ/TvozvTaaEvI/AAAAAAAACuA/8gFr1BE8MMQ/dec11%252520020_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We took some photos pre-presents. It’s good motivation for the kids&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R7Pxk3u3ATQ/Tvozo2ty8LI/AAAAAAAACtg/kfdRbUTNOZA/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pR4rreK77Lk/TvozxEeoBgI/AAAAAAAACuI/Ye4miRsvPP4/s1600-h/dec11%252520024%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 024" border="0" alt="dec11 024" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_cdtHonsyUg/Tvozx2N8kGI/AAAAAAAACuQ/t9xMG6WcmJs/dec11%252520024_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="167" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dad and Sallie with all their grandkids.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-eisxurT4NRA/Tvoz0FB3S_I/AAAAAAAACuY/tK0OOqMWi5Y/s1600-h/dec11%252520032%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 032" border="0" alt="dec11 032" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3qD8A9uhalw/Tvoz1qjAjeI/AAAAAAAACug/KNC4FcvRpK0/dec11%252520032_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grandma Schelle with all of her Great-Grandkids. This was the best photo I got.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Aq6mYTso5lM/Tvoz6mqEOpI/AAAAAAAACuo/Xy9x8mHj1-w/s1600-h/dec11%252520038%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 038" border="0" alt="dec11 038" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hg9wYJ11BSs/Tvoz7C3r2jI/AAAAAAAACuw/sVVW9gOnahg/dec11%252520038_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Katie and Jason’s Family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-dpCznN0ZamU/Tvoz9hXwKdI/AAAAAAAACu4/KLAObF1RwGQ/s1600-h/dec11%252520041%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 041" border="0" alt="dec11 041" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jvdBl8WqJLE/Tvoz-ChB51I/AAAAAAAACvA/yf_DcQYe4CA/dec11%252520041_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brandon and Nichole, minus the dog’s Lucy and Daisy. 2012 will be a big year for them as they will be married!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wcJZsNhZ0P0/Tvo0BVNPFII/AAAAAAAACvI/pI7zvju9ERs/s1600-h/dec11%252520046%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 046" border="0" alt="dec11 046" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lFFXZGfAYjg/Tvo0CLXeDQI/AAAAAAAACvQ/oyVeXZgMm5s/dec11%252520046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally present time!! Kaylee and her new Squinkie game. One of her many new things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_osW7ZeFhvI/Tvo0GPNKuzI/AAAAAAAACvY/F4OYgiIWZTk/s1600-h/dec11%252520055%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 055" border="0" alt="dec11 055" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bUoQkJG3iX4/Tvo0GrlaSKI/AAAAAAAACvg/dnx2rfHxjqw/dec11%252520055_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ainsley and her new V-Reader. Can you tell how much she wanted this!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sOAUcj0jFX0/Tvo0JOu1VqI/AAAAAAAACvo/171eGa5I3Do/s1600-h/dec11%252520058%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 058" border="0" alt="dec11 058" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-v6fKkld6jG8/Tvo0JlZduMI/AAAAAAAACvw/vSpVAMsVzFE/dec11%252520058_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="221" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grandpa playing a game of Headbands with the kids.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Cg5ofSfX720/Tvo0MnqARvI/AAAAAAAACv4/Y16T9M2djA0/s1600-h/dec11%252520066%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 066" border="0" alt="dec11 066" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sp2FPaZg5X8/Tvo0NTEnGiI/AAAAAAAACwA/00hTOudPyT0/dec11%252520066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dad and Sallie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TGn0U3rLlBs/Tvo0QPDmrbI/AAAAAAAACwI/usD5NcTiwZ0/s1600-h/dec11%252520071%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 071" border="0" alt="dec11 071" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HPVdjp4lNDE/Tvo0QupONRI/AAAAAAAACwQ/NOtR4CwAWuw/dec11%252520071_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ainsley showing Great-Grandma how to work her V-Reader.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aw68cVuPk90/Tvo0T_Z7A1I/AAAAAAAACwY/S2jsADW2xnA/s1600-h/dec11%252520072%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 072" border="0" alt="dec11 072" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kaT58OuMvQI/Tvo0Udvbi4I/AAAAAAAACwg/PQiM9AIIQIs/dec11%252520072_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We got home and the girls got to work, setting out cookies, milk, and a homemade pretzel for Santa and some carrots for the Reindeer. Ainsley helped Kaylee write a note to Santa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DQc60ZBKnXo/Tvo0XUDd7gI/AAAAAAAACwo/2NdGo2Guv6c/s1600-h/dec11%252520076%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 076" border="0" alt="dec11 076" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sZvy69wmfJk/Tvo0X5En2iI/AAAAAAAACww/eHG-g14vaog/dec11%252520076_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Christmas morning-looks like Santa came. This year he brought Kaylee a digital camera, a scrapbook and some scrapbook accessories. Ainsley got a Barbie dollhouse, furniture and a new Barbie. Apparently Santa’s elves were really busy this year and had to send Brad the blueprints for the house. Of course Brad agreed to help and when Santa got to our house on Christmas Eve the house was ready to be set up and have the furniture added to it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lCKlrWTpkFQ/Tvo0bBQK2YI/AAAAAAAACw4/dbgLiAGVfUk/s1600-h/dec11%252520085%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 085" border="0" alt="dec11 085" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vK75vzjksH0/Tvo0bs7b5ZI/AAAAAAAACxA/ULSDoziZHEw/dec11%252520085_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Checking out their stockings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4StNG7cwQ6M/Tvo0fQzi3AI/AAAAAAAACxI/NRxZH4VqO7g/s1600-h/dec11%252520098%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 098" border="0" alt="dec11 098" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jXUQKMTssgE/Tvo0gBf3d_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/6knW9hjya6w/dec11%252520098_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ainsley playing in her dollhouse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7fx4Z6Jtp-g/Tvo0jP2pHJI/AAAAAAAACxY/YIqpq1nvqT0/s1600-h/dec11%252520101%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 101" border="0" alt="dec11 101" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5P5D_N1sdGM/Tvo0jf_4PDI/AAAAAAAACxg/L3CtoxbnDHw/dec11%252520101_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Presents galore!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-02Mky-2RY_0/Tvo0m78fqII/AAAAAAAACxo/dmK7NEkeefg/s1600-h/dec11%252520106%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 106" border="0" alt="dec11 106" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6AMRRa98cwg/Tvo0na7WjOI/AAAAAAAACxw/zXodykNvMdI/dec11%252520106_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Later in the day Brad’s family came over. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qEZuFi_wQ24/Tvo0p9YTl_I/AAAAAAAACx4/svcJpJEGeKA/s1600-h/dec11%252520006%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 006" border="0" alt="dec11 006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oWuo069NuCY/Tvo0qhh7TRI/AAAAAAAACyA/L1DGjjE0CeI/dec11%252520006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grandma and Grandpa with their girls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d98aKn9V1jk/Tvo0tOZlTaI/AAAAAAAACyI/A1qFUcv6WZI/s1600-h/dec11%252520008%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 008" border="0" alt="dec11 008" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VqwH3HpS3no/Tvo0tr14TvI/AAAAAAAACyQ/eFTeLqDUm5o/dec11%252520008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kristin and I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cHScz0wIwhU/Tvo0v3JANYI/AAAAAAAACyY/Uxz9K0vSqro/s1600-h/dec11%252520009%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 009" border="0" alt="dec11 009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZKOsCppsOpo/Tvo0wROw8_I/AAAAAAAACyg/sWT2AqTZPFQ/dec11%252520009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course MORE presents&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R7Pxk3u3ATQ/Tvozo2ty8LI/AAAAAAAACtg/kfdRbUTNOZA/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-v8z8Q7m1lb8/Tvo0zg7t39I/AAAAAAAACyo/n993pq8OXiM/s1600-h/dec11%252520014%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 014" border="0" alt="dec11 014" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aFaFH4cOMiQ/Tvo00HDWPKI/AAAAAAAACyw/pPO44GvSbbg/dec11%252520014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oQt_6gG3nKs/Tvo028nJ05I/AAAAAAAACy4/_IBJeLxJk5g/s1600-h/dec11%252520016%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 016" border="0" alt="dec11 016" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4cWYsDOz5so/Tvo03t5C7KI/AAAAAAAACzA/oaxLlCuNTLk/dec11%252520016_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had a very blessed Christmas. Mostly because we got to spend time with our family!! The girls must have been on their best behavior for most of the year because they sure got some great things!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The last few days have been a lot of cleaning and organizing! I’m still not done. However it gives me something to work on over New Year’s weekend. Yep, I really live the wild life&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R7Pxk3u3ATQ/Tvozo2ty8LI/AAAAAAAACtg/kfdRbUTNOZA/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-5382140043876707955?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5382140043876707955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5382140043876707955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5382140043876707955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5382140043876707955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-mega-post-2011.html' title='Christmas Mega Post- 2011'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--M4BQZ-QSeU/TvozmEyazBI/AAAAAAAACtI/f1NENFcRrNs/s72-c/dec11%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-9180028933482377873</id><published>2011-12-21T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:18:10.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We have been enjoying all the festivities that this time of year brings!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We helped my Mom decorate her tree. I love that she invites the girls over to do this and we get to have these wonderful memories!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-teU1MJAn2wo/TvKgGv8c9qI/AAAAAAAACno/SfnbZnAv_Tw/s1600-h/dec11%252520001%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 001" border="0" alt="dec11 001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-362gFg1M8u0/TvKgHaZUPyI/AAAAAAAACnw/BOY-otRgef8/dec11%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-S5fHjv4xxbw/TvKgLaXDFqI/AAAAAAAACn4/xA_Po5ulD1U/s1600-h/dec11%252520002%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 002" border="0" alt="dec11 002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UVp96drIa8I/TvKgL94EmZI/AAAAAAAACoA/5ZMGh0bK5xs/dec11%252520002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0J_VWpzoVSs/TvKgRJXT7PI/AAAAAAAACoI/4EPyrbcRAFU/s1600-h/dec11%252520005%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 005" border="0" alt="dec11 005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-erByAjtXqd0/TvKgRmrNIvI/AAAAAAAACoQ/xJBZkARfjR0/dec11%252520005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course in order to do great tree-trimming work one needs some hot cocoa, with extra marshmallows of course.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-K6gOe_T-ag8/TvKgW2ZCNlI/AAAAAAAACoY/HMjsW8OXfuY/s1600-h/dec11%252520006%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 006" border="0" alt="dec11 006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-g1WaL-q6KAw/TvKgX3yG1bI/AAAAAAAACog/uNzK605bQ5c/dec11%252520006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have also attended many a holiday performance. My Mom got she, the girls and I tickets to the Holiday Spectacular. The girls loved it!!! We also attended the performances in which they were the stars. Kaylee’s school program was first.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FWiQGIOWiLE/TvKgZ98Xi1I/AAAAAAAACoo/hjUKXSCJuxg/s1600-h/dec11%252520009%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 009" border="0" alt="dec11 009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-q8SrbI48BMA/TvKgabXVp8I/AAAAAAAACow/Rj82pA7YDxg/dec11%252520009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9kKrKmvViYc/TvKgcjQEXCI/AAAAAAAACo4/7U8p19FHkuw/s1600-h/dec11%252520017%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 017" border="0" alt="dec11 017" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-J40dvG32pyc/TvKgdoonKtI/AAAAAAAACpA/g7cnmBsWgJ8/dec11%252520017_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Followed by Ainsley’s Holiday Program. Hard to believe but this is our last Montessori Children’s program. After attending one every year since 2004, as either a teacher or a parent, this was our final program.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VKXPNEYdwuI/TvKgk8Nz08I/AAAAAAAACpI/Or4ZSi667l4/s1600-h/dec11%252520020%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 020" border="0" alt="dec11 020" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Mbzda8adrgo/TvKgl5kdw2I/AAAAAAAACpQ/jssp9ybf12o/dec11%252520020_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ainsley had a speaking part and a dancing part.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TEw5FnOjHj8/TvKgoSAVpmI/AAAAAAAACpY/rsLn6Sb2FN4/s1600-h/dec11%252520031%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 031" border="0" alt="dec11 031" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_uL2ffqF2qk/TvKgo5bAdhI/AAAAAAAACpg/BwgoZBlH3ho/dec11%252520031_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This past weekend we had our traditional cookie baking day Christmas at my Mom’s. We go over in the morning, spend the day in our PJ’s and bake cookies all day long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OKjdoS4muzw/TvKgsamMP7I/AAAAAAAACpo/0nuXq6WdQNc/s1600-h/dec11%252520036%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 036" border="0" alt="dec11 036" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qKxAn0ixC1o/TvKguCwqCGI/AAAAAAAACpw/mITYlPJNLF4/dec11%252520036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5mD-NhKr64o/TvKgxlyPjqI/AAAAAAAACp4/IaUNM63inxw/s1600-h/dec11%252520037%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 037" border="0" alt="dec11 037" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sFUo5Ylb3C4/TvKgyh7lVLI/AAAAAAAACqA/B-nARlAqsNA/dec11%252520037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nHMvFZ3O58M/TvKg3K22SaI/AAAAAAAACqI/yOAToxt-BxU/s1600-h/dec11%252520045%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 045" border="0" alt="dec11 045" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-08KME6iCl_s/TvKg4Dx3vPI/AAAAAAAACqQ/MNE_NcR6zn4/dec11%252520045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sarah was excited&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Bqjx9652vXs/TvKg4nT4MRI/AAAAAAAACqY/LhLQKXL9WI4/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RdjDXClKukU/TvKg8ZNsSzI/AAAAAAAACqg/zsMbSaCQX0I/s1600-h/dec11%252520040%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 040" border="0" alt="dec11 040" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vobjBUCOhnY/TvKg-XhR_WI/AAAAAAAACqo/4i0e2U0tO8A/dec11%252520040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Belle having a rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yGW6Z01CzLw/TvKhB0Y9raI/AAAAAAAACqw/Jb8tzpQm1Vg/s1600-h/dec11%252520049%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 049" border="0" alt="dec11 049" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tBW_2ojL5Mg/TvKhCcsPjeI/AAAAAAAACq4/caBAGtxAjrc/dec11%252520049_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daddy and his girls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-AK-L2JV-t1w/TvKhEzEVhfI/AAAAAAAACrA/88DjuEeOeNI/s1600-h/dec11%252520058%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 058" border="0" alt="dec11 058" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Q1eVtA1b6S4/TvKhFRuJKWI/AAAAAAAACrI/HluI5F1UYbw/dec11%252520058_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me and my girls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ABaRnj7sKAg/TvKhILKhGjI/AAAAAAAACrQ/6Xc1kEgWSEA/s1600-h/dec11%252520059%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 059" border="0" alt="dec11 059" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UOXlyQmRSvk/TvKhIo5TxAI/AAAAAAAACrY/Ii17NB89dqU/dec11%252520059_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We do gifts with my Mom and Brian and Sarah on this day. We don’t get to see Brian and Sarah on Christmas, and although my Mom comes over Christmas afternoon it’s nice to our gifts earlier because it is less overwhelming for the girls. She does wait to bring their stockings until Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QniUKhXnKII/TvKhLU_7U3I/AAAAAAAACrg/Zp5i8s-Ce_8/s1600-h/dec11%252520061%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 061" border="0" alt="dec11 061" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9TcZ89JLMlw/TvKhL8iRcoI/AAAAAAAACro/ZKGYn460OwI/dec11%252520061_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They got lots of wonderful things but one of the hot items was a guitar for Kaylee and a ukulele for Ainsley.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lMHRkxSH05Y/TvKhOXGClRI/AAAAAAAACrw/XcWK1LsS8jY/s1600-h/dec11%252520063%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 063" border="0" alt="dec11 063" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DoxLFeLhB1g/TvKhO6vas4I/AAAAAAAACr4/YmAOvxALDGM/dec11%252520063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next day was Ainsley’s big dance recital. She has been taking dance this past year with her buddy Olivia. They did such a great job and looked so cute!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dPFkmNjSbrk/TvKhQ_YVBAI/AAAAAAAACsA/rKjnXggdnEU/s1600-h/dec11%252520071%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 071" border="0" alt="dec11 071" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6Q8uOi4jh9c/TvKhRAhMjEI/AAAAAAAACsI/OnQcSYFv9SM/dec11%252520071_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We missed the Duffy Family Christmas this year so Dad and Sallie brought the girls’ gifts to the dance recital. They got a gift card to Barnes an Noble and bookmark from their Great-Aunt Myra, and an art set from my Dad and Sallie (Each grandparent brings a gift for their grandchild.).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tv065zkAfnQ/TvKhUb0swdI/AAAAAAAACsQ/pRuHYj_9j44/s1600-h/dec11%252520073%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 073" border="0" alt="dec11 073" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dOF6_vgFNVE/TvKhVLeZj9I/AAAAAAAACsY/gih5gvDaCws/dec11%252520073_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xaoSR-jm6YE/TvKhXcw3QuI/AAAAAAAACsg/j6dSJz809Mw/s1600-h/dec11%252520074%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 074" border="0" alt="dec11 074" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0ArQcWX1np0/TvKhYSKu8HI/AAAAAAAACso/XKA0z3dYM-Q/dec11%252520074_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YjS_KoFdQIs/TvKhbQskXQI/AAAAAAAACsw/rjhQuTer22Q/s1600-h/dec11%252520075%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="dec11 075" border="0" alt="dec11 075" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-H1w0Tu-9AW4/TvKhcLkjNTI/AAAAAAAACs4/2qKdvvKJuHQ/dec11%252520075_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;We have certainly enjoyed our Holiday season so far. We have donated our Toys for Tots, gone through our items for Goodwill, made various crafts, baked goods, wrapped gifts, written our Santa letters, worked on our advent calendars, talked with our Elf on the Shelf, looked at Christmas lights and so much more. Love this time of year and the memories that are made from it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-9180028933482377873?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/9180028933482377873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=9180028933482377873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/9180028933482377873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/9180028933482377873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-festivities.html' title='Christmas Festivities'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-362gFg1M8u0/TvKgHaZUPyI/AAAAAAAACnw/BOY-otRgef8/s72-c/dec11%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2855397515876684888</id><published>2011-12-10T17:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:35:46.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing for Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On Thanksgiving we went to my Mom’s house, as usual and Brian stopped by for a bit. He and Sarah rotate where they do Thanksgiving and this year they were suppose to go to Sarah’s family. Brian came over to Mom’s for a bit before he headed to his in-law’s house. While he was over he went to get some meat our of Mom’s deep freeze. My parents always buy 1/2 a side of beef and have way more than they can ever use and are nice enough to offer some to my brother and I if we need some.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While Brian was in there he saw that everything was mixed up and was trying to clean and organize the freezer for Mom. The problem was that the freezer was too deep to reach all the way down to the bottom. His solution? Call Ainsley down for assistance and deem the task “Fishing for Meat.” The following pictures speak for themselves&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-m2GRIF3wI-s/TuPsnFAmSQI/AAAAAAAACmg/g_5uWLMODrs/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-maShKr1lA6s/TuPspu1E9MI/AAAAAAAACmo/zPGVgL-8OdI/s1600-h/fall2011%252520089%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 089" border="0" alt="fall2011 089" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6x8tTZe6QNg/TuPsp-bYL1I/AAAAAAAACmw/QqnVYcoUC60/fall2011%252520089_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1YW51dRtMuw/TuPssfJRF_I/AAAAAAAACm4/frrDGqySO8w/s1600-h/fall2011%252520090%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 090" border="0" alt="fall2011 090" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-K1MLxpEW2Uk/TuPss1PRNpI/AAAAAAAACnA/RAf14TiuJqY/fall2011%252520090_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-grw_LcynEI4/TuPswWHhqDI/AAAAAAAACnI/yJmT7p_5kPw/s1600-h/fall2011%252520091%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 091" border="0" alt="fall2011 091" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aAKeYM2riJs/TuPsw7q9HEI/AAAAAAAACnQ/3FwgYztQl2A/fall2011%252520091_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bxq1CzBpqGg/TuPsz5NNtYI/AAAAAAAACnY/BKse1l8uqaQ/s1600-h/fall2011%252520092%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 092" border="0" alt="fall2011 092" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0ik_EwYIYXg/TuPs0UAWgGI/AAAAAAAACng/tiwH1_CpaEM/fall2011%252520092_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2855397515876684888?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2855397515876684888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2855397515876684888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2855397515876684888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2855397515876684888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/12/fishing-for-meat.html' title='Fishing for Meat'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-m2GRIF3wI-s/TuPsnFAmSQI/AAAAAAAACmg/g_5uWLMODrs/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-8151416049546724889</id><published>2011-12-10T17:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:27:43.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainsley’s Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was the day before Thanksgiving and Brad was home with the&amp;#160; girls because Kaylee didn’t have school. I was at work and later in the afternoon, with about 30 minutes left to go in my work day, my phone rings. It’s Brad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: Hi! (I actually thought it was going to be Kaylee because she tends to call me from Brad’s phone the most when she’s with him and I’m not home.) It was Brad. Brad: I need tell you about something before you come home and freak out. Me: Ok? Brad: Ainsley decided to cut her own hair. Me: What? Brad: Well, she was suppose to be upstairs napping and she came downstairs. She had a hat on and went outside to play and I was outside with them and noticed her hair was in her face. I called her over so I could fix her hat and when I took her hat off chunks of her hair came out. I said Ainsley you just got us both in big trouble.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: (Silence)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brad: Are you there? Hello?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: Yeah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brad: Are you Ok?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: Yeah (Now I’m waiting for the just kidding, because Brad is as bad as the boy who cried wolf. He’s notorious for being with the kids and call me, or when I call him to check in, tell me some crazy story and then say “Just kidding! Everything is fine.” However, the “Just kidding!” never came.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brad: Are you mad? Are you going to cry?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: No (If I’m going to be honest I was biting the inside of my cheeks because I wanted to cry.) How bad is it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brad: It’s not as bad as it could have been it’s not to her scalp, but it’s pretty short.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: Ok, well I will take her in to get it fixed when I get home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I realize it is only hair and that there are so many things worse that could happen. I also realize that the hair will grow back and really the cutting of her own hair could have been much worse. But I was: 1. Disappointed in Ainsley because someone who knows how to write their name and knows all their letter name and sounds knows that scissors are not for cutting hair. 2. All her pretty curls that have been there since she was a baby are now gone&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-sadsmile" alt="Sad smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kfYbVKn7aV0/TuPq1ayrgkI/AAAAAAAAClw/BFDLW0EDhRg/wlEmoticon-sadsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now there were a few text pics that came through of her hair and her crying because she knew what she did was wrong. I know that as this little 4 1/2 year old gets older there will be many more situations of her doing things she knows she isn’t suppose to&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9gJBSSNEw2Q/TuPq1hPaCLI/AAAAAAAACl4/wUA8P3CKHhg/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt; and I also know she is her father’s daughter and will always have that part of her that will do things just to see what happens or because she wants to…just because. Growing pains and learning for all of us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I put below a photo of Ainsley a couple weeks before “the haircut” and one of her after.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Before:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-od2HyJPNsLg/TuPq4LhtwGI/AAAAAAAACmA/NdsgWGdAZNA/s1600-h/fall2011%252520067%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 067" border="0" alt="fall2011 067" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IiUxBcG7Hb0/TuPq4lvkpzI/AAAAAAAACmI/VE2_e3D7_28/fall2011%252520067_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gEiRvDzNk9Q/TuPq7Xd030I/AAAAAAAACmQ/MZhBH1sb3Po/s1600-h/fall2011%252520169%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 169" border="0" alt="fall2011 169" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bUHcYd35GkI/TuPq71EDsHI/AAAAAAAACmY/D1ubDS-BWRI/fall2011%252520169_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So…yeah she’s still cute and she’s still our little spitfire, no scissors could ever cut that out!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-8151416049546724889?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/8151416049546724889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=8151416049546724889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8151416049546724889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8151416049546724889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/12/ainsleys-haircut.html' title='Ainsley’s Haircut'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kfYbVKn7aV0/TuPq1ayrgkI/AAAAAAAAClw/BFDLW0EDhRg/s72-c/wlEmoticon-sadsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6258345994774540280</id><published>2011-12-10T16:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:53:34.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As I’m sitting here typing this post and looking at Christmas stockings I realize I am a little behind on my Halloween post, but tis the season for being busy and trying to play catch-up when you can&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0bLJmUw2pms/TuPiZ3V30II/AAAAAAAACjY/dLMU7fRdTto/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;.&amp;#160; This year Kaylee went as a leopard and Ainsley went as one of her faves Strawberry Shortcake, she had pink hair and all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is Kaylee after her school parade. Each year her school has a Halloween parade and then they all gather in front of the school for a school photo. A benefit to a smaller school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HybiNrXTpaw/TuPidSIuldI/AAAAAAAACjg/i7mVk6HunPU/s1600-h/fall2011%252520009%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 009" border="0" alt="fall2011 009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sVU8UPXdj0Y/TuPid2zZd1I/AAAAAAAACjo/1Y63c4h0Rjs/fall2011%252520009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kaylee in her classroom waiting for their Halloween party to begin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JXcbLknSMZY/TuPihFCW3aI/AAAAAAAACjw/75bFXee6dWU/s1600-h/fall2011%252520013%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 013" border="0" alt="fall2011 013" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-peHByLsh5Cw/TuPihnfu0dI/AAAAAAAACj4/2eCe2uIEl1g/fall2011%252520013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Making her craft at her party.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Z-Xj10rc7j4/TuPikSEZhUI/AAAAAAAACkA/CN8it5BZqyg/s1600-h/fall2011%252520019%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 019" border="0" alt="fall2011 019" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZjoVnq2qW1s/TuPilOyUF4I/AAAAAAAACkI/uwdneOQFmBY/fall2011%252520019_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In years past we have always carved pumpkins about&amp;#160; a week before Halloween, however this year we did them the night before. I was worried we weren’t going to be able to get them carved. Time seem to just fly by!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FFO0A_1cd0g/TuPioxW5MaI/AAAAAAAACkQ/ZLT8EyPhXHQ/s1600-h/fall2011%252520035%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 035" border="0" alt="fall2011 035" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EpwnzPkP-qg/TuPipTMxbqI/AAAAAAAACkY/cMv_wxGHWGU/fall2011%252520035_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girls hard at work getting the “goop” out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-L54L4jLBSyc/TuPiq-JyHfI/AAAAAAAACkg/F3mRJQKxvd0/s1600-h/fall2011%252520042%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 042" border="0" alt="fall2011 042" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qtN3Cuyug98/TuPirjpOqSI/AAAAAAAACko/GrJKzz3ZYRU/fall2011%252520042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-M-hMkwp1NPg/TuPitCX-lYI/AAAAAAAACkw/kERYDIgqZVQ/s1600-h/fall2011%252520045%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 045" border="0" alt="fall2011 045" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ORK8vuZ2UmA/TuPitp541lI/AAAAAAAACk4/h3G6xwJwspc/fall2011%252520045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The final product! These were completely designed by Kaylee and Ainsley.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-g0UeZUHO-OQ/TuPiwx89YmI/AAAAAAAAClA/YwFVQmshTpI/s1600-h/fall2011%252520046%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 046" border="0" alt="fall2011 046" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fHfNL5okeho/TuPixUuR_NI/AAAAAAAAClI/klAp9QJp6Jg/fall2011%252520046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is Ainsley “Miss Strawberry Shortcake” herself in the Montessori Halloween parade. She didn’t have pink hair for this, but did that night for Halloween. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-O9G0mwT6Boc/TuPi0xkb_rI/AAAAAAAAClQ/3021vtP2FN4/s1600-h/fall2011%252520051%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 051" border="0" alt="fall2011 051" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Z_hDkiiu3fQ/TuPi1uCXC9I/AAAAAAAAClY/f4vcXv4Pc5M/fall2011%252520051_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Yj6gbSJmtbQ/TuPi663XVII/AAAAAAAAClg/PBi6HVIWha4/s1600-h/fall2011%252520053%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fall2011 053" border="0" alt="fall2011 053" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MXz7M1uyIQc/TuPi7V_eVPI/AAAAAAAAClo/ekFuc6668ig/fall2011%252520053_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6258345994774540280?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6258345994774540280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6258345994774540280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6258345994774540280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6258345994774540280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0bLJmUw2pms/TuPiZ3V30II/AAAAAAAACjY/dLMU7fRdTto/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5857982205470127979</id><published>2011-12-01T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:44:47.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Bentley and Ginny!!</title><content type='html'>In August Brad's parents, Bentley and Ginny, celebrated their 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary! As this special day was approaching I asked what they would like us to do for them and they opted for a intimate family dinner at one of their favorite restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy couple!! 40 years of wedded bliss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6qvG3wAkTE/TtfJFCJCqkI/AAAAAAAACjM/4mAWd6b1Ol4/s1600/anniv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681230543262493250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6qvG3wAkTE/TtfJFCJCqkI/AAAAAAAACjM/4mAWd6b1Ol4/s400/anniv2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Tim were there to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUzuWUcMk_k/TtfJE1vTFNI/AAAAAAAACjA/3ACp_FihODY/s1600/anniv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681230539933291730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUzuWUcMk_k/TtfJE1vTFNI/AAAAAAAACjA/3ACp_FihODY/s400/anniv3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;-Maw and Ainsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqBocIFoAP4/TtfJEAkI1XI/AAAAAAAACiw/HeM8AH9SQvQ/s1600/anniv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681230525659403634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqBocIFoAP4/TtfJEAkI1XI/AAAAAAAACiw/HeM8AH9SQvQ/s400/anniv4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four of us. I did bring in some flowers and their wedding photo in a frame for a little table decoration:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e5P5vbux0M/TtfJEGSFydI/AAAAAAAACik/TuFYJlEnOb0/s1600/anniv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681230527194319314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e5P5vbux0M/TtfJEGSFydI/AAAAAAAACik/TuFYJlEnOb0/s400/anniv5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and Brad's sister Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xeRfZK0WW9Y/TtfJDzQjUtI/AAAAAAAACic/Py4o8i_DkLI/s1600/anniv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681230522087592658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xeRfZK0WW9Y/TtfJDzQjUtI/AAAAAAAACic/Py4o8i_DkLI/s400/anniv6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice dinner with good company. It's not every day that you get to celebrate something of this magnitude! Forty years is a long time to be married and I've been blessed to be a part of their life. They exemplify everything a marriage should be and make the work that you need to put into a marriage look easy. I only hope that Brad and I can follow in their footsteps and be the same amazing example for our own children. They are such a great pair, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;somedays&lt;/span&gt; similar to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barone's&lt;/span&gt; on Everybody Loves Raymond but in a very good way! Here's is to 40 more!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-5857982205470127979?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5857982205470127979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5857982205470127979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5857982205470127979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5857982205470127979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-anniversary-bentley-and-ginny.html' title='Happy Anniversary Bentley and Ginny!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6qvG3wAkTE/TtfJFCJCqkI/AAAAAAAACjM/4mAWd6b1Ol4/s72-c/anniv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6567442747510448705</id><published>2011-11-06T16:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:26:51.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>Our fall has flown by! I can't believe that Thanksgiving week is here. Although I do love the Holiday Season it is still a little bittersweet to see all the festive decorations up in the stores. Even though I have started my shopping and even created our cards I'm still clinging to colored leaves on trees and all the pumpkin spice smells and tastes I can get. So what are some of things we've been doing, you might ask? Here are some of the photos to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Again all photos in random order, but at least I got the photos on here:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping on the large "inflatable pillow" at Rader's Farm. We go every year. I have to say it has changed a bit since attending bon-fires there in high school, Brad and I went to school with Adam, one of the sons. I asked Adam this year if after hours they have wrestling matches on it and if so could we come:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7C9mcr8a1CU/Tsq5lUKWbfI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6vHEtXdwiLM/s1600/fall9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554330972351986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7C9mcr8a1CU/Tsq5lUKWbfI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6vHEtXdwiLM/s400/fall9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to lasso. Daddy helping Kaylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGp1cvQW6Uc/Tsq5k6QeIcI/AAAAAAAACiI/SCtcicYcFHE/s1600/fall8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554324018700738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGp1cvQW6Uc/Tsq5k6QeIcI/AAAAAAAACiI/SCtcicYcFHE/s400/fall8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandpa helping Ainsley. Brad's parents always go with us. Brad's dad sells farm equipment and does a lot of business with the Raders. They are a great family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwRT_6xvCJY/Tsq5knrq7WI/AAAAAAAACh4/wVh50o68-5g/s1600/fall7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554319032511842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwRT_6xvCJY/Tsq5knrq7WI/AAAAAAAACh4/wVh50o68-5g/s400/fall7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi5EwnsnpwQ/Tsq5kYm3h-I/AAAAAAAAChs/L2Lr2fm_3q4/s1600/fall6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554314985834466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi5EwnsnpwQ/Tsq5kYm3h-I/AAAAAAAAChs/L2Lr2fm_3q4/s400/fall6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee is now 4 foot 2 inches, exactly 1 foot shorter than myself. While I realize it doesn't take much to become taller then me I didn't think she would be catching up so quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwiFm297BFw/Tsq5bl5PafI/AAAAAAAAChg/hKX5KPCrnYc/s1600/fall5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554163933735410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwiFm297BFw/Tsq5bl5PafI/AAAAAAAAChg/hKX5KPCrnYc/s400/fall5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While Ainsley remains a peanut she is still sprouting right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utX_RMPz72k/Tsq5bNpv_rI/AAAAAAAAChU/pqT4IIUtFmk/s1600/fall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554157426310834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utX_RMPz72k/Tsq5bNpv_rI/AAAAAAAAChU/pqT4IIUtFmk/s400/fall4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to an ISU Fall Festival thing with some of Kaylee's school friends and their moms. This was on the hay rack ride.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLmoY4GIfyQ/Tsq5a099OqI/AAAAAAAAChI/lWe8G8tAPiI/s1600/fall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554150800177826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLmoY4GIfyQ/Tsq5a099OqI/AAAAAAAAChI/lWe8G8tAPiI/s400/fall1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Brad's birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_U9ejz-BW0/Tsq5aZfyTFI/AAAAAAAACg8/wQsR6ujR6-w/s1600/fall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554143425875026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_U9ejz-BW0/Tsq5aZfyTFI/AAAAAAAACg8/wQsR6ujR6-w/s400/fall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enSMu1MJWwg/Tsq5aa4uQLI/AAAAAAAACgw/XWSUQQpxlNQ/s1600/fall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677554143798902962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enSMu1MJWwg/Tsq5aa4uQLI/AAAAAAAACgw/XWSUQQpxlNQ/s400/fall3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has certainly been a fun-filled fall!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6567442747510448705?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6567442747510448705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6567442747510448705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6567442747510448705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6567442747510448705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7C9mcr8a1CU/Tsq5lUKWbfI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6vHEtXdwiLM/s72-c/fall9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6829603241227260698</id><published>2011-11-06T15:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:46:00.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Upward Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kaylee was involved with a program called Upward this fall. It's an athletic program put on through a church in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;-Normal. In the fall they offer Flag Football and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;. At first, I admit, I was a little hesitant to have her do this. I'm not sure why. However, several girls in her class were participating, and it is a program that teaches good sportsmanship and offers spiritual lessons as well. So we signed-up. We were very fortunate because one of Kaylee's classmates Mom was the coach and all she and her classmates all got to be on the same team. They had 1 practice during the week and a game on Saturday, each lasting an hour. It was cute to watch them and each week after practice and a game they got a star sticker to place on their megaphones. There were different color stickers each representing a different characteristic. The coach would go around and give each girl their sticker and say why they earned it. I have to say I was really glad we did this and I think it was the first activity that Kaylee did that she didn't ask when it was going to be over. At the end of the season they had a final celebration where the girls did a dance and all the kids received their participation gift. All in all it was a great season. Go Upward Go!! Here are some of the photos (I've been having issues getting my photos added to posts, so they aren't in order but I got photos on her so I'm going with it. See if I can get some of my draft posts actually posted:)):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee before her first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67UKM7Z3nzw/TsqbqT6xsFI/AAAAAAAACgg/keq2pITurys/s1600/upward1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677521431457542226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67UKM7Z3nzw/TsqbqT6xsFI/AAAAAAAACgg/keq2pITurys/s400/upward1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and Ainsley at the end of the season celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txRQXNwwtzk/TsqbqBiowoI/AAAAAAAACgY/ClBg9axOkA8/s1600/upward8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677521426524455554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txRQXNwwtzk/TsqbqBiowoI/AAAAAAAACgY/ClBg9axOkA8/s400/upward8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ainsley with Ava. Ava's sister is in Kaylee's class and was on the squad with Kaylee. Ainsley and Ava will be in Kindergarten together next year. Side note there are 6 or 7 kids in Kaylee's class who have siblings that will all be in Kindergarten together next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/ href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijrRWL5Uya8/TsqaQMlKPWI/AAAAAAAACgM/htERY6sXEa0/s1600/upward6.jpg" &lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519883299601762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijrRWL5Uya8/TsqaQMlKPWI/AAAAAAAACgM/htERY6sXEa0/s400/upward6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-game prayer huddle. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CcKFXkdH10/TsqaPiMZwxI/AAAAAAAACgE/tbgX2MrkfzM/s1600/upward2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519871921472274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CcKFXkdH10/TsqaPiMZwxI/AAAAAAAACgE/tbgX2MrkfzM/s400/upward2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and one of her best buddies Grace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPfAY7zfRV0/TsqaPRlzt5I/AAAAAAAACf0/D1mu5SsEfDE/s1600/upward9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519867464628114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPfAY7zfRV0/TsqaPRlzt5I/AAAAAAAACf0/D1mu5SsEfDE/s400/upward9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaylee in the ready position, waiting for the cheer to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519860761520002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDDhMb89RSI/TsqaO4nqZ4I/AAAAAAAACfs/9ijnxRB-gk0/s400/upward3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the end of the season celebration. What a great squad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hN-7DUXU3H0/TsqaOvhL0eI/AAAAAAAACfc/-smOvXZipB4/s1600/upward10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519858318430690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hN-7DUXU3H0/TsqaOvhL0eI/AAAAAAAACfc/-smOvXZipB4/s400/upward10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6829603241227260698?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6829603241227260698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6829603241227260698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6829603241227260698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6829603241227260698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/11/go-upward-go.html' title='Go Upward Go!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67UKM7Z3nzw/TsqbqT6xsFI/AAAAAAAACgg/keq2pITurys/s72-c/upward1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1585231007152272860</id><published>2011-10-13T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T06:44:05.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>In September Brad and I, along with Brian and Sarah and her brother Adam and his wife Karen, went to Mexico. We started talking about doing an all inclusive this year in honor of our 10 year wedding anniversary. We opted for the 5 night stay, the others stayed for 7. Since this was the longest I had ever been away from the girls I figured 5 nights would be a good start:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Secrets &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Silversands&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rivera&lt;/span&gt; Maya. We had an amazing time and I would love to go back. Get ready for potential photo overload below.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the airport in our bus waiting to go to our resort. I loved the Corona tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFKl3qjE5k/TpuJ4na0v5I/AAAAAAAACdc/RjQEHioed1I/s1600/2011-09-10_10-33-19_630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664272562095701906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFKl3qjE5k/TpuJ4na0v5I/AAAAAAAACdc/RjQEHioed1I/s400/2011-09-10_10-33-19_630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPIfVoAsA40/TpuJ4Sbfp7I/AAAAAAAACdU/tNz8xK3XQY4/s1600/2011-09-10_18-39-52_462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664272556461369266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPIfVoAsA40/TpuJ4Sbfp7I/AAAAAAAACdU/tNz8xK3XQY4/s400/2011-09-10_18-39-52_462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These little geckos were all over the place. Especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEKP-jx5ThM/TpuGjdMcCaI/AAAAAAAACc0/Vda4AGFybvY/s1600/2011-09-14_23-12-34_523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664268900038871458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEKP-jx5ThM/TpuGjdMcCaI/AAAAAAAACc0/Vda4AGFybvY/s400/2011-09-14_23-12-34_523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out one night after dinner. This night all the girls decided to wear flowers in our hair:) (Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt; for your assistance in this:))&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664268882989193490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDb2O9yLH9E/TpuGidremRI/AAAAAAAACcY/AFOXLZUVBpE/s400/2011-09-14_19-10-16_753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys playing some pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYKgrFB91gI/TpuEkNbIEnI/AAAAAAAACcA/--vsoAAGAUw/s1600/2011-09-14_13-14-37_366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664266713962123890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYKgrFB91gI/TpuEkNbIEnI/AAAAAAAACcA/--vsoAAGAUw/s400/2011-09-14_13-14-37_366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUZPts1ugCs/TpuEjZb8QjI/AAAAAAAACbo/DKUWQoWgkgY/s1600/2011-09-14_12-57-07_623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664266700006900274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUZPts1ugCs/TpuEjZb8QjI/AAAAAAAACbo/DKUWQoWgkgY/s400/2011-09-14_12-57-07_623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lobby view. They had a bar in the middle and a lot cushy lounge chairs and couches all over the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5S6WeRW1cY/TpuEjGhpg-I/AAAAAAAACbc/LiWPu4VfA3w/s1600/2011-09-14_12-56-58_208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664266694930564066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5S6WeRW1cY/TpuEjGhpg-I/AAAAAAAACbc/LiWPu4VfA3w/s400/2011-09-14_12-56-58_208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes in the water on the beach:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsvPVjzvqu8/TpuEi82MCPI/AAAAAAAACbQ/GkGWKJdJ6mo/s1600/2011-09-14_11-07-47_348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664266692332357874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsvPVjzvqu8/TpuEi82MCPI/AAAAAAAACbQ/GkGWKJdJ6mo/s400/2011-09-14_11-07-47_348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bar on the beach. We spent many evenings their playing cards and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5LRMqKO0DY/Tpt6inSi8vI/AAAAAAAACbI/Y5sgORXERaU/s1600/2011-09-14_11-06-05_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664255691429442290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5LRMqKO0DY/Tpt6inSi8vI/AAAAAAAACbI/Y5sgORXERaU/s400/2011-09-14_11-06-05_240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-dinner couple photo shoot. Just like Prom...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! The boys loved it:) Just one more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ksr_1X-9yDI/Tpt6iLUY3nI/AAAAAAAACa4/UUU8M-IJwtc/s1600/2011-09-13_19-08-07_662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664255683920977522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ksr_1X-9yDI/Tpt6iLUY3nI/AAAAAAAACa4/UUU8M-IJwtc/s400/2011-09-13_19-08-07_662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQpajhxiJG8/Tpt6hSUqJtI/AAAAAAAACas/uvyCF0vwuZw/s1600/2011-09-13_19-07-11_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664255668621289170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQpajhxiJG8/Tpt6hSUqJtI/AAAAAAAACas/uvyCF0vwuZw/s400/2011-09-13_19-07-11_502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my hubby. Loved the infinity pool:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_4THyKb5zA/Tpt6hEvfX4I/AAAAAAAACac/SweXwfuPkSY/s1600/2011-09-13_19-06-43_64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664255664975732610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_4THyKb5zA/Tpt6hEvfX4I/AAAAAAAACac/SweXwfuPkSY/s400/2011-09-13_19-06-43_64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went deep sea fishing this day. We were super excited as it was just our group on the boat. However I ended up getting sea sick, as did Sarah:( Karen kept it together pretty well and the boys all handled it great. One barracuda was caught, I spent 4 hours trying to focus on one spot in the horizon to keep my hanging over the side moments to a minimum. The waves were 4-5 feet when we got out to middle of nowhere and needless to say it threw the boat around pretty good. I have never been seasick before so I was a little surprised. After we got back I took a 4 hour nap and felt much better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EJLb992BXc/Tpt6gz2iC8I/AAAAAAAACaU/n0keqs2DEhU/s1600/2011-09-12_08-00-15_866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664255660441865154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EJLb992BXc/Tpt6gz2iC8I/AAAAAAAACaU/n0keqs2DEhU/s400/2011-09-12_08-00-15_866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These iguanas were also all over the place. Some would even get close enough to eat from your hand. You had to be careful though because they had sharp little teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Wv3IM9U2Bo/TpeYGTc6bHI/AAAAAAAACaA/WhpahE-87E8/s1600/2011-09-11_12-39-14_153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663162290509868146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Wv3IM9U2Bo/TpeYGTc6bHI/AAAAAAAACaA/WhpahE-87E8/s400/2011-09-11_12-39-14_153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a crew on the catamaran we went on one day. It was so fun. We got on in the morning, went snorkeling, to an island for lunch, another island for shopping, had some fun dancing and relaxing on the way back and were dropped off late afternoon. A great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfius8z1dQI/TpeYFxtydNI/AAAAAAAACZ0/L93LSmnUzSw/s1600/2011-09-11_10-12-56_909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663162281453843666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfius8z1dQI/TpeYFxtydNI/AAAAAAAACZ0/L93LSmnUzSw/s400/2011-09-11_10-12-56_909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this flag while leaving the shore on the boat. I think it was the biggest flag I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaVDkjnzH9k/TpeYFRQaKcI/AAAAAAAACZo/5WdJEL3xFl8/s1600/2011-09-11_10-15-25_297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663162272740682178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaVDkjnzH9k/TpeYFRQaKcI/AAAAAAAACZo/5WdJEL3xFl8/s400/2011-09-11_10-15-25_297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fIztixNc4U/TpeYFPGUPDI/AAAAAAAACZg/R0VLYcV8D_w/s1600/2011-09-11_10-10-28_742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663162272161479730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fIztixNc4U/TpeYFPGUPDI/AAAAAAAACZg/R0VLYcV8D_w/s400/2011-09-11_10-10-28_742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these pirate ships while we waiting to board the boat. They were pretty cool looking! I wonder if Captain Jack was anywhere to be found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpNUW_Krw8s/TpeYEb74aDI/AAAAAAAACZU/OQPDdj5Up4E/s1600/2011-09-11_09-47-29_686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663162258427504690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpNUW_Krw8s/TpeYEb74aDI/AAAAAAAACZU/OQPDdj5Up4E/s400/2011-09-11_09-47-29_686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got out of the taxi at the marina I saw this Sponge Bob poster that was printed in Spanish, of course. I thought the girls would get a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13MfXKMto3M/TpeWp2c_DTI/AAAAAAAACZI/BayxfbtNhq4/s1600/2011-09-11_09-41-39_890.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663160702177578290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13MfXKMto3M/TpeWp2c_DTI/AAAAAAAACZI/BayxfbtNhq4/s400/2011-09-11_09-41-39_890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 10 year wedding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; and a great vacation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMq2mHg7aZY/TpeWpK5mA2I/AAAAAAAACY8/PUhxT-Wq0k8/s1600/2011-09-10_19-27-51_86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663160690486412130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMq2mHg7aZY/TpeWpK5mA2I/AAAAAAAACY8/PUhxT-Wq0k8/s400/2011-09-10_19-27-51_86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1585231007152272860?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1585231007152272860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1585231007152272860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1585231007152272860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1585231007152272860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/10/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFKl3qjE5k/TpuJ4na0v5I/AAAAAAAACdc/RjQEHioed1I/s72-c/2011-09-10_10-33-19_630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3536072653895659374</id><published>2011-09-19T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:24:06.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Pause</title><content type='html'>Well Brad and his dad went to check the trail cameras as deer season is rapidly approaching. When doing this they always take the laptop to load the photos from the camera and then put the memory card back into the cameras. Unfortunately yesterday that also involved Brad's dad sitting on the backpack which contained our laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sitting on the 4-wheeler and he totally missed seeing it when he sat down. The computer still boots up but the screen is gone. While this is far from the worst thing that can ever happen to us it does mean that until we get a new laptop, which will hopefully be soon, my blog will be on pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to look forward to upon my return? Photos of our Mexico trip, which are up via &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, as well as other highlights from things that we have been up to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3536072653895659374?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3536072653895659374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3536072653895659374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3536072653895659374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3536072653895659374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-pause.html' title='Blog Pause'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3653910432374233666</id><published>2011-09-01T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:58:25.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Memories, honestly I don't know if that's a good title for this post or not. I've been thinking that I needed to do a post. Lots of random things rattling around in my brain. Really lots of things I could do lots of different posts on, but I'm not. I'm not because lately it's hard to find time to blog. School is back in session and we are re-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;settling&lt;/span&gt; into our school year routine, although thus far it's pretty smooth. My "to-do" lists multiply and I am forever running through them in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In almost a week, 8 days to be exact, Brad and I will be heading to Mexico! I'm very excited although I'm starting to drift over into the anxiety arena and wondering "Should I really be going?" "What if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; happens?" "My poor Mom and Tim!" "Am I asking too much of them to be doing this?" and so on. I wonder where Kaylee gets her anxiety trait from?:) I know it will be fine and while I also know there will be tears when I say bye to the girls, more from me as we are driving after leaving them, I know they will be fine. I know once we get in the air, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; maybe once in Mexico with a drink in my hand:) I'll be fine. I've just never left them this long and honestly even if it's for a night I still go through the same anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when we lost our sweet black lab Abby, she was 10 1/2, I kept feeling that I needed to post. It was really hard though. She was our wedding gift to each other the spring before we got married. She kept me company many a nights while Brad was traveling for work. She was my snuggle buddy in the winter and would lay on my feet at night to keep them warm. She was one of the most sweet and sensitive dogs I have ever known. We were so blessed to have her as a member of our family. The girls have done well. They were pretty upset the day we lost her, but have done very well since. In fact one morning she and Ainsley were having a discussion about Abby. Ainsley, all 4 years and not really getting death, was asking Brad some questions. Trying to understand where Abby was now that she died. She asked Brad if we could still pet her. To which Kaylee expressed how silly she thought that idea was. Few minutes later Kaylee was looking up at the sky and said "Theoretically if we throw a bone high enough in the sky I bet we can get it to Abby in Heaven." That makes my heart smile and hurt all at the same time. I smile because of the innocent and sincere thought of my 6 year old trying to figure it all out, and there's a little pride mixed in due to her using the word "theoretically" in the appropriate context. My heart hurts because I know it isn't possible, and it reminds me of other's that we've lost. Wouldn't it be great if there was one of those things like they use at bank drive-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thrus&lt;/span&gt;. We could just put something in it and shoot it up to the sky into Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose in a way we do, maybe not physically but we do. We do when we have those memories. For example when Kaylee recites one of the million "As Seen on TV" commercials or oohs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aahhs&lt;/span&gt; when we get a new catalog. I know my Grandpa Duffy is laughing and feeling prideful of her for her love of catalog orders. It must be something in the Duffy DNA. When Ainsley could just lay in water all day, I think of how my Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riker&lt;/span&gt; is joyful in her love of the water. Again must be something in the DNA as my Grandma was an alternate swimmer for one of the Olympic swim teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doll in my china cabinet in the living room. It's one my Grandma Duffy gave to me. The girls like to look at it but know they shouldn't open the door to play with her. Although as I am typing I looked over at it and noticed someone has so kindly put a book in there for her to read. Ironically it's a Precious Moments coloring book. The rest of the cabinet is filled with Precious Moments. They know it's from my grandma. The other day Ainsley was asking me about it and she said "I wish we had pictures of your Grandma so we could remember her." I said "We do." I proceeded to show her photos on the computer and got some albums out to show her some other photos. Some of the photos are of Ainsley and her. Memories that I have that Ainsley was too young to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, they are like are little Heaven message senders. They are what keeps our minds, hearts and spirits connected to those that are watching from above. Thankfully through photos and written words we can pass these memories on to those that were too young to retain the experience or who aren't yet here. A great way to keep memories of lost ones alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the million things that float around in my head, next to the "to-do lists", all 5,000 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3653910432374233666?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3653910432374233666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3653910432374233666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3653910432374233666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3653910432374233666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-8856537372337962133</id><published>2011-08-17T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:10:33.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow it is official, I have a First Grader! Although if you ask her she will tell you she has been a first grade student since her last day of Kindergarten and if you need some additional proof she will tell you she's 6. Yep, she has all the answers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a first grader. It's exciting and scary. It's surreal and yet realistic. I'm thankful that I know Kaylee's teacher. In fact she and I served Jury Duty together a couple years ago. She had just finished her first year teaching at Towanda. She is super nice and I know she will be a great teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky to go to a great school. There is one teacher per grade and although we have a small school we are part of a big district and therefore reap the benefits. It's the best of both worlds. I look forward to what the new school year will bring. Back to the PTO meetings, school functions and room parties. I volunteered to chair the Deck the Halls this year so I'm already freaking about that, which doesn't take place until December. Back to homework and school letters, birthday parties and play dates and all the fun thing the school year brings. Even the unfun things the hurt feelings, catching of some of the attitude of the older kids, and of course all the unknowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee is her anxious self. When I asked her if she was excited for school she said "I don't know I'm not really used to the routine anymore." Translation: I'm nervous because I don't know how it's going to go and what I'm supposed to do. How am I so versed in this language? Because she is just like me. Since we are two peas in the pod we will both rise above our anxiety's and head to school with a smile on our faces tomorrow. I may shed a few tears after she's walked through those doors and I head back to the van, but at the end of the day we'll feel it's a success and be ready for the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's time for first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-8856537372337962133?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/8856537372337962133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=8856537372337962133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8856537372337962133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8856537372337962133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-grade.html' title='First Grade'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-759694037238258086</id><published>2011-08-07T17:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T08:10:01.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm growing up you know!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7-RzpalKtk/TkExeJg614I/AAAAAAAACX0/ZTiwWUXB9QE/s1600/school%2Bdays%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638842602464401282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7-RzpalKtk/TkExeJg614I/AAAAAAAACX0/ZTiwWUXB9QE/s400/school%2Bdays%2B061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago the girls and I did a little shopping while Daddy was gone for the weekend. A little dinner and some school supplies is what the plan was. First stop shoes. Both needed their feet measured as the shoes optional or at minimal flip-flop weather will be gone before we know it. Kaylee needs shoes for PE. So as we were perusing the shoe selection and the girls excitedly trying on EVERY pair, Kaylee asks "Mom, when are you going to buy me high heels?" "I'm growing-up you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my response was "Your school supply list says you need tennis shoes for PE not high heels." my mind was thinking "I know." Maybe we aren't quite ready for the high heels, but she is growing up. In less than 2 weeks I will have a first grader. While I'm excited for all these new things and experiences I find myself searching for a pause button, some days a rewind button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only on days when she so directly tells me that she is growing up do I realize this, but on days where she is talking about music groups that I know nothing about. I thought I did a good job in keeping with the know??? I notice it on days when she hugs me and I don't have to bend over so much anymore. I notice it on days when reads her chapter book to me, she just finished one of the Diary of a Wimpy kid books. I notice it on days where we are at the mall and she wants to try clothes on, or picks things out to reflect who she is and her style. I realize this when she is having rational and logical arguments with me and not so much emotional ones (although the emotional ones are still the majority:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, she's growing-up! And while there will be no high heels, outside of play dress-up, for now I am all too aware that there will be soon enough. High heels, bras, periods....boyfriends, dating, school dances, driving...it's exciting and terrifying. Just like learning to keep your balance when starting to wear high heels, eventually I'll get my balance back as I continue to watch my baby "grow-up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-759694037238258086?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/759694037238258086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=759694037238258086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/759694037238258086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/759694037238258086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-growing-up-you-know.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m growing up you know!&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7-RzpalKtk/TkExeJg614I/AAAAAAAACX0/ZTiwWUXB9QE/s72-c/school%2Bdays%2B061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-4848004807259053623</id><published>2011-07-31T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:26:54.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Jude</title><content type='html'>So here we are, less than a week away from the St. Jude's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Research Hospital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; to Peoria run. How many miles is that? 56 miles. Always the first weekend in August. There are teams that run from Memphis, TN to Peoria, Chicago to Peoria and random places in between. Why? To raise money for St. Jude's and the amazing work they do for children and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday an email went out to all participants with the route, rules, etc. One of the added items was a list, about 6 pages, of various quotes from people when they were asked "Why do you run?" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Surprising&lt;/span&gt;, to me, a lot of people run in honor of their child, niece, nephew, husband, neighbor, and the list goes on. I realize that there are many out there that have struggled with cancer, but was quite inspired by all the personal stories. I started reading it over my lunch at work, but had to stop because I couldn't contain the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quote "I run to raise money for St. Jude's and in hopes that someday the children will be able to run too." really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what it would be like to have one of my children need to the help of St. Jude. I think any parent would give anything to prevent that from ever happening. Unfortunately we don't get to be in control of that. I think that a place like St. Jude is the best of a horribly tragic situation. A place that provides care, support, love a treatment to children and their families. A place that does it with no cost to the family. A place that does it through donations and fundraisers such as this run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run the past 2 years, Brad has run the past 3. This year he will continue to run and I will be helping my mom with the catch-van and various behind the scenes grunt work:) I couldn't think of a better or more important place to be. This run, and the people we meet and stories we here, both in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bergner's&lt;/span&gt; parking lot in the wee 6:00 hour on Saturday morning, and when we get to the live telethon in Peoria, inspires me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls are very educated in the St. Jude's run. It has become a part of their summer routine. Just today we were talking about a birthday party the girls were invited to next weekend and Kaylee asked "Will you and Daddy be doing the run?" Yep, they know all about it and they know why we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to donate. No amount is too small. If you go to &lt;a href="http://www.stjudepeoriaruns.org/users/busings01"&gt;www.stjudepeoriaruns.org/users/busings01&lt;/a&gt; you can donate on our page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that have done so already or mailed us a check...THANK YOU!!! Your support is what makes St. Jude's be able to do what they do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-4848004807259053623?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/4848004807259053623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=4848004807259053623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4848004807259053623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4848004807259053623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/07/st-jude.html' title='St. Jude'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2944372469008375781</id><published>2011-07-19T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:37:59.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today, well today was a day. Today started out as any other normal day. In fact really most of the day was pretty typical. However when I got home after work....WOAH! I was late getting out of work because someone wanted to ask me about something they were working through, I met Kaylee's summer sitter at Ainsley's pre-school. Got both girls and off we went. The ride home was typical, Kaylee excited about her day and Ainsley tired and crabby (The morning is the opposite Ainsley is the morning person and Kaylee is the quiet one.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home, I go upstairs to change my clothes and gather up Kaylee's baseball clothes, because oh yes it's a million degrees out and we have a 6:00 game. Ainsley, still being crabby, is yelling at me because I won't let her change from her shorts and tank top into a dress, tights, and sweater. I know, I'm such a mean mom! So we gather our stuff, and a load of laundry for good luck, and head back downstairs. Kaylee gets a snack, Ainsley who is still being crabby is demanding apple juice from the other room, so I get both girls some juice and start the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decide to go downstairs to see what damage Belle, our 9 mos. old lab, did in the basement while Kaylee and her sitter were at Artful Design. I walk downstairs and that is when (insert object of choice here) hit the fan! Belle had gotten in the storage part of the basement and ripped open a garbage bag that had various broken toys, ripped up dress-up clothes, old water/furnace filters...you know all the true treasures one might have. She chewed two planks off of a rocking chair I had as a little girl and my girls like to use, the cheap, plastic framed full-length mirror the girls used when playing dress-up had part of the frame hanging off, and there were some other items here and there that had been strung about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't know if I was going to cry, scream, or turn my head and walk away. Let's face it we all know I couldn't let that mess just sit there. So I cleaned. I picked things up and put in a new garbage bag, swept, put toys away and tried to reclaim the basement. While I was sweeping I was trying to put things in perspective. Thoughts such as "If this is my worst problem I have I have it pretty good." While listening to the air conditioning run and thinking that it's probably run all day because it's so hot out and what our bill will be this month I thought "Well at least we have air conditioning." That's the thing we don't stress trying to put food on the table or to cloth our kids. We take vacations and do fun things with the kids just because. We do these things for ourselves by ourselves. We are self-sufficient in providing for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I re-grouped and got all the garbage put in the garage and the basement cleaned up. I then started to get dinner ready for the girls so they could eat before we left for the game. I was sweeping in the kitchen and dining room, because I saw one crumb on the floor and convinced myself I needed to take care of the floor before any cooking good take place, and of course if I'm sweeping the kitchen I better go ahead and do the dining room. It's a sickness, I know! So I'm pulling chairs out to get under the table and see that Belle has, at some point chewed on 3 of our dining room chairs that we have had for all of 3 months. Not major damage, just a few minor marks. And the peace that I had, or was convincing myself I had, was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried to get the girls something to eat whilst texting Brad that I was going to lose my mind and why. So now dinner is done, girls are getting shoes on and I am putting Kaylee's hair back and Brad comes home. He has had it with today as the air conditioner in his truck went out. However there is no time to worry about that and we are off to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the game Kaylee struck out and was running back to the dugout when she slipped on the dirt and fell and scraped her knee. As she was trying to get up she kept falling back down like she couldn't put any weight on her ankle. Brad picked her up and brought her off the field. I went over to see and would be lying if I said I wasn't thinking "Please don't tell me another kid has broken a bone!" " I quit!!!" "My white flag is waiving as high as I can get it to go!" But thankfully she just twisted it and although a little embarrassed she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made it home, Brad worked on the truck, I bathed the little grubbers, Belle ate Kaylee's popcorn while she took a shower, and while I was giving Ainsley a bath she tried to get the treat bowl down from the top of the pantry and knocked the rice down. She came up to ask if dogs could eat rice and then I knew. So I finished Ainsley's bath and went down to help Kaylee clean the rice up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thunder has stopped and the girls are asleep. The dogs are quiet and I am tired. Today was a day, and though in the times of frustration I tried to put my stressors in perspective, because in today's world they really aren't worth the stress. Although I am going to bed feeling defeated tonight, I am victorious that my girls are clean and safe in their beds, and that we have a tomorrow to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2944372469008375781?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2944372469008375781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2944372469008375781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2944372469008375781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2944372469008375781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2735398273003540364</id><published>2011-07-14T15:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:56:47.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2001-2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X1Q9OD1VZs/Th9LMtb7i_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/Ip1SDd5dNHM/s1600/wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629300740963666930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X1Q9OD1VZs/Th9LMtb7i_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/Ip1SDd5dNHM/s400/wedding.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I recently celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary, although we have been dating since November of 1992, but who's keeping track:) While I could sit here and fill this post with how much I love my husband and am so blessed to be married to my best friend, and that one of the reasons we work so well together is we grow closer in times of stress, times that would cause most other couples to become divided. While all those things are true I decided to fill in our past 10 years. Since getting married on July 14th, 2001 what have we been doing? We have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owned 2 homes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witnessed other friends and families get married. Even participated in some.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grieved in the loss of loved ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became Aunt and Uncle to 3 nephews, in addition to our niece. A Godmother to one Godson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became the blessed parents of two sweet girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched our children experience many firsts including Preschool and even Kindergarten for the oldest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had 2 trips to the ER, 1 for each girl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had the first broken bone of one of our children...Ainsley.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched siblings graduate schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveled to various places including the Bahamas and Florida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welcomed 2 dogs into our family:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have had 5 different cars, including the ones we have now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Participated in 3 St. Jude Bloomington-Peoria runs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accomplished numerous home improvement projects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got our passports.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an occasional disagreement:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of laughs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booked a trip to Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's many other moments, good and bad, we have shared together, I'm sure there are some that I'm completely overlooking. I look forward to our next 10 years and filling in the next dash. The trip to Mexico this September is going to be a great way to start filling it in:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2735398273003540364?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2735398273003540364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2735398273003540364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2735398273003540364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2735398273003540364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/07/2001-2011.html' title='2001-2011'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X1Q9OD1VZs/Th9LMtb7i_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/Ip1SDd5dNHM/s72-c/wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2748697698299226975</id><published>2011-07-06T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:45:16.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbhco4Nzxpc/ThSRCRtuY7I/AAAAAAAACWU/q9I24S92ZLE/s1600/0705011618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626281302793544626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbhco4Nzxpc/ThSRCRtuY7I/AAAAAAAACWU/q9I24S92ZLE/s400/0705011618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2748697698299226975?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2748697698299226975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2748697698299226975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2748697698299226975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2748697698299226975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbhco4Nzxpc/ThSRCRtuY7I/AAAAAAAACWU/q9I24S92ZLE/s72-c/0705011618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6361743875471077754</id><published>2011-06-19T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:28:04.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day! We are blessed in our family to have so many great Dad's!! Makes the celebration that many more times fun! In wanting to include you all I have a note for each of you (I did have some help from the girls:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy/A.K.A-Daddy Michaels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you as our Daddy, because you like to make us smoothies and good food to eat. You're a good cooker. You fish with us, take walks and teach us stuff about the things we find. You let us help you in the garden and run with you. You like to listen to music and we do too. You help coach Kaylee's baseball team which makes it more fun. You always make sure we are safe. We are thankful for you Daddy!!! Love, Kaylee and Ainsley (Mommy too:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grandpa Duffy (Mommy's Daddy),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Mommy: I love you Dad! I'm thankful and blessed to have you as my Dad. You are always ready to help out no matter what I need and sometimes just knowing that makes things OK. You are patient and understanding (more so than I could probably ever be) and you never hold a grudge (again something that is not so much my strength:)). However seeing you exhibit those traits definitely makes me want to continue to strive to be a better and better me. When I tend to get worked up and stressed over things you help to put things in perspective and bring me down from the edge. I thank you for this and all you do. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the girls: Grandpa we love you and are thankful you are our Grandpa. You are funny and make us laugh. You like to tickle us as the Tickle Monster and you get us doughnuts. You let us swim in your pool and take us to Chuck E Cheese. Thank you, Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Paw-Paw:&lt;br /&gt;First Mommy: Tim, I am very thankful to have you as part of my family. No matter how much of a snot I was growing up you always stood by me. You have stuck up for me, shown your faith in me, and most importantly treated me as your own. Thank you for that and all that you do. Thank you for seeing me for me and treating me as so. There has never been any underlining meaning or misunderstanding in things you have ever said or done. Even when my opinion may have disagreed with yours you always understood where I was coming from and never held it against me. You treat my girls with the same love and commitment. You are always ready to come over and help out and asking for them to come keep you company. It means a lot to see you with them and the special relationship you have. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the girls: Paw-Paw T-Dogg we are lucky to have you as our Paw-Paw because you always let us play on your tractors and in your shed. You have tickle fights with us and make us popcorn. You let us ride on the four-wheeler and help us. You let us have fun in Florida. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grandpa Bentley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mommy: You are a special Father-n-Law. I always enjoy your special gifts that you get for us girls. You are so thoughtful. You introduced me to Carl's Ice Cream, Fiesta, Margaritas and you keep Brad busy and out of my hair:) Thank you for all you do for us, your time, and all the things you have helped us to fix. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grandpa Bentley: We love you and are glad you are our grandpa. You share your chocolate with us and help us to fish. You let us play on the boat and come to your work and play on your tractors. We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AO7F_zxCI5E/Tf0Ne-JmmvI/AAAAAAAACUY/nSlPneqY4NE/s1600/School%2Btime%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619662735758760690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AO7F_zxCI5E/Tf0Ne-JmmvI/AAAAAAAACUY/nSlPneqY4NE/s400/School%2Btime%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6361743875471077754?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6361743875471077754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6361743875471077754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6361743875471077754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6361743875471077754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AO7F_zxCI5E/Tf0Ne-JmmvI/AAAAAAAACUY/nSlPneqY4NE/s72-c/School%2Btime%2B019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-9018453538927035831</id><published>2011-05-26T20:21:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:46:41.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylee's new room!</title><content type='html'>For Kaylee's 6th birthday she decided she wanted her room done. Apparently her wall decor, which has pretty much been the same (there were some additions made as she got older) since she came home from the hospital was just not cool anymore! After all she is almost done with Kindergarten, so she told us:) So we agreed that she could pick out new things for her room and that would be her big birthday present from us (she did have a few "surprise" gifts on her actual birthday.). So for the past several months we have been picking out things for her room and the week of her birthday Daddy painted and we put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES it and keeps telling me she feels like she's at a hotel. It's still surreal to me as I walk in and out of a room that is a reminder my first baby is very much no longer a baby and instead a growing and changing girl. The first couple of days I almost felt as though I was in the Twilight Zone. It brought me back to the first few months of Kaylee's life when I would rock her to sleep and be teary eyed because I knew the little one I was holding in my arms would not be that way forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a new room a new chapter has started and I'm sure that this chapter will fly by as the others have so I will continue to savor each moment as best I can and enjoy Kaylee loving her new room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the doorway of the her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9AguAEt1Oo/TeREoCOlqQI/AAAAAAAACQc/QmFxsUODz2g/s1600/may%2B2011%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612686490193996034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9AguAEt1Oo/TeREoCOlqQI/AAAAAAAACQc/QmFxsUODz2g/s400/may%2B2011%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From another angle of her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Am-8CECdcM/TeREoOhB3FI/AAAAAAAACQU/Cjy9TrYia9Q/s1600/may%2B2011%2B132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612686493492567122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Am-8CECdcM/TeREoOhB3FI/AAAAAAAACQU/Cjy9TrYia9Q/s400/may%2B2011%2B132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee being silly in front of her. She helped me bedazzle it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3zMny0dPRw/TeRCko9VKuI/AAAAAAAACQE/t9mKgHN8gjg/s1600/may%2B2011%2B138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612684232847862498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3zMny0dPRw/TeRCko9VKuI/AAAAAAAACQE/t9mKgHN8gjg/s400/may%2B2011%2B138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee being silly on her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7PtoqHn1vBA/TeRCkeZWgtI/AAAAAAAACP8/nw1CwvgjEdM/s1600/may%2B2011%2B140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612684230012601042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7PtoqHn1vBA/TeRCkeZWgtI/AAAAAAAACP8/nw1CwvgjEdM/s400/may%2B2011%2B140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jCWcy0y-xo/Td8EVvWi2HI/AAAAAAAACP0/k4oX5dkKxys/s1600/may%2B2011%2B139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611208432261716082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jCWcy0y-xo/Td8EVvWi2HI/AAAAAAAACP0/k4oX5dkKxys/s400/may%2B2011%2B139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jCWcy0y-xo/Td8EVvWi2HI/AAAAAAAACP0/k4oX5dkKxys/s1600/may%2B2011%2B139.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see her lava lamp on her dresser. On the wall, under the window, is her dry erase board. The one thing that has been in her room since she came home from the hospital. Now instead of toddler scribbles Kaylee and her friends write words on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv9lXS7RV7k/Td8EVOP3U2I/AAAAAAAACPs/Tdb8eEeJz8w/s1600/may%2B2011%2B144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611208423375328098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv9lXS7RV7k/Td8EVOP3U2I/AAAAAAAACPs/Tdb8eEeJz8w/s400/may%2B2011%2B144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Kaylee's American Girl Dolls, Kit and Emily, have their bed to enjoy the new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCxTkJ1ZeZc/Td8EUncF-kI/AAAAAAAACPk/rUxN63YGON4/s1600/may%2B2011%2B142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611208412957637186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCxTkJ1ZeZc/Td8EUncF-kI/AAAAAAAACPk/rUxN63YGON4/s400/may%2B2011%2B142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently no 6 year old girls room is complete without a picture of Justin Bieber by their bed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3g4Z1MzfLLU/TeRCk-AS4BI/AAAAAAAACQM/6rxFvH3Z1YI/s1600/may%2B2011%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612684238497439762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3g4Z1MzfLLU/TeRCk-AS4BI/AAAAAAAACQM/6rxFvH3Z1YI/s400/may%2B2011%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-9018453538927035831?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/9018453538927035831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=9018453538927035831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/9018453538927035831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/9018453538927035831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/05/kaylees-new-room.html' title='Kaylee&apos;s new room!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9AguAEt1Oo/TeREoCOlqQI/AAAAAAAACQc/QmFxsUODz2g/s72-c/may%2B2011%2B048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-297602234644229133</id><published>2011-05-17T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:01:00.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AEUZYq2R4IE/TdHT_IAaynI/AAAAAAAACPI/Jc51WvWIwCE/s1600/kaylee%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AEUZYq2R4IE/TdHT_IAaynI/AAAAAAAACPI/Jc51WvWIwCE/s400/kaylee%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607496092487436914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kaylee McKenna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you are 6 years-old. Not only were you born on this day but you made me a Mommy and Daddy a Daddy. Tonight while we were reading, and by we I mean you:), your Emily American Girl book tonight I layed in your bed listening to you while I stared at the above photo in the frame in your room. I remember this day like it was yesterday. You were a week late. I had to be induced and even when I was ready to push and I pushed and pushed and pushed you would only come via c-section because you were too big. I was so happy once I got to hold all 9lbs 2oz of you:). Yet here we are 6 years later, you are almost done with Kindergarten and you are reading me chapters from your chapter book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I remember every moment of these past 6 years, so how can 6 years have gone so fast already? I am so proud of you, as is Daddy! You are our dramatic girl, you love art and science. Your memory is one like no other and I am amazed at the things you do and say. You are my challenger in a verbal way. You think like an adult and make logical arguments like one. Daddy and I are in trouble:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed every minute of the last 6 years, even when you were a colicky and boarder line acid reflux baby! You taught me so much. You taught me patience and love like I have never known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done music class, discovery classes, dance classes, gymnastic classes, soccer, swim lessons, Daisy's and now baseball. I have so enjoyed watching you experience these both while doing it together and sitting on the sidelines. Although a little shy at times in the beginning you always give your all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so much like me in good ways and bad. I do apologize for giving you the neurotic anxiety gene:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Kay-Kay for being you, for being my daughter and giving me a far greater purpose then I ever thought I could have. I know as you grow we may bump heads from time to time, especially because we are so much alike:). I also know I will always love you and love being your mom. And secretly I hope you and Ainsley always live with me, but don't tell Daddy;) HEHE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the next year and watching all the new experiences you'll have! You have had a phenomenal Kindergarten year. It's still surreal to watch you get off the school bus. I'm so happy you love school and your friends. I love that you still have a bit of that innocence in you and that sparkle that shines in your eyes. I hope no matter what life brings your sparkle always remains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Kaylee McKenna! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5pMv59pcmA/TdHT_GNyDGI/AAAAAAAACPQ/T2N9GwoPZXw/s1600/april2011%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5pMv59pcmA/TdHT_GNyDGI/AAAAAAAACPQ/T2N9GwoPZXw/s400/april2011%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607496092006616162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-297602234644229133?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/297602234644229133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=297602234644229133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/297602234644229133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/297602234644229133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-kaylee-mckenna-today-you-are-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AEUZYq2R4IE/TdHT_IAaynI/AAAAAAAACPI/Jc51WvWIwCE/s72-c/kaylee%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6182573553565496151</id><published>2011-05-16T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:33:21.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos 2011</title><content type='html'>We had our annual Family photos taken a couple weeks ago. In the past we have always gone to Portrait Innovations, but this year I wanted to mix things up a bit. I had Laura take our photos. She took some photos of my Mom, me and the girls last fall and I loved them. She is so sweet and so reasonable! Her fee includes your CD and the rights to the pictures. She gives you an hour of her time and will do them either indoor or outdoor. After her fee and ordering my pics I still spent less than what I have in the past at Portrait. I'm sure we will be back at Portrait sometime, but it was nice to do something different this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a51334e6a6b794d6a513d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a51334e6a6b794d6a513d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Make a &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks.html" target="_blank"&gt;free scrapbooking design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6182573553565496151?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6182573553565496151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6182573553565496151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6182573553565496151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6182573553565496151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-photos-2011.html' title='Family Photos 2011'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6028150861724925895</id><published>2011-05-08T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:01:00.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLNDFyZ4zp0/TcXcaCycJUI/AAAAAAAACOs/njKHu91fw_I/s1600/busing-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLNDFyZ4zp0/TcXcaCycJUI/AAAAAAAACOs/njKHu91fw_I/s400/busing-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604127651315590466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day 2011!! I've said this many times to many people, you are one of the strongest people I have ever known. While I have always known this I don't know that I truly understood my own words until I became a Mom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to be a Mom and even more so to have you as a my Mom and best friend. My children are so blessed to have you as their Mee-Maw. The amount of sacrifice you gave, in so many different ways, speaks volume of your love for me. The amount of time you spend with my children and they way you know them so well speaks volume of your love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a Mom has given me a deeper appreciation for you then I ever thought possible. You have always stood by my side, you have never left me, you have been my advocate when no one else was, you survived the daily grind of being my Mom in my teenage years:), you have often times sacrificed things you truly wanted just for the betterment of my life. You have given my humor, sarcasm, love, kindness and compassion. How does one thank someone for that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom for being an example to me. Thank you for loving me and my children. Thank you for always being there and holding my hand. Thank you for making me hair appointments when I couldn't find the time:) Thank you for knowing when I'm tired, for knowing when I'm stressed, for knowing when I need help, for knowing when I'm sick and mostly for always knowing what I need when I couldn't say the words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Love to you, Mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to be your daughter and so thankful your my mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6028150861724925895?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6028150861724925895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6028150861724925895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6028150861724925895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6028150861724925895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLNDFyZ4zp0/TcXcaCycJUI/AAAAAAAACOs/njKHu91fw_I/s72-c/busing-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7503059007603052966</id><published>2011-05-01T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:01:01.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ainsley Isabella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MChNSlTmGI8/Tby5pNgCa2I/AAAAAAAACOY/qa7gjWZsm78/s1600/Kids%2B2008%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MChNSlTmGI8/Tby5pNgCa2I/AAAAAAAACOY/qa7gjWZsm78/s400/Kids%2B2008%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601556154191866722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ainsley Isabella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you are 4. Four-years old...seems surreal. It's so cliche to say but yet so true time has gone so fast. You were the piece that completed our family. As a baby Daddy would call you the "Happiest baby in America." That phrase has continued throughout your life but now you have become the "Happiest kid in America." While you have a little mischievous streak in you, you really are happy 95% of the time. You love to sing and dance, and of course let's not forget tell jokes. You make me smile everyday. You love to give hugs and tell me "I'm the best Mommy in the world." No matter how big or small of things we do you show appreciation, for example yesterday when I poured you a bowl of cereal you tell me I'm "the best cereal maker ever!" The sincerity behind your words warms my heart. Your big brown eyes light up a room. I love that you enjoy playing with your ponies and baby dolls inside, and love to go outside and look for bugs, or snakes, and run around and get dirty. I love how you have become my little shopping buddy. You are one of the most fun people to walk around a store with and talk about all the interesting things you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world will truly be a better place because of you! You are the kind of person that makes someone feel happy just by having a conversation. It has been such a joy to watch you grow this past year at Montessori. You love going to school and seeing your friends. Your Daddy and I are so proud of you and we are so excited to watch you continue to grow and learn new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mommy a new year is always bittersweet, as I am excited for the things ahead a part of me is sad that another year is gone. I savored our bedtime routine last night. We read extra books, told some jokes, practiced our whistling and sang some songs, because tonight was the last night of bedtime with my 3 year old. You, however, were super excited for bedtime as you knew that when you woke-up today you'd be 4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley, you are my little sass, my small in stature but big in attitude and personality little girl! I am blessed to be your Mommy and thank God everyday he chose me for this special job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to another great year!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and much pride,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCfuNJRJz_k/Tby5pG6NvpI/AAAAAAAACOQ/9dIzsvuk7C0/s1600/april2011%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCfuNJRJz_k/Tby5pG6NvpI/AAAAAAAACOQ/9dIzsvuk7C0/s400/april2011%2B030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601556152422612626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7503059007603052966?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7503059007603052966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7503059007603052966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7503059007603052966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7503059007603052966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-ainsley-isabella.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ainsley Isabella!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MChNSlTmGI8/Tby5pNgCa2I/AAAAAAAACOY/qa7gjWZsm78/s72-c/Kids%2B2008%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6887669811482841301</id><published>2011-04-24T17:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:00:13.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggstravaganza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a51794e6a67794d446b3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a51794e6a67794d446b3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows.html" target="_blank"&gt;Free photo slideshow&lt;/a&gt; made with Smilebox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6887669811482841301?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6887669811482841301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6887669811482841301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6887669811482841301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6887669811482841301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-eggstravaganza.html' title='Easter Eggstravaganza!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-4954292029276422538</id><published>2011-04-23T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:58:55.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhyme Time</title><content type='html'>Ainsley is into rhyming words lately. REALLY into them. I've heard words rhymed that I didn't even know existed. I can't decide if she is my future Shel Silverstein or Eminem? Atleast once a day Ainsley will say "Listen,(insert some rhyming words, i.e. Hat Cat) those rhyme." From there another 20-30 minutes of rhyming, atleast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this may sound a little annoying, and depending on the time and amount of times a day this happens it can boarder on annoying, but overall I love when she does this and tend to egg her on. I love watching her mind work and the pride she has in her 3 year old self that she has mastered this skill! I love that she's so excited to share her talents with anyone who will listen. I have got all the time for all her rhyme(s):)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-4954292029276422538?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/4954292029276422538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=4954292029276422538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4954292029276422538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4954292029276422538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/04/rhyme-time.html' title='Rhyme Time'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-668378497502701235</id><published>2011-04-11T20:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:36:59.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Mama!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my Mama's birthday! We all got together on Saturday and brought all the fixings over to make her a great day! Belle was especially helpful by knocking her cake over so I had the great opportunity to make another. Thankfully her favorite cake is a Texas Chocolate Cake and I have the recipe pretty much memorized, as it's a basic cake, so it didn't take much time to make another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day outside and we spent a lot of time outdoors. There was much 4-wheeling, bike riding, tractor riding, playing on the swings and fishing in the pond. Everyone seem to have a great time and I was so happy to give my Mom a special day because she deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley riding her bike in the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00LOrXgQBoE/TaOq0tIRJRI/AAAAAAAACMY/_ZMuWAbCL5c/s1600/april2011%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00LOrXgQBoE/TaOq0tIRJRI/AAAAAAAACMY/_ZMuWAbCL5c/s400/april2011%2B036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502984568481042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Ainsley and Paw-Paw doing some work with one of the tractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyQeJziHdOI/TaOq0TWagtI/AAAAAAAACMQ/ZK33R5kEOEA/s1600/april2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyQeJziHdOI/TaOq0TWagtI/AAAAAAAACMQ/ZK33R5kEOEA/s400/april2011%2B037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502977648493266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee-Maw, Ainsley and Kaylee taking a ride on the 4-wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGA2B0ig0pk/TaOq0Ny5SqI/AAAAAAAACMI/PZ-Pel1qqnw/s1600/april2011%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGA2B0ig0pk/TaOq0Ny5SqI/AAAAAAAACMI/PZ-Pel1qqnw/s400/april2011%2B032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502976157338274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody singing "Happy Birthday" and helping to blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ahhMS_5BPc/TaOq0txWUHI/AAAAAAAACMg/WMrrqne1yQE/s1600/april2011%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ahhMS_5BPc/TaOq0txWUHI/AAAAAAAACMg/WMrrqne1yQE/s400/april2011%2B041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502984740786290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley doing a little clean-up after the party:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FaCXes5qJI/TaOq1NNbp6I/AAAAAAAACMo/_P4egQlecBs/s1600/april2011%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FaCXes5qJI/TaOq1NNbp6I/AAAAAAAACMo/_P4egQlecBs/s400/april2011%2B046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502993180075938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-668378497502701235?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/668378497502701235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=668378497502701235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/668378497502701235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/668378497502701235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-my-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Mama!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00LOrXgQBoE/TaOq0tIRJRI/AAAAAAAACMY/_ZMuWAbCL5c/s72-c/april2011%2B036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-4123927035884620476</id><published>2011-04-10T21:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:15:02.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Your Work Night</title><content type='html'>The other night we had Ainsley's Show Your Work Night at Montessori. She was so excited!! We had been at another school function at Kaylee's school earlier in the night and while Kaylee stayed behind with Mee-Maw. All the way to Montessori Ainsley kept telling me all the things we were going to be doing at her school. When we got to Montessori there were A LOT of people and maybe a wee-bit overwhelming to little Miss A. Once we got in her room and sat down she was the first to be excused to find work. Again a little overwhelmed, and not entirely sure what to do, I could since her starting to cry. Sure enough the tears soon came. We sat for awhile, walked around the room a little and finally I got some popbeads off the shelf, one of her favorites and pretended to try and do them but just couldn't figure it out. The laughter and "Oh Mom" soon came and Ainsley was back! From then on she was all about showing us work and teaching us how to do it, because no matter how hard we tried somehow Brad and I just couldn't do it without her help:) While it was a very surreal experience being there for my little Ainsley I was oh so proud of her and so happy to be there with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on color tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EXlrglkKCI/TaOmgTsI5WI/AAAAAAAACMA/cTGAaQByAeE/s1600/april2011%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EXlrglkKCI/TaOmgTsI5WI/AAAAAAAACMA/cTGAaQByAeE/s400/april2011%2B023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594498236095718754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting Pop Beads together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap_eML_l4rs/TaOmfgoYcsI/AAAAAAAACLw/rOZNacYWuJk/s1600/april2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap_eML_l4rs/TaOmfgoYcsI/AAAAAAAACLw/rOZNacYWuJk/s400/april2011%2B021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594498222389752514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z8mlw28KNs/TaOmf6pUVPI/AAAAAAAACL4/F41c_R_qlA8/s1600/april2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z8mlw28KNs/TaOmf6pUVPI/AAAAAAAACL4/F41c_R_qlA8/s400/april2011%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594498229372998898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot Slicing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvKoLVxweiQ/TaOmfqxFtGI/AAAAAAAACLo/wpWRy1Wa7RQ/s1600/april2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvKoLVxweiQ/TaOmfqxFtGI/AAAAAAAACLo/wpWRy1Wa7RQ/s400/april2011%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594498225110627426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-4123927035884620476?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/4123927035884620476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=4123927035884620476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4123927035884620476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4123927035884620476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/04/show-your-work-night.html' title='Show Your Work Night'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EXlrglkKCI/TaOmgTsI5WI/AAAAAAAACMA/cTGAaQByAeE/s72-c/april2011%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-4619869533685914757</id><published>2011-03-24T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:29:35.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT4yvjBh_8Y/TYvo15rKANI/AAAAAAAACLE/NPhh1zOAYqc/s1600/March2011%2B176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT4yvjBh_8Y/TYvo15rKANI/AAAAAAAACLE/NPhh1zOAYqc/s400/March2011%2B176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587815775395774674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a big day! I was at work, my girls with my mom, my phone rings and here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: Hi Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, Kaylee! How are ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: I lost my tooth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: I lost my first tooth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shut-up! (Very loudly, while at work, then thought maybe not the most appropriate response to my 5 year-old, but in my defense I was shocked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked a bit more, although poor Kaylee has had a cold so she doesn't have much of a voice. In some parts of the conversation I couldn't tell if she was crying or just horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got on the phone and said Kaylee had been watching TV and came in and said her tooth fell out. It's her bottom left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it! I didn't even know it was loose. At our last dentist appointment, almost 6 mos ago (I know this because our next one is in 1 week 1/2), the dentist said her teeth were a little loose but it would be awhile. I guess I didn't really know what "awhile" meant:) I suppose I anticipated she would lose them soon, as she got her first 2 teeth by the time she was 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while at Kick's selling tickets for Towanda PTO, my mom and Tim brought the girls up for dinner and she showed me her new smile. The photo on here isn't that great, it was pretty up close and it's sort of hard to see it missing. I will be sure to get more photos, but wanted to get one on the big day that it was lost. She was so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Tooth Fairy will be visiting shortly:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe that we are ready for Tooth Fairy visits. Weren't we just struggling with teething? I suppose not. Another great milestone reached on this awesome journey! Congrats Kaylee McKenna!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-4619869533685914757?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/4619869533685914757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=4619869533685914757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4619869533685914757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4619869533685914757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-milestone.html' title='Another Milestone'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT4yvjBh_8Y/TYvo15rKANI/AAAAAAAACLE/NPhh1zOAYqc/s72-c/March2011%2B176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6988624346658764680</id><published>2011-03-19T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:49:53.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was wathing Oprah. I don't usually tune in but I happened to be flipping and stopped on her show. Since it's her last season she's been doing some interesting shows. I didn't watch the whole show, probably not even 1/2, but what I did see struck me. She was talking to families who have spouses, sons/daughters, etc in the Military. Some have lost loved ones and some have spent much time as a single-parent as their spouse was serving us overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a deep respect for the Military. I feel like all of our freedoms are owed to them, past and present. When I was a senior in high school I talked to an Army recruiter and was heavily considering joining (Did I surprise you?). It's true. Brad was planning to go to the Navy at Annapolis, we were going to go our seperate ways and I had serious anxiety about college and my ability to succeed there and didn't want to potentially waste my parents money. This would have been a way to not only serve my Country and feel as though I was making a difference, but also a way to earn my own way through school. Don't get me wrong joining the Army gave me serious anxiety too:). Alas it was not meant to be, because of the severity of my asthma, the recruiter, after discussing my medical history, said I most likely wouldn't pass their physical and therefore wouldn't get in. So I just went straight to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad ended up not going to the Navy because he has such bad eyesight. Even after the Baseball Coach and a Naval Officer tried to appeal they still said "No". So he ended up going to IWU and playing ball. The rest they say is history.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think things turned out the way they were suppose to because had only one of us gone down our original path then we wouldn't be the "us" we are today. Which means no Kaylee or Ainsley. That's a very powerful thought! I can't imagine my life any different than it is now. Someone more powerful than us knew better and the plan laid out for us was to be an "us". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be easier to see "the plan" when it is something that has been a positive. We don't tend to question those, we just give thanks. When things happen that I don't understand those are the times I question and analyze. I want to know the deeper meaning and see the bigger picture. But I suppose it's not for me to question and know right now. Those are the times I need to have Faith and to Trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like when the Supreme Court upholds a groups rights to protest at Military funerals. Regardless of your thoughts on war the reality is we are fighting one. So the least we can do is support those that are fighting for us and protecting us, rather than use the memorial services of fallen soldgiers as your platform to spew your hateful messages. The very soldgiers who are protecting your rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the priveledge of working with someone who has served many tours, most recently from 08-09. He's a Captain in the Army and has sacrificed a great deal for this Country. He is one of the most honorable people I know and Brad and I are so fortunate to call him our friend! He is also given me a great perspective on war and what serving your country really means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see soldgiers out in their uniform we easily identify them and can take that opportunity to thank them. Their families, not so easily identifiable. The ones who support their choice, carry on with life the best way they can here and have to really rely on Faith and Trust. There sacrifice is huge! Processing it all really makes one thing "WOW"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6988624346658764680?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6988624346658764680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6988624346658764680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6988624346658764680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6988624346658764680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2122749330810503183</id><published>2011-03-19T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:42:04.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Are you a list maker? I am, I make lists of lists I have. I carry around at least one notebook in my purse. Why? For lists. That and it also has all of Kaylee and Ainsley well-doctor visit height, weight and the respective percentages. Yes, I copy them every time I get a new notebook. Why? I don't know. I like having it handy for reference. Why? Again, I don't know. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lists! Yes, lists. I have several lists in my head currently that I continue to get my notebook out to transfer from brain to paper, but have yet to really do. Some, not all. Yes, they have to be specific to what I need and if they aren't well I start over. What lists am I currently working on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley's Friend Party; invite list; to do list&lt;br /&gt;-Girls joint Family Birthday Party; invite list (although this is immediate Family I still make a list:) and to do list.&lt;br /&gt;-Kaylee's Friend Party; invite list; to do lisy&lt;br /&gt;-Girls Birthday wish lists. This involves 4 lists: What we are getting them, ideas for Brad's mom, my mom, and my Dad and Sallie. I try to give everyone a seperate list of ideas to avoid duplicates. Of course I also keep copies:)&lt;br /&gt;-List of things around the house I would like to have done by the girls birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;-Of course my general house list I keep for stuff that is on the "To do" list for the house in general that is forever evolving. What does that mean? A new list.&lt;br /&gt;-Kaylee has decided for her birthday, from us, she wants her room redone (oh yes, this will have it's own post and emotional one for me, stay tuned:) and I need to track what needs to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this makes me OCD? Maybe a little ADHD? I don't know. I just like to be organized. At work I keep things on my Outlook Calendar but also write them on my desk calendar. And just between you and me my desk calendar has things written on it with the dates highlighted in different colors. Yellow=work, so if it's worked related it's highlighted yellow, i.e. every other Friday for Payday. Pink=Girls, easy pick on the color:) So if the date involves them it's green, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a list maker, to this I confess. I know they say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, but for me it's a wife of life. Without them...well then I'd have a problem:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2122749330810503183?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2122749330810503183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2122749330810503183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2122749330810503183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2122749330810503183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/03/list-crazy.html' title='List Crazy!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-116754843843812479</id><published>2011-03-17T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:09:46.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day Miracle</title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patrick's Day! This morning, while I was at work, I received a video text from Brad. Apparently last night, while all the house was sleeping, sneaky little Leprachauns snuck into Kaylee and Ainsley's room and left some treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were super excited for St. Patrick's Day. I painted their, and my, nails green. They set their clothes out on their dressers with their new St. Patrick's Day shirts right on top and made sure I had my green shirt (my Cub one of course) set out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was quiet last night and no one heard a peep. I suppose you wouldn't with Leprechauns, they are awfully small. When the girls were getting dressed this morning they found some shamrock confetti sprinkled on their dressers with some gold chocolate coins, a green pack of Trident gum and a small paint book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching my video text of Kaylee and Ainsley explaining to their Dad about what had happened in their rooms the night before. In the process it was deemed by Kaylee a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, a St. Patrick's Day miracle! Miracle's do happen...if you just believe:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-116754843843812479?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/116754843843812479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=116754843843812479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/116754843843812479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/116754843843812479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day-miracle.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Miracle'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2169643099841363860</id><published>2011-03-10T16:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:18:12.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Thursday</title><content type='html'>So here are random thoughts that go into my mind throughout a day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do my actions speak louder than words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Am I intentional in my actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are the perceptions of my actions and/or words really what I mean by my actions and/or words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Am I to protective of my kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do I allow my kids enough room to "grow"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do I do the best to treat them equal in every way I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is telling them I love you, I'm proud of you and giving specific examples on a daily basis enough to make them secure in that and believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is an example of an argument that goes on in my mind: I should take more time for myself. When would I do that? What would I do? (think of something)I could just do that with the girls. I like being with my girls. Why don't I find something for us to all do together instead of apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can someone have too much pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are the people that appear to have it the most together the one's falling apart the quickest on the inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I could keep going with thoughts I have. These are pretty consistent thoughts. Sometimes my thoughts change with the seasons, i.e. currently I have daily thoughts about the girls upcoming birthdays and their parties. Maybe this is why I'm so tired at the end of the day but can never sleep:) What thoughts keep you occupied during your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2169643099841363860?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2169643099841363860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2169643099841363860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2169643099841363860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2169643099841363860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughtful-thursday.html' title='Thoughtful Thursday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-8405218747406379639</id><published>2011-03-10T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:07:23.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies have arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPycKE45a8k/TXlLgOp1PQI/AAAAAAAACKo/JSjMnXAz2TA/s1600/march%2B2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPycKE45a8k/TXlLgOp1PQI/AAAAAAAACKo/JSjMnXAz2TA/s400/march%2B2011%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582576230163889410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't gotten them to you or contacted you to make arrangements I will be soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-8405218747406379639?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/8405218747406379639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=8405218747406379639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8405218747406379639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8405218747406379639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/03/cookies-have-arrived.html' title='Cookies have arrived!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPycKE45a8k/TXlLgOp1PQI/AAAAAAAACKo/JSjMnXAz2TA/s72-c/march%2B2011%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7134765688525159796</id><published>2011-02-28T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:42:58.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mbbo7SQDrc/TWwjOG0nXII/AAAAAAAACKg/idKTcvxRCtg/s1600/feb%2B2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mbbo7SQDrc/TWwjOG0nXII/AAAAAAAACKg/idKTcvxRCtg/s400/feb%2B2011%2B004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578872763661638786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An updated photo of Miss Belle! She will be 5 months on March 8th. We took her last week to get fixed and have her Rabi shot. When I called to schedule her appointment I asked what the surgery cost was because I knew my darling husband would be asking:) I'm thinking it doesn't matter because no matter the cost we would be doing it anyway, but that's what makes us "us" :) Anyway they gave 2 prices, 1 price for if she weighed less than 30 pounds and 1 price if she weighed more than 30 pounds. I thought we might be close but still under 30 pounds because we had just been there right before the Florida trip and she was a little over 21 1/2 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day of her surgery the doctor called and talked to Brad after and told him everything went well and we would be able to pick Belle up the next day. He also told Brad she is growing and looks great. She gained 12 pounds, yes 12, since her last appointment. So I was right we were close to that 30 pound mark but on the over side. So she officially weighs more than our almost 4 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy she is growing and healthy. She has definitely added some excitement around here!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7134765688525159796?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7134765688525159796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7134765688525159796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7134765688525159796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7134765688525159796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/02/bella-boo.html' title='Bella Boo'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mbbo7SQDrc/TWwjOG0nXII/AAAAAAAACKg/idKTcvxRCtg/s72-c/feb%2B2011%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-8516585000808551602</id><published>2011-02-24T16:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:18:27.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jh1W_RvIBo/TWbVzD67GrI/AAAAAAAACKY/4G62lljCIBc/s1600/Cardinal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jh1W_RvIBo/TWbVzD67GrI/AAAAAAAACKY/4G62lljCIBc/s400/Cardinal.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577380261747432114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I got home and was outside with Belle I saw a cardinal. Not the one in this photo. I didn't have my camera with me and knew I wouldn't have time to run in and get it before it flew away. While I know that these beautiful birds can be seen here in the winter I liked to think of today's sighting as a sign of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work today there was much talk about the snow that is suppose to descend upon us tonight. UGH!! Not ugh because I don't want more snow (although I don't) but UGH because you would think it meant that we were going to be hit by an asteroid. People are so negative and so whiny. It's snow. Nobody wants it, everyone is ready for warm weather, but seriously just get over it. Of course it's not enough to just mention it but lets spend ALL day analyzing it, checking every weather outlet possible on the Internet and analyze it some more. Needless to say it was a day that I listened to my headphones a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what a nice reprieve to see a cardinal flying around today! I once went to a psychic and she told me that when I saw them it was a sign of luck from my grandparents who have passed and that it also means they are with me. So not only do I look at the bird as a sign of spring today, but I always feel happy when I see them. I usually give a little wave too, just incase:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-8516585000808551602?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/8516585000808551602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=8516585000808551602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8516585000808551602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8516585000808551602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/02/sign-of-spring.html' title='Sign of Spring?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jh1W_RvIBo/TWbVzD67GrI/AAAAAAAACKY/4G62lljCIBc/s72-c/Cardinal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1683370055161525619</id><published>2011-02-15T13:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:57:31.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction Zone</title><content type='html'>Each year we do a couple projects around the house. Sometimes indoor and sometimes outdoor. Really by "we" I mean Brad generally with assistance from his Dad. My role in these jobs is to occupy the children, both the furry and non-furry kind, and keep them out of the way. My secret to being successful in my role...go to my mom's:) So soon our family room and basement stairs will have new carpet. New paint will be placed on the walls in the family room and hallway, and furniture will be moved. Some upstairs, some into the basement and some to the curb. The process has begun, as I've started to reorganize some things and clear some things out. So stay tune for the big reveal:) Until then this is my mess. It's got to get worse before it can get better, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfCDtBV0-JQ/TVrYB0kmB1I/AAAAAAAACJ4/RJhTmSC2fSk/s1600/stuff%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfCDtBV0-JQ/TVrYB0kmB1I/AAAAAAAACJ4/RJhTmSC2fSk/s400/stuff%2B071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574005014628009810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1683370055161525619?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1683370055161525619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1683370055161525619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1683370055161525619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1683370055161525619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/02/construction-zone.html' title='Construction Zone'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfCDtBV0-JQ/TVrYB0kmB1I/AAAAAAAACJ4/RJhTmSC2fSk/s72-c/stuff%2B071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7440131595011474701</id><published>2011-02-15T13:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:27:13.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got The Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEVL1x9SBpA/TVrUOt20STI/AAAAAAAACJw/faemFfdndsk/s1600/stuff%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEVL1x9SBpA/TVrUOt20STI/AAAAAAAACJw/faemFfdndsk/s400/stuff%2B070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574000838117181746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been looming around our house and I hope it's almost ready to make it's exit. Started on Friday with Kaylee. Poor thing missed her Daisy Bake Sale on Saturday and Daisy meeting on Sunday, thankfully Monday she was fever free and ready to go back to school. Today little Miss A was bordering a fever so we stayed home to be safe. Generally sickness is the easiest thing for siblings to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Ainsley hit the fever level before nap. She is still her generally happy self but without the spunk. So we will have another stay home day tomorrow and hope that the fever is ready to exit this house soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7440131595011474701?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7440131595011474701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7440131595011474701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7440131595011474701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7440131595011474701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/02/weve-got-fever.html' title='We&apos;ve Got The Fever'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEVL1x9SBpA/TVrUOt20STI/AAAAAAAACJw/faemFfdndsk/s72-c/stuff%2B070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1975389062536598179</id><published>2011-02-15T13:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:25:46.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV9KMTVEs8I/TVrTKViRq7I/AAAAAAAACJg/0id15tlf1KM/s1600/stuff%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV9KMTVEs8I/TVrTKViRq7I/AAAAAAAACJg/0id15tlf1KM/s400/stuff%2B035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573999663357471666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Valentine's Day how sweet thou are! As an adult, I have never been an over-the-top Valentine enthusiast. Why? It's a day where people are romantic because they are obligated, mostly by Hallmark. My husband has been known to do special things on an average day, i.e. pick-up flowers for me, pick up some of my favorite bubble-gum while shopping at the store, or will have fixed me a margarita and let's me know it's in the freezer after I come down from putting the girls to bed, to name a few. These are special because they aren't days that are celebrated by Hallmark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy this day because of my girls. They are always excited to pick out their Valentine's, get crafty and make special treats. All the same reasons I enjoyed the day as a kid myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we were treated to a program at Kaylee's school. The Kindergarten class does one every year. It was so sweet. There was poetry, singing, dancing and even a special picture each child drew of why they love their parents. They each took a turn and walked to the front and held up their picture and said "I love you because...." Kaylee's was "I love you because you take me to Florida." As a 5 year-old I suppose that's as in-depth as one gets. It was very touching and truly a special memory. Hallmark ain't got nothing on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a special Valentine's Day for whatever the reason and I hope that Valentine's Day may leak into your days throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgoXF3x4UWM/TVrR_fWDgfI/AAAAAAAACJY/MTfxS2MT0qU/s1600/stuff%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgoXF3x4UWM/TVrR_fWDgfI/AAAAAAAACJY/MTfxS2MT0qU/s400/stuff%2B067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573998377500377586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1975389062536598179?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1975389062536598179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1975389062536598179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1975389062536598179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1975389062536598179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV9KMTVEs8I/TVrTKViRq7I/AAAAAAAACJg/0id15tlf1KM/s72-c/stuff%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7113333092483427337</id><published>2011-02-03T15:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:22:54.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>As forecasted we got quite a bit of snow this week and were snowed in. Brad stayed home Tuesday and I went into work, his punishment for having more vacation time then me:) Fortunately we closed at 12:30 so I headed home and while it was snowy out the roads weren't really bad quite yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled in and got ready for the BLIZZARD! Over the past few days we have been keeping busy. We've worked on homework, watched movies, made cookies and other yummy treats, played in the snow, colored, played dolls, did some Karoke, played some Wii, Kaylee and Ainsley played photo studio and hotel, and many other activities. Of course I took advantage of some of the time to clean and organize:) It's a sickness, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little photo recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Tuesday afternoon this was our front outside view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh9fgcpyI/AAAAAAAACII/K6KNaoqO3eg/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh9fgcpyI/AAAAAAAACII/K6KNaoqO3eg/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582704487081762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back outside view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh9rgGB7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/E4EgHtm5LQ4/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh9rgGB7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/E4EgHtm5LQ4/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582707706824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle was loving it and made it challenging for us to get her into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh92XU8QI/AAAAAAAACIY/lsvLSNHwOXw/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh92XU8QI/AAAAAAAACIY/lsvLSNHwOXw/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582710622843138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do in a Blizzard make some of your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh-PYk7eI/AAAAAAAACIo/aTxgXPPk7vM/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh-PYk7eI/AAAAAAAACIo/aTxgXPPk7vM/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582717338971618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee helping to open our Blizzard ice cream supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCwjJmjI/AAAAAAAACJI/K49BTGO3T5k/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCwjJmjI/AAAAAAAACJI/K49BTGO3T5k/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569586093496048178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Brad went out to snowblow the drive off and when he opened the garage door this is what we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCvehpjI/AAAAAAAACJA/Aa_mdDz350Q/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCvehpjI/AAAAAAAACJA/Aa_mdDz350Q/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569586093208217138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle again was loving the snow and was running laps making breaks in the snow wall that had formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCayRTeI/AAAAAAAACI4/mLVz9sYRsx4/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCayRTeI/AAAAAAAACI4/mLVz9sYRsx4/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569586087653887458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Brad cleared the driveway Abby and Belle played in the snow. They are always such big helps. As were Kaylee and Ainsley while they were out too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCMGVqzI/AAAAAAAACIw/-I5gNcCAC7E/s1600/Blizzard%2B2011%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUslCMGVqzI/AAAAAAAACIw/-I5gNcCAC7E/s400/Blizzard%2B2011%2B029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569586083711527730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the snow has stopped and sun is out. Thankfully our power stayed on for the most part, a few blips here and there, but nothing major, suprisingly. Kaylee was still our of school today, so the girls and I went to pick up Brads dry cleaning and got some groceries. It was nice to get out and wasn't near as cold as I was expecting. I enjoyed the snowdays with my family, however here's hoping the groundhog was right and spring will soon be here. Because I would rather take a snow day when it's warm and sunny out:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7113333092483427337?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7113333092483427337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7113333092483427337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7113333092483427337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7113333092483427337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUsh9fgcpyI/AAAAAAAACII/K6KNaoqO3eg/s72-c/Blizzard%2B2011%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-651795368573905853</id><published>2011-01-30T12:50:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:17:58.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida 2011</title><content type='html'>Another Florida trip has come and gone. We had such a great time. It's the best vacation because our biggest decision each day is do we go to the beach or the pool first? We opted to drive again because the girls do such a great job in the car. We drive straight through and while it's a long drive it's a pretty easy drive, and 1/4 of the cost it would be to fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that my Mom and Tim continue to invite us every year. While I debated going this year because of Kaylee being in school her teacher was so sweet about it and kept emphasizing the importance of the memories we make while we are there. I love watching the girls with their Mee-Maw and Paw-Paw and it makes my heart so happy that they have these experiences together. I see that quality time with my girls is just as important to my Mom and Tim as it is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we do while we were there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught some fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg9sA1M6I/AAAAAAAACHk/aiOE8MSXZTc/s1600/florida2011%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg9sA1M6I/AAAAAAAACHk/aiOE8MSXZTc/s400/florida2011%2B081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103864704775074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow through our hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg9E3vvuI/AAAAAAAACHc/wDTSoFwgvIo/s1600/florida2011%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg9E3vvuI/AAAAAAAACHc/wDTSoFwgvIo/s400/florida2011%2B070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103854197685986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amused ourselves in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg8o45iVI/AAAAAAAACHU/jnKBnyLg6yk/s1600/florida2011%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg8o45iVI/AAAAAAAACHU/jnKBnyLg6yk/s400/florida2011%2B066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103846686329170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg8bduqAI/AAAAAAAACHM/2W8yYzdH4gs/s1600/florida2011%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg8bduqAI/AAAAAAAACHM/2W8yYzdH4gs/s400/florida2011%2B064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103843082708994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awed at the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6yM94P3I/AAAAAAAACHE/033kKTILB1A/s1600/florida2011%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6yM94P3I/AAAAAAAACHE/033kKTILB1A/s400/florida2011%2B094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568061885950476146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6xgvBdjI/AAAAAAAACG8/12oO3KhAQRo/s1600/florida2011%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6xgvBdjI/AAAAAAAACG8/12oO3KhAQRo/s400/florida2011%2B095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568061874077005362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dance party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6xWVwZ8I/AAAAAAAACG0/C3Cs5IW9yI8/s1600/florida2011%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6xWVwZ8I/AAAAAAAACG0/C3Cs5IW9yI8/s400/florida2011%2B121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568061871286675394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the traditional big cupcakes. This year we chose Strawberry and Island Coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6w4sVlRI/AAAAAAAACGs/3tEkDtCMFa4/s1600/florida2011%2B125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6w4sVlRI/AAAAAAAACGs/3tEkDtCMFa4/s400/florida2011%2B125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568061863328322834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaked up some sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW5A7WGf9I/AAAAAAAACGc/4mHFoffc7iA/s1600/florida2011%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW5A7WGf9I/AAAAAAAACGc/4mHFoffc7iA/s400/florida2011%2B099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568059939895017426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested after soaking up sun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6wlusXjI/AAAAAAAACGk/VM32iMEhn5w/s1600/florida2011%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW6wlusXjI/AAAAAAAACGk/VM32iMEhn5w/s400/florida2011%2B115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568061858237931058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some of the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW5AcLGFlI/AAAAAAAACGU/_ONY39FIDGI/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW5AcLGFlI/AAAAAAAACGU/_ONY39FIDGI/s400/florida%2B2011%2B021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568059931527353938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW5APRgbSI/AAAAAAAACGM/xoiEI5Do2Gc/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW5APRgbSI/AAAAAAAACGM/xoiEI5Do2Gc/s400/florida%2B2011%2B020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568059928064584994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made sandcastles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW4_lsNUxI/AAAAAAAACGE/A3n5GW8rTpc/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW4_lsNUxI/AAAAAAAACGE/A3n5GW8rTpc/s400/florida%2B2011%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568059916902290194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW4_LIAsJI/AAAAAAAACF8/TZJpiZ9lTmo/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW4_LIAsJI/AAAAAAAACF8/TZJpiZ9lTmo/s400/florida%2B2011%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568059909771145362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3RjKmDLI/AAAAAAAACF0/0x7GbhnR4NU/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3RjKmDLI/AAAAAAAACF0/0x7GbhnR4NU/s400/florida%2B2011%2B060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568058026438823090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced our "Dolphin Dives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXjANRWReI/AAAAAAAACH0/UPGNcnvB23o/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXjANRWReI/AAAAAAAACH0/UPGNcnvB23o/s400/florida%2B2011%2B029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568106107015415266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew through the air, with help from Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3RYQFfZI/AAAAAAAACFs/pRXRtbaaGbw/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3RYQFfZI/AAAAAAAACFs/pRXRtbaaGbw/s400/florida%2B2011%2B034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568058023509065106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3RMSCGkI/AAAAAAAACFk/RcZfgzJ9ZYw/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3RMSCGkI/AAAAAAAACFk/RcZfgzJ9ZYw/s400/florida%2B2011%2B046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568058020296006210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXiZd2u3WI/AAAAAAAACHs/ZTOlcvu3mkM/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXiZd2u3WI/AAAAAAAACHs/ZTOlcvu3mkM/s400/florida%2B2011%2B031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568105441452285282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed Florida our sassy side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3Q8IqSRI/AAAAAAAACFc/VX5oi1wxKDU/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3Q8IqSRI/AAAAAAAACFc/VX5oi1wxKDU/s400/florida%2B2011%2B064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568058015961729298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rib City our favorite place to eat each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3P8F5IJI/AAAAAAAACFU/IZSR7glfKG0/s1600/florida%2B2011%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUW3P8F5IJI/AAAAAAAACFU/IZSR7glfKG0/s400/florida%2B2011%2B084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568057998770249874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall just had a great time! Til next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-651795368573905853?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/651795368573905853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=651795368573905853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/651795368573905853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/651795368573905853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/01/florida-2011.html' title='Florida 2011'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUXg9sA1M6I/AAAAAAAACHk/aiOE8MSXZTc/s72-c/florida2011%2B081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3621425773236244536</id><published>2011-01-29T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:27:15.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We the Busing's are wild and crazy! So what do you ask did we do to ring in the New Year? We partied like Rock Stars at what has become the traditional Toddler Dance Party. When it first began I would say there were more toddlers than not, but as I looked around the room this year I saw many of these toddlers have grown-up into actual kids:) There are some new toddlers that have come and a couple new ones will arrive this year too! It's always a lot of fun and we are so thankful the Myers and Mouser families continue to put on this awesome event! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like it because I have never been a big New Year's Eve person. I'd much rather hang out with my kiddos then be out amongst the crazies. This is a great way to spend some time with friends, hang out with the kiddos, and be home by 9:00. Enough time to avoid the crazies, get the kids to bed and ring in the new year in the comfort of your own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some of the evenings highlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to head out to the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDMd9yw2I/AAAAAAAACDc/HG_9euqKVcg/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDMd9yw2I/AAAAAAAACDc/HG_9euqKVcg/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567719289562252130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right Kaylee, always remember boys are weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSEidRMoLI/AAAAAAAACEU/Utun8TPl5-A/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSEidRMoLI/AAAAAAAACEU/Utun8TPl5-A/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567720766843953330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing to a little Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSEiPVrLjI/AAAAAAAACEM/W21AM62FbS8/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSEiPVrLjI/AAAAAAAACEM/W21AM62FbS8/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567720763104636466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDNUJX7YI/AAAAAAAACD8/a7H02zpueIo/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDNUJX7YI/AAAAAAAACD8/a7H02zpueIo/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567719304106339714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and some of my friends' kids. I have a feeling we are going to be in a lot of trouble. I have been friends with these kids' moms since Jr. High. I know their back stories:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDNGlVGAI/AAAAAAAACD0/oVPb0VvK5vA/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDNGlVGAI/AAAAAAAACD0/oVPb0VvK5vA/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567719300465498114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley showing off some moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDM7EtgsI/AAAAAAAACDs/YbZQ38UvQP4/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDM7EtgsI/AAAAAAAACDs/YbZQ38UvQP4/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567719297375896258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDM1l6CdI/AAAAAAAACDk/WyoGrH-UkK0/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDM1l6CdI/AAAAAAAACDk/WyoGrH-UkK0/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567719295904516562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending the night with the balloon drop! Happy New Year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSEhwHYDfI/AAAAAAAACEE/s3ELe0w82WA/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSEhwHYDfI/AAAAAAAACEE/s3ELe0w82WA/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567720754723163634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3621425773236244536?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3621425773236244536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3621425773236244536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3621425773236244536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3621425773236244536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TUSDMd9yw2I/AAAAAAAACDc/HG_9euqKVcg/s72-c/Happy%2BNew%2BYear%2B2010%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3803390651819841716</id><published>2011-01-04T21:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:49:32.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>When a year ends you often hear about people reflecting in the year that was, a personal year-end review. Most of this review is about all the things that didn't happen or goals that weren't met. On Christmas Eve Brad and I were watching our traditional National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation and reflecting on this past year. We didn't talk about it's short-comings or failures, but what we were proud of. I definitely have some accomplishments that I'm proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our Marriage. I think I'm most proud of this, because I know that having a solid marriage is an important component to a happy life. Most people know marriage isn't always easy and while I think Brad and I have a strong marriage it does take work to maintain that. My parents are divorced and have been forever, or 30 years to be exact, and so while technically I was alive while they were married I don't remember them being married. Brad's parents, on the other hand, have been married since 1971 and he's never known any different. On Christmas Eve we were talking about how proud we are of our little family and how it really enhances special times, such as Christmas. We were discussing our Christmas memories and I was saying I feel I have been able to give my girls a gift I didn't have, to have memories, i.e. Christmas morning, with a "nuclear" family. For Brad this is an oddity because he only knows waking at Christmas morning with a nuclear family and spending the day as we do with our girls. We decided long ago once we had children we would stay home on Christmas. Anyone who wants to come over is more than welcome to, and generally his parents and my mom and Tim come over for dinner, as well as Brian and Sarah when they can. Most of my memories were going from place to place. While I had fun at all these places when you are a young one it makes for a long day when all you really want to do is play with your new toys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't begrudge my parents, all things happen for a reason and their choices have actually expanded my family and given me, and my girls, many family members I wouldn't have otherwise. But I do have a lot of pride in the things Brad and I have done and the way we have done them in. We have worked hard together, to be independent productive members of society. I hope that we will be a good example for our girls and continue to provide a stable, healthy and consistent home that will aide in their life successes and encourage them to make good choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brad. Yes, I sort of included him in the above. However, I have to say he has taken some risks this year and I really think they will payoff for him. He always has us, his family, first and I see that time and time again with all he does for us. For he is truly one that shows through actions. I am not a trusting person, in fact their are very, very, very few people I completely trust. If someone has proven to not be trustworthy the likelihood of me ever trusting them again is less than 1%. He has never given me a reason to not trust him. I may not always agree with his thoughts, but I do trust he always has our best interests at heart He is truly the rock of our family. I use him as my gauge for many things. His loyalty is admirable and his integrity is respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our children. They've had a big year, transitioning into pre-school and Kindergarten, and have done so well on their newest adventures. Their teachers have all had wonderful things to say about them and we couldn't be more proud of how well-adjusted they are and how they love going to school and learning new things. I feel blessed that Brad and I have been able to provide them with a solid education foundation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people may think it's odd, given my background as a trained educator that we would make the sacrifices we have to send our girls to the preschool we have, however I think there's something to be said about a classroom experience, learning in an environment from other teachers. Not only are they learning the academics but doing so in an environment that includes distractions, where children have to be able to learn together and independently. Kaylee has, and Ainsley is, learning and being challenged both with environment and academics. I have seen how ahead of the game Kaylee is this year and that's so important to me because I don't want my children to have the challenges I did and/or lack the confidence. This also allows us to do lots of fun play things at home because I don't feel I have to drill the educational things into them. We can do reinforcing activities that are more fun/game related, or we can just play play-dough and Barbies:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With accomplishments should come goals. We aren't perfect and we should try to be better people, as well as realize we are all a work in progress. In the days after Brad and my conversation I was having one of those inner explorations. Not so much reflecting on what I failed to do in 2010 but what, in myself, did I want to improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not "improve" but what I want to do is just focus more on the positives. I am really a cynical person for the most part. I tend to over analyze things and have my feelings hurt very easily. Ahhhh...such a senistive soul. I don't trust easily, it takes a lot to trust someone and once it's broken it's gone.  I use humor, sarcasm and a laid back exterior to hide my anxiety and sensitivity from the world. What I've realized is I need to focus on the positives in my life and let go of things I carry within me that can get me down. What's done is done, to let things eat away at you is not constructive. The most positive things in my life are those I'm most proud of. They are what make me feel at peace, safe and secure; maybe that's why many a day I would be happy just staying at home:) The bottom line is that I'm so blessed to have the people under my roof and as long as they are here everything else is gravy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2011 brings peace, love, laughter and joy to all of you! I hope that there are positives that are lights in the tunnel of your dark days, and the brighter they become the less tunnels there will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3803390651819841716?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3803390651819841716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3803390651819841716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3803390651819841716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3803390651819841716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6150304260350899090</id><published>2011-01-02T16:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:43:50.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Montage</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas with many wonderful Christmas celebrations! We had our traditional gatherings this year: Duffy Family Christmas, Cookie baking Christmas at my Mom's, Christmas Eve at my Dad's and Christmas Day at our house with Brad's parents, sister, my Mom and Tim and Brian and Sarah. We also had some new celbrations this year with Kaylee's school program and their Deck The Halls celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of these celebrations comes many photos. So to try to put all of those in the post without the massive list of photos I thought I would try to compile them all in a slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a49774d446b324d6a493d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a49774d446b324d6a493d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows.html" target="_blank"&gt;free slideshow design&lt;/a&gt; personalized with Smilebox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6150304260350899090?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6150304260350899090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6150304260350899090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6150304260350899090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6150304260350899090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-montage.html' title='Christmas Montage'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1384052690509710657</id><published>2010-12-20T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:10:11.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Could Imagine</title><content type='html'>This time of year I have Christmas music on 99% of the time. Between stations that only play it to my CD case that only hold Christmas CD's I am getting my fill. One of my most favorite CD's is the soundtrack for The Preacher's Wife, also one of my most favorite movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song from that movie that I love is "Who Could Imagine?". When I was putting some of my favorite Christmas songs on my playlist for this blog I tried to put that one on, however, I could only find 30 second versions on the site. That wouldn't do, but it still deserved a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see to me it's a song about hope, about seeing the obvious but realizing the big picture. For realizing that He is in control. Who could imagine how blessed I would be? Who could imagine I would marry my high school sweetheart and best friend and have 2 beautiful girls? He could and He provided me with those blessings. This time of year we are forever reflecting on our blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my girls were babies I used to sing it to them before bed, while I rocked them. In the last line I would insert their name, Who would imagine...Kaylee (or Ainsley).&lt;br /&gt;Even still to this day there are nights when I'm putting Ainsley to bed and she will ask me to sing her song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never heard it I encourage you to find it and listen. Here is what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommies and daddys always believe &lt;br /&gt;That their little angels are special indeed &lt;br /&gt;And you could grow up to be anything &lt;br /&gt;But who would imagine a king &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shepherd or teacher is what you could be &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a fisherman out on the sea &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a carpenter building things &lt;br /&gt;But who would imagine a king &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so clear when the wise men arrived &lt;br /&gt;And the angels were singing your name &lt;br /&gt;That the world would be different cuz you were alive &lt;br /&gt;That's what heaven stood to proclaim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an angel said quietly &lt;br /&gt;That soon he would bring something special to me &lt;br /&gt;And of all those wonderful gifts he bring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would imagine, who could imagine &lt;br /&gt;Who would imagine a king (or insert child's name:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's a Christmas song it's one we obviously like to sing year round. Often it's a reminder of things we should realize year round too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1384052690509710657?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1384052690509710657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1384052690509710657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1384052690509710657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1384052690509710657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-could-imagine.html' title='Who Could Imagine'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3011524541813717807</id><published>2010-12-11T10:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:29:02.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Belle</title><content type='html'>Warning: This is a long story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TQOze_VV49I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/37RSzgUqMz4/s1600/belle%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TQOze_VV49I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/37RSzgUqMz4/s400/belle%2B058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549476510828979154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know we recently got a new puppy. Brad and I started talking over the summer about getting another dog. Abby will be 10 in February and we thought it would be nice to have some overlapping time with the dogs. We got Abby in the spring and figured that would be about the time we would get the new one. Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom knows a lady from work who breeds labs. They have 2 females and 1 male they use to breed. They just happen to have 2 litters back-to-back. First litter available 11/26 and the other 12/3. We had some discussions on if we wanted to act now or wait until next fall when the breeder anticipated their next litter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to get one now. We didn't tell the girls anything about it. My mom came to stay with the girls, I picked Brad up from work and we were on our way. Picked her up and brought her home. Walked in, set the cage down and the girls realized we were adding to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were super excited!!! Ainsley was especially happy for Abby because now she could be a twin since the new puppy was just like her. Later that night Belle got sick and threw up all her food. We assumed that it was a combination of eating too much, the car ride, excitement, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning she ate with no problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I came home from work, was trying to hold her and put her leasch on her to take her outside. I couldn't get it on her while holding her so I put her down. She layed on her side, her back was stiff, she was non-responsive and there was drool coming out of her mouth. I picked her back up and talked to her, put her back down and she was still having trouble standing so I picked her up again. I kept petting and talking to her and finally she seem to snap out of what had happened, went out and pottied right away and seem to be fine. I called the vet because whatever had happened wasn't something that seemed normal. The vet's office said to bring her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the vet and he checked her out and said she looked great. Took her back to check her blood sugar because he said if it was low that could cause that and he also wanted to get a stool sample. He brought her back in and said blood sugar was normal, temp was normal but while getting a stool sample she had another seizure, a Grand Mal, which is a full-blown seizure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to tell me all of the possibilities and testing that would need to be done to find answers. I was having an out of body experience. I couldn't believe this was going on. We hadn't even had this little one 24 hours and here I am in the vets with options that aren't great and 2 little girls who are growing more and more upset while asking if we are going to have to take her back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Brad at work and we decided we would get in touch with the breeder, explain the situation and take her back. I told the vet our plan. I felt horrible. I told the vet I don't want anything bad to happen to this puppy but I can't justify all these medical costs, for a puppy, that we just got, especially with the girls and this poor puppy having seizures. The vet completely understood and felt our choice was the correct choice. He wrote a report up for me so we could give it to the breeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Brad got a hold of the breeder who was mortified. She felt bad for us, the dog, the whole situation. She told Brad she had another female from the other litter that she would swap us or just give us our money back. So Brad went and met her last night and swapped the dogs. The breeder had been in contact with her vet and they were going to work together to find the answers. The breeder said it wasn't anything we should have to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad brought the new Belle home, yes we are keeping the same name. I keep thinking about the first one and am anxious to hear from the breeder on Monday to see if they have found anything out. I felt horrible even though I know the breeder and her vet will do all they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's our LONG story about Belle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short story is we have added a new addition to our family. Brad told me since I can't physically have anymore children I could still have a baby by getting a new puppy every 10 years. I'll take that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are loving her and Kaylee is always reminding us to give extra love to Abby, which we are. Abby is doing great with Belle. I knew she would because she is the sweetest most gentle dog I have ever known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know have 2 fur babies 9 1/2 years and 8 weeks, and 2 people kiddos that are 5 and 3. I guess we just like to keep our house a little on the crazy side:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3011524541813717807?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3011524541813717807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3011524541813717807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3011524541813717807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3011524541813717807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-of-belle.html' title='The Story of Belle'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TQOze_VV49I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/37RSzgUqMz4/s72-c/belle%2B058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1923148939915208837</id><published>2010-12-08T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:50:02.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday (almost)</title><content type='html'>We made gingerbread houses and the girls wanted to try it out. So we started with the roof and behold we now found that Dora now lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TQBDrkkUKWI/AAAAAAAAB-I/KhcSYdl4TJs/s1600/dec2010%2B175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TQBDrkkUKWI/AAAAAAAAB-I/KhcSYdl4TJs/s400/dec2010%2B175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548509156749879650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1923148939915208837?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1923148939915208837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1923148939915208837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1923148939915208837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1923148939915208837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/12/wordless-wednesday-almost.html' title='Wordless Wednesday (almost)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TQBDrkkUKWI/AAAAAAAAB-I/KhcSYdl4TJs/s72-c/dec2010%2B175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-27025144330993594</id><published>2010-12-05T10:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:18:35.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow! Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>Here we are in the first weekend of December covered in snow! The girls could not be more excited!!! Before I knew it they were outside, no coats, hats, gloves, boots with the door left wide opened marveling at the marshmallowy look of our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led them back inside, closed the door and agreed to get their snow gear out if they would go and get dressed, yes they were in their pajamas. They went to get dressed while I pulled out snow pants, boots, hats, scarves and gloves from the closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got them dressed and out they went. Brad was out putting the exterior decorations up so he was really excited for the help:) Thankfully Abby loves the snow so she kept the girls occupied by sitting pretty so they would throw snowballs for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was a repeat of Saturday, minus the initial run outside in only pajamas. Ainsley had a little difficulty on Saturday trying to walk through the freshly fallen snow. She looked more like a penguin and occasionally lost a boot. Sunday there were some "trails" put in the yard from Daddy and the walking from front to back of the house that helped her move around a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley lost a boot! When you aren't much taller than the snow, you don't weigh much and you are carrying around lots of extra weight with all your equipment it can make it a little more challenging to maneuver yourself in new fallen snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvHI1V8eUI/AAAAAAAAB90/ARxeUy6O_oY/s1600/dec2010%2B187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvHI1V8eUI/AAAAAAAAB90/ARxeUy6O_oY/s400/dec2010%2B187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547246320608901442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and Ainsley hanging out. Ainsley was having some difficulty with her hat staying on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvHIjixOHI/AAAAAAAAB9s/UxsNdu4-XlE/s1600/dec2010%2B184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvHIjixOHI/AAAAAAAAB9s/UxsNdu4-XlE/s400/dec2010%2B184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547246315830851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee sitting in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvHIdnNv4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/wekJyUUSrIY/s1600/dec2010%2B183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvHIdnNv4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/wekJyUUSrIY/s400/dec2010%2B183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547246314238885762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing snowballs for Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFvatTVBI/AAAAAAAAB9c/7jEee4wY8PY/s1600/dec2010%2B156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFvatTVBI/AAAAAAAAB9c/7jEee4wY8PY/s400/dec2010%2B156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547244784450753554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFu3vkpfI/AAAAAAAAB9U/mbIwU2j3pLY/s1600/dec2010%2B155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFu3vkpfI/AAAAAAAAB9U/mbIwU2j3pLY/s400/dec2010%2B155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547244775065036274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley decided to wear her safety goggles to keep the snow out of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFum_IKrI/AAAAAAAAB9M/qAZJZFF6i1Q/s1600/dec2010%2B153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFum_IKrI/AAAAAAAAB9M/qAZJZFF6i1Q/s400/dec2010%2B153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547244770566875826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley without her safety goggles on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFuKgUD0I/AAAAAAAAB88/-Hy0aec0U_g/s1600/dec2010%2B151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvFuKgUD0I/AAAAAAAAB88/-Hy0aec0U_g/s400/dec2010%2B151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547244762921439042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I seem to remember many a year where it's almost Christmas and I am wondering if the first snowfall will beat Christmas, this year that is not the case as the winter wonderland has arrived well before Christmas day. Will it stick around or melt away? Only time will tell. While it's here the girls are definitely enjoying it!! Abby is too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-27025144330993594?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/27025144330993594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=27025144330993594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/27025144330993594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/27025144330993594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow! Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPvHI1V8eUI/AAAAAAAAB90/ARxeUy6O_oY/s72-c/dec2010%2B187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5639601144636323707</id><published>2010-12-04T19:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:31:45.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPr3f2rZz3I/AAAAAAAAB80/H6Bn1HQCIA0/s1600/busing-209b-w.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPr3f2rZz3I/AAAAAAAAB80/H6Bn1HQCIA0/s400/busing-209b-w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547018017685753714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before Thanksgiving Kaylee brought home her first report card. I was very excited to see it! Kaylee loves school and learning seems to come easy for her. Maybe it's because she wants to know everything about everything, maybe it's because she takes pride in it or a little of both, either way it's exciting for me to see how her work is paying off. Plus this was her very first Kindergarten report card, it's worthy of a little excitement, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our district the Kindergarten grading system is a +, /, or - and a 3, 2, or 1 type system. 3's and +'s are the best, meaning consistently showing mastering of skills, 2's and /'s are showing developmentally appropriate, or sometimes shows mastering of skill, and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee received 3's in everything, except P.E. where she earned a 2, with a comment that she is always willing to participate. I got a little chuckle out of this as Kaylee's coordination has not always been her greatest strength:) But I have seen much improvement. As she has gotten older she's grown into her body a little better as she's always been tall for her age. Being tall comes with big feet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She received +'s in everything with the exception of neat handwriting in which she got a /. At her parent teacher conference her teacher told us that some kids are good with a box of 24 crayons, but Kaylee needs the 64 box. She is always wanting to be challenged and to move on to bigger things. Needless to say taking time to write her name is not a top priority. I also think it's because she gets frustrated if she can't do things perfectly. So rushing through her name is a way to deal with that frustration. She doesn't allow herself to focus on it enough to warrant the not perfect realization and therefore become frustrated. This is usually saved for when she has to write 5'S during homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues to read more and more. Most books she is up to the Level 2 in. Her teacher told us at conferences her reading was at the end of year range for Kindergarten, so we knew she was ahead of the game. She loves to read so she gets lots of practice:)! She also loves Science and is staying ahead of the game in Math as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not be more proud of her. Her teacher had wonderful things to say about her during her conference and on her report card! She is loving school and we are loving watching her grow and learn everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Kaylee McKenna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-5639601144636323707?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5639601144636323707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5639601144636323707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5639601144636323707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5639601144636323707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/12/superstar.html' title='Superstar!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TPr3f2rZz3I/AAAAAAAAB80/H6Bn1HQCIA0/s72-c/busing-209b-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5277903316179621382</id><published>2010-11-26T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:38:10.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's of Being Thankful!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again when we reflect on what we are thankful for. Each year it seems to me that we realize something new and maybe even have a better understanding of why we are thankful. Definitely a bonus if you ask me. We did our ABC's of being thankful and here's what our family came up with,they all have more than one, and if you know us well you will know which ones were group answers and which were individual, and if you know us REALLY well you will know which individual that answer belongs too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Ainsley &amp; Abby&lt;br /&gt;B: Bradley, Brian, Brandon, Band-aides, Board Games, Books and Barbies&lt;br /&gt;C: Cousins, Chocolate, Christmas Music, Clothes, Colors, Cookies and Caring&lt;br /&gt;D: Dr. Rosa, Dora, Doll and Dancing&lt;br /&gt;E: Earth and Easy Mac&lt;br /&gt;F: Family, Friday Pizza nights, Friends, Freedom and Food&lt;br /&gt;G: God, Grandparents who go by Grandma/Grandpa and who go by Mee-Maw and Paw-Paw and Giving&lt;br /&gt;H: Hugs, Hot Chocolate, Health, House and Helping Hands&lt;br /&gt;I: Ice-Cream, I-Tunes, I-Carly, Internet and Icing&lt;br /&gt;J: Jesus, Jumping, Jump Spot and Juice&lt;br /&gt;K: Kaylee, Kisses, Kindness, Kristin, Katie and Kool-aid &lt;br /&gt;M: Montessori, Miracles, Movies and Music&lt;br /&gt;N: Numbers, Night-Night and November&lt;br /&gt;O: Oranges, Ovens, Outlet Malls and Oceans&lt;br /&gt;P: Pizza, Playtime, Ponies (as in My Little), Parents and Peace&lt;br /&gt;Q: Quilts and Quiet&lt;br /&gt;R: Rain, Rainbows, Running and Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;S: School, Siblings, Sarah, Sunshine, Shows, Shopping, Santa, Snow and St. Jude&lt;br /&gt;T: Teachers, Turkey, Toilet Paper, Time, Toys and Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;U: Umbrellas and Underwear&lt;br /&gt;V: Violets, Valentines, Veggie Tales and Vacations &lt;br /&gt;W: Water, Watermelon and Waves in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;X: X-amples and Xerox machines&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yo-Yo's, Yellow and Yo Gabba-Gabba&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zoos and Zooming on the 4-Wheeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! What did you give thanks for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-5277903316179621382?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5277903316179621382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5277903316179621382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5277903316179621382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5277903316179621382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/11/abcs-of-being-thankful.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of Being Thankful!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-4204989094360410964</id><published>2010-11-13T15:11:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:57:55.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was Brian and Sarah's big day! We were all very excited to celebrate with the happy couple. Although Brian and Sarah have been together for quite sometime it was a little surreal to me that my little brother was getting married. How is that possible isn't he like 8? Apparently not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were especially excited to be flower girls! We had the rehearsal on Friday and they all did a great job. Saturday was a long day. Ainsley was disappointed that we had to go to the church "again" and we weren't just going to the big party. I explained that we had to go to the church again because Saturday was the real deal, the day before had just been for practice, but the big party would definitely happen after the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley was a little teary eyed coming down the aisle but I think it was a little overwhelming for her, and the organs were a little loud. However the all made it down the aisle and posed for all the needed photos. I would say for two 3 year olds and one 5 year old they did fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the church we headed to get some photos at the reception site and then the bridal party headed to Miller Park on the party bus for some more photos and after a couple stops on the way back we made it to the reception. There was much dancing by everyone and lots of fun! What a great day! Thanks Brian and Sarah for letting us share your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah giving the flower girls their bracelets after the rehearsal at the church was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8UpommB7I/AAAAAAAAB78/7zDX2RJAvKg/s1600/november%2B2010%2B292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8UpommB7I/AAAAAAAAB78/7zDX2RJAvKg/s400/november%2B2010%2B292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539168772195485618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee opening her bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8Up9ToMfI/AAAAAAAAB8E/Xz83FuaX_j8/s1600/november%2B2010%2B293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8Up9ToMfI/AAAAAAAAB8E/Xz83FuaX_j8/s400/november%2B2010%2B293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539168777753080306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaids with Sarah at the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8P3VCWwNI/AAAAAAAAB68/f1BvWdVVJas/s1600/november%2B2010%2B294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8P3VCWwNI/AAAAAAAAB68/f1BvWdVVJas/s400/november%2B2010%2B294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539163509903245522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom with her siblings, and their wives, also known as the Riker Clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8P2WafsxI/AAAAAAAAB6k/9o8Xz52ETgI/s1600/november%2B2010%2B297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8P2WafsxI/AAAAAAAAB6k/9o8Xz52ETgI/s400/november%2B2010%2B297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539163493093061394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, A.K.A. Little Orphan Annie, getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8P1r7cDyI/AAAAAAAAB6c/TFbPkBvgK90/s1600/november%2B2010%2B301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8P1r7cDyI/AAAAAAAAB6c/TFbPkBvgK90/s400/november%2B2010%2B301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539163481688510242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower girls spending some time playing My Little Ponies before they had to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8Htc6220I/AAAAAAAAB58/hI6voriEvdw/s1600/november%2B2010%2B305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8Htc6220I/AAAAAAAAB58/hI6voriEvdw/s400/november%2B2010%2B305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539154544127564610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping busy coloring while waiting for the ceremony to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8Hswgrq_I/AAAAAAAAB5s/KEQIm5DJHSI/s1600/november%2B2010%2B319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8Hswgrq_I/AAAAAAAAB5s/KEQIm5DJHSI/s400/november%2B2010%2B319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539154532206619634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8TphWPmYI/AAAAAAAAB70/e2EIwSvwcCw/s1600/73948_709751056407_37600130_38208326_336802_n.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8TphWPmYI/AAAAAAAAB70/e2EIwSvwcCw/s400/73948_709751056407_37600130_38208326_336802_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539167670736230786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flower Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8TpYYPo2I/AAAAAAAAB7s/ws2e3Vc3b70/s1600/75797_709751186147_37600130_38208330_289538_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8TpYYPo2I/AAAAAAAAB7s/ws2e3Vc3b70/s400/75797_709751186147_37600130_38208330_289538_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539167668328702818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &amp; Mrs.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8SLn29RYI/AAAAAAAAB7k/NocWOGYhFoU/s1600/74312_709752069377_37600130_38208361_5835704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8SLn29RYI/AAAAAAAAB7k/NocWOGYhFoU/s400/74312_709752069377_37600130_38208361_5835704_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539166057576351106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8SKwoLgkI/AAAAAAAAB7U/f1xESOtG9BA/s1600/76236_709752403707_37600130_38208370_6211277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8SKwoLgkI/AAAAAAAAB7U/f1xESOtG9BA/s400/76236_709752403707_37600130_38208370_6211277_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539166042750419522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I at the church shortly after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8NptX3qqI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Jm_LNUqs8Oo/s1600/Steph%2Band%2Bgirls%2BWedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8NptX3qqI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Jm_LNUqs8Oo/s400/Steph%2Band%2Bgirls%2BWedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539161076894509730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad carrying me into the reception as we were being introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8SJ2b0oNI/AAAAAAAAB7E/I-JVOj3jCbA/s1600/148703_709752877757_37600130_38208389_3379055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8SJ2b0oNI/AAAAAAAAB7E/I-JVOj3jCbA/s400/148703_709752877757_37600130_38208389_3379055_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539166027129331922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad, Brad's Dad, Mom and sister Kristin at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8NqIXzE2I/AAAAAAAAB6U/Q4ZV9BwtA_s/s1600/Bentley%2BBusing%2BFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8NqIXzE2I/AAAAAAAAB6U/Q4ZV9BwtA_s/s400/Bentley%2BBusing%2BFamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539161084141966178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other little brother, Brandon, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8HsT2cAeI/AAAAAAAAB5k/0IRno50zkXI/s1600/74290_713252718975_30401414_38880607_3244633_n.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8HsT2cAeI/AAAAAAAAB5k/0IRno50zkXI/s400/74290_713252718975_30401414_38880607_3244633_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539154524513239522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's girlfriend, Nichole, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E7BKsDzI/AAAAAAAAB5c/4eBvuVahhs8/s1600/73629_713252748915_30401414_38880608_5384164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E7BKsDzI/AAAAAAAAB5c/4eBvuVahhs8/s400/73629_713252748915_30401414_38880608_5384164_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539151478661058354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon dancing with Sarah during the dollar dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E6zQ2dYI/AAAAAAAAB5U/1oy9q0w111k/s1600/148861_713252554305_30401414_38880601_2223446_n.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E6zQ2dYI/AAAAAAAAB5U/1oy9q0w111k/s400/148861_713252554305_30401414_38880601_2223446_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539151474928809346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and Uncle Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E6hwdnzI/AAAAAAAAB5M/zR2mfWXTqb4/s1600/149942_713252294825_30401414_38880597_1984428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E6hwdnzI/AAAAAAAAB5M/zR2mfWXTqb4/s400/149942_713252294825_30401414_38880597_1984428_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539151470229561138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad, I and the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E6mfeDVI/AAAAAAAAB5E/yWC70oQ5xbY/s1600/20101106_193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8E6mfeDVI/AAAAAAAAB5E/yWC70oQ5xbY/s400/20101106_193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539151471500463442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Nichole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EFeEJjeI/AAAAAAAAB48/2_5_1Rcl13M/s1600/74386_713252579255_30401414_38880602_4200728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EFeEJjeI/AAAAAAAAB48/2_5_1Rcl13M/s400/74386_713252579255_30401414_38880602_4200728_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539150558705323490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley busting a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EE2GJw1I/AAAAAAAAB40/RjdwSidAelY/s1600/Ainsley%2Bdancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EE2GJw1I/AAAAAAAAB40/RjdwSidAelY/s400/Ainsley%2Bdancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539150547976307538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee doing some twirling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EEfxTGaI/AAAAAAAAB4s/y9S2SXcv9Tk/s1600/Kaylee%2BTwirling.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EEfxTGaI/AAAAAAAAB4s/y9S2SXcv9Tk/s400/Kaylee%2BTwirling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539150541983259042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the Cha-Cha Slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EDdYziGI/AAAAAAAAB4c/VBTYcnoqcP0/s1600/Dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EDdYziGI/AAAAAAAAB4c/VBTYcnoqcP0/s400/Dancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539150524163786850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How low can you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EEBjxp8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/40K5z07XqRM/s1600/Dancing%2Blow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8EEBjxp8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/40K5z07XqRM/s400/Dancing%2Blow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539150533873477570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-4204989094360410964?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/4204989094360410964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=4204989094360410964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4204989094360410964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4204989094360410964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN8UpommB7I/AAAAAAAAB78/7zDX2RJAvKg/s72-c/november%2B2010%2B292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1605059210015871930</id><published>2010-11-13T11:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:10:40.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>We had a super fun Halloween this year. Much better than last years, since I was able to be a part of it. We had Ainsley and Kaylee's respective schools parades that day. Saturday was a fun-filled day at Brad's parents with carving jack-o-lanterns, making taffy apples and pumpkin pops, and Sunday we visited Mee-Maw and Paw-Paw for some trick-or-treating and then up to Grandpa and Grandma Duffy's for more trick-or-treating and a wiener roast. It was a little chilly but the sun was out and their was little wind so it really wasn't that bad. Here are some photos of our fun Halloween weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NQbNBr7I/AAAAAAAAB30/Zq-SelnJ6iM/s1600/Ainsley%2BHalloween%2BParade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NQbNBr7I/AAAAAAAAB30/Zq-SelnJ6iM/s400/Ainsley%2BHalloween%2BParade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090273776283570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NQh2fUuI/AAAAAAAAB38/SVWHNI2mvXk/s1600/Kaylee%2BHalloween%2BParade.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NQh2fUuI/AAAAAAAAB38/SVWHNI2mvXk/s400/Kaylee%2BHalloween%2BParade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090275560805090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NQ2xov4I/AAAAAAAAB4E/pHx62EcpASM/s1600/Halloween2010%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NQ2xov4I/AAAAAAAAB4E/pHx62EcpASM/s400/Halloween2010%2B070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090281177595778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NRL18CTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/NBB7gUaYC78/s1600/Fall2010%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NRL18CTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/NBB7gUaYC78/s400/Fall2010%2B091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090286832781618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NRlA6uqI/AAAAAAAAB4U/3hEmNEnOREQ/s1600/Fall2010%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NRlA6uqI/AAAAAAAAB4U/3hEmNEnOREQ/s400/Fall2010%2B118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090293589719714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a Sooktacular Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1605059210015871930?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1605059210015871930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1605059210015871930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1605059210015871930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1605059210015871930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TN7NQbNBr7I/AAAAAAAAB30/Zq-SelnJ6iM/s72-c/Ainsley%2BHalloween%2BParade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6722493544687476008</id><published>2010-10-26T07:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:08:45.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>On Sunday the girls and I headed over to my Mama's to get generation photos done. My Mom has been wanting to do these for awhile. We found a great photographer by the name of Laura Elliott. She took one of my cousin's senior photos this year (Ironically after taking our photos Sunday she went in and took my cousin's family photos that afternoon). She is a stay-at-home mom who does photography on the side. I have to say she is SO reasonable and does great work. You can check out her site and blog at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.lauraelliottphotography.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We were a little worried the outdoor photos weren't going to be because of the rain, but by 8:30 that morning the sun came out and it was a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while on Facebook I saw some of the photos pop up in an album titled "Sneak Peak". I was so excited. So excited that I wanted to give you all a "sneak peak". I can't wait to see the rest!!! For now here is your sneak peak:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRqbvZjYI/AAAAAAAAB3s/TskABYNFYF0/s1600/busing-319b-w_copy.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRqbvZjYI/AAAAAAAAB3s/TskABYNFYF0/s400/busing-319b-w_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532339719202508162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRqJ3-E1I/AAAAAAAAB3k/n217b9BdCes/s1600/busing-247_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRqJ3-E1I/AAAAAAAAB3k/n217b9BdCes/s400/busing-247_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532339714406617938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRp-8IGCI/AAAAAAAAB3c/L2HVjZQj3RI/s1600/busing-253_copy.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRp-8IGCI/AAAAAAAAB3c/L2HVjZQj3RI/s400/busing-253_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532339711471261730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRS5pVCtI/AAAAAAAAB3U/rWbZgEGP0cg/s1600/busing-225_copy.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRS5pVCtI/AAAAAAAAB3U/rWbZgEGP0cg/s400/busing-225_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532339314913250002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRSjVpbbI/AAAAAAAAB3M/q2HovqYJkwE/s1600/busing-178_copy.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRSjVpbbI/AAAAAAAAB3M/q2HovqYJkwE/s400/busing-178_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532339308925119922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRSR3gcnI/AAAAAAAAB3E/58dcFbnoG64/s1600/busing-297_copy.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/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRSR3gcnI/AAAAAAAAB3E/58dcFbnoG64/s400/busing-297_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532339304235299442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6722493544687476008?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6722493544687476008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6722493544687476008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6722493544687476008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6722493544687476008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/10/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TMbRqbvZjYI/AAAAAAAAB3s/TskABYNFYF0/s72-c/busing-319b-w_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7046208045766334792</id><published>2010-10-11T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:01:12.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Brad's birthday was this past Saturday. He is not much of a birthday guy, if he had his way we wouldn't do anything at all for it. Unfortunately for him he does not get his way. At least not 100%. When he got home from hunting Saturday morning the girls gave him his gifts. He got a Wii gun with hunting game and some slimey and stretchy mini-body parts, Ainsley picked those out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that afternoon we had family over for a bonfire. It was a cool 86 degrees so good thing we had a fire:) While we didn't spend much time by the fire we did hang out outside a lot and enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad got lots of help opening his gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpks6m8iI/AAAAAAAAB2o/H4OTXZwgqos/s1600/Fall2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpks6m8iI/AAAAAAAAB2o/H4OTXZwgqos/s400/Fall2010+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526877246966919714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpj2ZYOjI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/FJoAKrAhFCE/s1600/Fall2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpj2ZYOjI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/FJoAKrAhFCE/s400/Fall2010+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526877232332028466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and his girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpjjTdEtI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DaLW82ndOck/s1600/Fall2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpjjTdEtI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DaLW82ndOck/s400/Fall2010+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526877227206906578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley took a photo of the Birthday Boy and Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpkXcfkHI/AAAAAAAAB2g/uOHrpNG55Zg/s1600/Fall2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpkXcfkHI/AAAAAAAAB2g/uOHrpNG55Zg/s400/Fall2010+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526877241203462258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing their "Dad" shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpkOsJa1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/_Cbg7KKNGfk/s1600/Fall2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpkOsJa1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/_Cbg7KKNGfk/s400/Fall2010+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526877238853200722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7046208045766334792?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7046208045766334792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7046208045766334792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7046208045766334792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7046208045766334792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/10/brads-birthday.html' title='Brad&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TLNpks6m8iI/AAAAAAAAB2o/H4OTXZwgqos/s72-c/Fall2010+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7837625912139985753</id><published>2010-10-04T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:05:45.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Shower</title><content type='html'>As Brian and Sarah's wedding is quickly approaching we celebrated with Sarah this past weekend by throwing her a shower. We held it at my mom's house and hosted Sarah and her mom and grandma's and some of our friends and family. We opted for a Sunday afternoon shower and featured desserts. I nervously made the cake. I always make my girls' birthday cakes and enjoy doing so, however this was my first time with fondant and I felt a more high pressure situation. Sarah seemed to like it so I guess I will consider that a success! Everyone seem to enjoy the shower and it put us one step closer to the big day this November! We are all super excited to be a part of their big day and welcome Sarah into our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFxafirLI/AAAAAAAAB10/nYFS5KWjkkY/s1600/Sarah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFxafirLI/AAAAAAAAB10/nYFS5KWjkkY/s400/Sarah+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524163870662503602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFxDlc2gI/AAAAAAAAB1s/yraz-jBiltI/s1600/sarah+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFxDlc2gI/AAAAAAAAB1s/yraz-jBiltI/s400/sarah+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524163864513272322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFw3ugHCI/AAAAAAAAB1k/6k3SWhrL--E/s1600/sarah+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFw3ugHCI/AAAAAAAAB1k/6k3SWhrL--E/s400/sarah+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524163861330009122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFwggL2nI/AAAAAAAAB1c/GvnIw9VyMmc/s1600/sarah+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFwggL2nI/AAAAAAAAB1c/GvnIw9VyMmc/s400/sarah+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524163855095945842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFwjO3SeI/AAAAAAAAB1U/7XmrjxbIfLk/s1600/sarah+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFwjO3SeI/AAAAAAAAB1U/7XmrjxbIfLk/s400/sarah+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524163855828601314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7837625912139985753?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7837625912139985753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7837625912139985753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7837625912139985753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7837625912139985753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/09/sarahs-shower.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Shower'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TKnFxafirLI/AAAAAAAAB10/nYFS5KWjkkY/s72-c/Sarah+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1293156435344360114</id><published>2010-10-02T14:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:07:53.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am learning in Kindergarten...</title><content type='html'>We are a little over a month into Kindergarten and I am definitely learning a lot! Here is what I have learned so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's OK to give up that little piece of control, because sending your child to school is a positive thing.&lt;br /&gt;*Even after the first day has passed it doesn't mean you still won't get teary eyed when you think about your baby in school or when you see commercials about school supplies. This still happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;*The plethora of birthday parties continues in Kindergarten, as it did in Pre-school, tonight I will be taking Kaylee to her first Kindergarten friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;*My daughter hops off the bus everyday with a huge smile on her face and skips all the way inside. This tells me she loves school.&lt;br /&gt;*Having a Kindergartner like Kaylee means she will now read to me, instead of me to her, or instruct me on when it's my turn to read and when it's my turn listen:)&lt;br /&gt;*Realizing the school has a library in it will be more exciting then learning your going to Disney.&lt;br /&gt;*Riding the bus is AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;*Having swings on the playground is also pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;*Everyday expect to see a green paw print. Any other color=EPIC FAIL!! Especially when you are Kaylee.&lt;br /&gt;*Attending PTO meetings is a great way to be involved, taking your husband with you when they will be talking about the budget is a great way to be embarrassed:)&lt;br /&gt;*The preferred lunch is to take your own because your Daddy draws you a picture everyday and sneaks little treats in there like M&amp;M's and Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;*Being a Kindergartner Rules!! To see the first Progress Report with all +'s and "Great Job!" Makes a Mama and a Daddy very proud! It's a great day to be a Bulldog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1293156435344360114?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1293156435344360114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1293156435344360114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1293156435344360114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1293156435344360114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-am-learning-in-kindergarten.html' title='What I am learning in Kindergarten...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3758727812002460291</id><published>2010-08-24T12:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:51:29.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THQSbM-R6CI/AAAAAAAABy0/12GGWlTXFMo/s1600/school+days+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THQSbM-R6CI/AAAAAAAABy0/12GGWlTXFMo/s400/school+days+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509048502729173026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith~Noun; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Defined as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1.      A: allegiance to duty or a person: Loyalty b(1): fidelity to one’s promises (2): sincerity of intentions&lt;br /&gt;2.      A (1): belief and trust in and loyalty to God (2): belief in the traditional doctrines of a religion b(1): firm belief in something for which there is no proof (2): complete trust&lt;br /&gt;3.      Something that is believed especially with strong conviction; especially: a system of religious beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith&lt;/em&gt; is what I told Brad Monday night I needed to have. &lt;em&gt;Faith&lt;/em&gt; that we have done what we needed to do, as parents, to give our children a strong foundation to stand on as they get older and gain more independence, and we as parents lose a little control. These are some of the things I am realizing as Kaylee heads to Kindergarten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Montessori is a familiar environment for me. Generally any time of the day I can look at my watch and know what they are doing. If I need find out something, have a question, want to check in, whatever I could just text her teachers. Now the game has changed. Now I don't really know what they are doing when I look at my watch, I can guesstimate based on time of day, but it's not the same. I can't just text her teacher. I can call the school or even email her teacher but again, it's not the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I do like Kaylee's teacher. I think she will be a wonderful Kindergarten teacher and a tough act to follow for Kaylee's first grade teacher next year. However I don't know what happens if someone hurt's Kaylee's feelings? If someone leaves her out, picks on her on the bus or doesn't play with her on the playground. I know all of those things will happen eventually. Maybe not in Kindergarten, but eventually they will. Eventually she will have friends that I don't like or think are good influences. Eventually Kaylee will make choices that I don't like. It's part of growing-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;So I have to have &lt;em&gt;Faith&lt;/em&gt; that Brad and I have instilled values in her that will help her in these situations and will help her in the choices she makes. I remember those times when I was a kid and was picked on or just felt alone. I have to have &lt;em&gt;Faith &lt;/em&gt;that in those times she knows she is not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Brad and I don't necessarily see eye to eye on &lt;em&gt;Faith&lt;/em&gt; or it's importance, but for me, while challenging to always have &lt;em&gt;Faith&lt;/em&gt;, it helps. I know there is a plan that was set for her and I have &lt;em&gt;Faith &lt;/em&gt;in that plan. I will continue to have &lt;em&gt;Faith&lt;/em&gt; that Brad and I, as parents, will continue to do our best and giving her the tools she needs to be successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts continued to go through my mind this morning as I watched her get on the bus, for the first time (not only on the bus but in any veichle not driven by a family member), and not riding with any family member. &lt;p&gt;But I had &lt;em&gt;Faith&lt;/em&gt; and will continue to have it a pray for strength and guidance as the journey down these roads continue. God IS good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3758727812002460291?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3758727812002460291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3758727812002460291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3758727812002460291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3758727812002460291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/08/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THQSbM-R6CI/AAAAAAAABy0/12GGWlTXFMo/s72-c/school+days+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-4208039395621177837</id><published>2010-08-24T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:34:49.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More School Days!</title><content type='html'>Today, Ainsley was on her way to Montessori! She was so excited! For the past several weeks she has been saying "My Montessori". I have to say that transitioning from her baby sitter to Montessori was hard. Karen started watching Kaylee when she was 5 1/2 months old and started watching Ainsley when she was 7 weeks old. She has been a part of our family for 5 years! She took such wonderful care of our children and I know we can never fully repay her for that. She was such a blessing to us!! She and Ainsley especially had a close bond. Friday was a hard pick-up, as we knew it would be our last. Needless to say there were many tears shed between Karen and I. However we will definitely stay in touch with her and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley was up and ready to go this morning and ready to head out for her "First Day" photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509027756295369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP_jmfAsYI/AAAAAAAAByE/__mhbbDaW3M/s400/school+days+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                        This is pretty typical of Ainsley. She is very much a "class clown"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP_kPPopmI/AAAAAAAAByM/OUpta1RjRZY/s1600/school+days+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509027767236732514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP_kPPopmI/AAAAAAAAByM/OUpta1RjRZY/s400/school+days+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509027775471303682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP_kt66PAI/AAAAAAAAByU/xcrSRo_BGho/s400/school+days+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Ainsley in front of Montessori, ready to get inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509027780917820082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP_lCNderI/AAAAAAAAByc/aPCaHM-Rn5o/s400/school+days+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Not before a quick picture of her and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509027785137837122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP_lR7l1EI/AAAAAAAAByk/tuRXQfwcnx4/s400/school+days+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teary leaving Montessori. I can remember working there and being pregnant with her, and Kaylee. I remember Kaylee's first day at Montessori like it was yesterday, and here we are with Ainsley. She is very ready for this new journey and I'm excited to watch her. While I have been a teacher at Montessori being a parent of a Montessori student was a different experience. I know Ainsley's Montessori days will be different too because she is different than Kaylee. I am excited she will be in Kaylee's old room with the teacher's Kaylee had. However one of the very fortunate things about Montessori is having worked there and really feeling comfortable with all the teachers as I worked with most of them and we are still friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my new job title as Kindergarten and Preschool Mom has officially taken over. I couldn't be more proud to be called that!&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/2226545326293103324-4208039395621177837?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/4208039395621177837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=4208039395621177837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4208039395621177837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4208039395621177837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-school-days.html' title='More School Days!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP_jmfAsYI/AAAAAAAAByE/__mhbbDaW3M/s72-c/school+days+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3950518363230937773</id><published>2010-08-24T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:14:59.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come...</title><content type='html'>The first day of school got here in a flash! Kaylee has been anxiously awaiting this day since March when we went to preview. I have been trying to avoid this day since May 17th, 2005 when she was born. Don't get me wrong when she was born I would wonder what she would be like at different ages, however the whole actually seeing that has come much to quickly thus far! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been gearing up for this day for some time. Mostly me mentally preparing myself and Brad wondering exactly when the breakdown would take place.  I knew the first day would be a bit easier as it's only an hour and we got to go with her. She picked her outfit out the night before and we were ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was up and ready to go on Monday and we had plenty of time for some photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509022688474830034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP68nYcFNI/AAAAAAAABxk/G5tFxBc63R8/s400/school+days+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley was going to hang out with Paw-Paw while we took Kaylee to school. However she wasn't going to let that stop her from being a part of the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509022692140243794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP681CV21I/AAAAAAAABxs/11-X6QAH-Ss/s400/school+days+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my girls! It's hard to believe that the time as come for these "Firsts". Weren't we just doing first words, first haircut, etc?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509022698952299378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP69Oadk3I/AAAAAAAABx0/qm--1lOYIbs/s400/school+days+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took Kaylee to school and everyone gathered in the gym and Mrs. Jennsen the principal opened the year. We then went into her class and put her supplies away and the kids got to have some free time. Kaylee knew one student prior to school but she quickly made some new friends. Mrs. Lancaster gave us some information and answered questions. I have to say I have heard wonderful things about her. She seems SO laid back and warm. After we were dismissed we told Mrs. Lancaster good-bye and took a quick photo (I think Kaylee was quite annoyed with my photos at this point but she was a good sport about it).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509022704909332514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP69kmusCI/AAAAAAAABx8/dCdM6_9o3zE/s400/school+days+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school we went home and got Ainsley and then went into town. Kaylee picked Steak-n-Shake for lunch. We played at the park and then last night for her special dinner she chose salmon, couscous and salad (this is one of the ways she is most like her Dad), and we had some DQ for dessert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was pumped to go back the today. I'm so excited for her. I know she is going to do great things in this world!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3950518363230937773?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3950518363230937773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3950518363230937773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3950518363230937773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3950518363230937773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP68nYcFNI/AAAAAAAABxk/G5tFxBc63R8/s72-c/school+days+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5627529333486950218</id><published>2010-08-22T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:56:07.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas...</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before the school year and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The children were nestled, all snug in their bed, while visions of school and new friends danced in their heads.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508006683281835266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THBe5VF9xQI/AAAAAAAABw4/owFpw9Fe0Fc/s400/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508006670942952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THBe4nIJWkI/AAAAAAAABwo/QdP3sTwA2ig/s400/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Their school bags were hung by the door with care. Everything was ready to start the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509016684397399570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP1fIc1DhI/AAAAAAAABxM/9Io8PyyGBeA/s400/school+days+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their Daddy was excited for them and for him. As now he had only one weekly fee to pay, rather than the two that for the past 3 years had been given each Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their Mommy was excited but a little sad too. As her two babies were moving on to bigger things. Kindergarten and preschool were their new places, while she saw them now, she remembered their baby faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509019082735662050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP3qu9Os-I/AAAAAAAABxU/xtxzdGg6Io0/s400/232323232%257Ffp58%253Dot%253E2328%253D78%253B%253D92%253C%253DXROQDF%253E23239%253B774%253B%253B%253B7ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509019090293224962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THP3rLHF9gI/AAAAAAAABxc/Z8CqjXwac4Q/s400/232323232%257Ffp35%253A%253Enu%253D3237%253E69%253A%253E83%253B%253EWSNRCG%253D323566%253A244886nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did this day come so quickly? So fast? Where had the time go? How could their infant days be so far in the past? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew they were ready so excited and filled with joy! All the new things they would learn and concepts to explore. The new friends they would make and new stories to tell. Things were sure to go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy knew that it was her who was now taking the baby steps. Slowly letting go, a little more the bigger they would get. The Mommy also knew no matter how big they got they would always be her babies and she would always hold them near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow will come and new adventures will begin. She will shed a few tears after she has said good-bye, but also smile because this is far from the end!&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/2226545326293103324-5627529333486950218?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5627529333486950218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5627529333486950218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5627529333486950218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5627529333486950218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/08/twas.html' title='Twas...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/THBe5VF9xQI/AAAAAAAABw4/owFpw9Fe0Fc/s72-c/Picture+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-991035177777820552</id><published>2010-08-11T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:12:47.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When we work together....</title><content type='html'>What one person does on their own may be small or unnoticed. When a person bans together with 179 others what an impact it can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can cause a fire truck to wait for you and lead you into town with its lights flashing and sirens blaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAzZNvAI/AAAAAAAABwg/D6YuTD1I7eg/s1600/running+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504199202907732994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAzZNvAI/AAAAAAAABwg/D6YuTD1I7eg/s400/running+in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It can cause people to stop and look and even come out with signs, water, fruit and lots of cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAkgOhaI/AAAAAAAABwY/iznnKfG7EN4/s1600/running+in+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504199198910612898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAkgOhaI/AAAAAAAABwY/iznnKfG7EN4/s400/running+in+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can create a place for people to come and rest and replenish energy to continue their quest. A place that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;technically&lt;/span&gt; a strangers home with the exception of the first Saturday in August when this generous woman, and her neighbors, have opened their homes and prepared food for this growing group over the past 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAaGFe5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/2sZara9E-X4/s1600/rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504199196116614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAaGFe5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/2sZara9E-X4/s400/rest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can bring an awareness to children, starting with their parents, of why it is important to help others and what great things can be done when lots of people have the same goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAGa-6xI/AAAAAAAABwI/58TplWoIkj0/s1600/family+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504199190835555090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAGa-6xI/AAAAAAAABwI/58TplWoIkj0/s400/family+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can bring extended family and generations together such as a mom, cousins and second-cousins, to all contribute their time, energy and talents to aide in reaching a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLX_yvF4SI/AAAAAAAABwA/qSZwHJrx9EA/s1600/family+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504199185551188258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLX_yvF4SI/AAAAAAAABwA/qSZwHJrx9EA/s400/family+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we work together we can achieve great things, like running 56 miles and raising $250,000, for the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of the run, for St. Jude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all of you in joined with us in your thoughts, prayers, time and/or donations. You were a big part of this group too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-991035177777820552?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/991035177777820552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=991035177777820552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/991035177777820552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/991035177777820552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-we-work-together.html' title='When we work together....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TGLYAzZNvAI/AAAAAAAABwg/D6YuTD1I7eg/s72-c/running+in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-4346503479533445278</id><published>2010-08-06T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:36:37.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the BIG day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFxvsDeve_I/AAAAAAAABvs/ySKCXYYRjaU/s1600/header_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502395647379078130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFxvsDeve_I/AAAAAAAABvs/ySKCXYYRjaU/s400/header_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been preparing for this since last year's run was over. That's right the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;-Normal to Peoria St. Jude Run. The weather has been so much warmer and humid this summer and has made training much more challenging, at least for me. Brad always seems to have an easier time pushing through. I'm sure it's due to his mental toughness being much greater than mine. Our goal, as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;-Normal Team, this year is to rains $250,000!!! If we achieve this it will be such an amazing gift to give St. Jude. I know from our fund-raising first hand how many incredibly generous people are out there! To those of you that have supported us with your generous donations thank you! Many of you have given every year and it's so appreciated. Each year when we compose our letter and get ready to send it out I think here we go again, but every year you come through! Every little bit we can do makes such a huge difference in a family's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the passion for St. Jude? I say, "Why not?" The things that St. Jude does to help families whose children have had or have cancer are amazing! The St. Jude children are truly inspiring. Each year when we start the build-up for the telethon I'm touched by all of these children and their families. Their strength, faith and courage are unbreakable. I can't even fathom being in their shoes.  Every day I feel blessed to have 2 amazing, and healthy, daughters! I always say St. Jude is the greatest place that you never want to have to check into. In this me,me,me-my,my,my society that has been overtaken by sensationalism journalism, athletes/celebrities,  that are far over paid, and all the "Woe is me...." attitudes it's nice to have some focus on things that are inspiring and important. This cause matters and these kids matter! Thanks to all of you who have supported us with your prayers, kind words/thoughts and donations you are helping us fight childhood cancer and support a place that is able to help these families like no one else can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tune in to WEEK on Saturday and check out the telethon! Will be on sometime Saturday night presenting our check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-4346503479533445278?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/4346503479533445278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=4346503479533445278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4346503479533445278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/4346503479533445278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the BIG day!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFxvsDeve_I/AAAAAAAABvs/ySKCXYYRjaU/s72-c/header_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1495781649602324603</id><published>2010-07-30T08:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:28:13.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats-Just the Stats</title><content type='html'>Introducing: Ainsley Isabella Busing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFLVwydpLVI/AAAAAAAABvQ/OMF2N0OGJvk/s1600/summer2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499693129129340242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFLVwydpLVI/AAAAAAAABvQ/OMF2N0OGJvk/s400/summer2010+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighing in at 30 lbs and stands 36 inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;She may be small in stature but she is mighty in personality!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes: Singing, especially making up her own songs. Dancing when it involves twirling. Jumping off of inappropriate things such as couches and beds. Always looking to get a laugh out of everyone and loves to use the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poopy&lt;/span&gt;" to do so. Loves to explore, play outside and swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes: Green vegetables and not being able to do EVERYTHING her sister does. Not a huge advocate for anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; ideas unless they agree with hers. Staying inside or sitting still. Really dislikes worms and various other friends of nature. Thunder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future plans include, but not limited to: Going to Montessori in August, continuing her classes at Jump Spot and performing as a Flower Girl in her Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weezie's&lt;/span&gt; upcoming wedding this November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing: Kaylee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt; Busing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFLVwfKX26I/AAAAAAAABvI/im92fufGYyU/s1600/summer2010+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499693123948239778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFLVwfKX26I/AAAAAAAABvI/im92fufGYyU/s400/summer2010+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weighing in at 46 lbs and stands 45 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a flare for the dramatics and always wants to lend a helping hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likes: Food, she loves almost any food. If you asked her what her favorite dinner was she would probably say Salmon and couscous. Her love of fish is definitely not something she gets from me. She loves school and learning. She is always reading things to me and writing things by spelling them herself. She is really into writing/mailing letters. She enjoys singing, dancing and performing many of her numbers for us. She loves to look for bugs! Always turning over stones, rocks, sticks and anything she finds on the ground that might have a bug under it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dislikes: Peppers, doesn't matter the color: green, red, yellow or orange. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;admittedly&lt;/span&gt; says that she doesn't like. She doesn't like not getting to be the planner of activities at all times. Loves to help others but doesn't like it reciprocated unless she asks for it. After all she can do everything by herself (so I'm told often). The first day of activities, as this causes her great anxiety, but after that first day she is usually more calm for the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Future plans: Attend Kindergarten at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Towanda&lt;/span&gt;-"It's a great day to be a Bulldog!", start Jump Spot class again, and perform as a Flower Girl in her Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weezie's&lt;/span&gt; upcoming wedding in November.&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/2226545326293103324-1495781649602324603?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1495781649602324603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1495781649602324603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1495781649602324603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1495781649602324603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/07/stats-just-stats.html' title='Stats-Just the Stats'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TFLVwydpLVI/AAAAAAAABvQ/OMF2N0OGJvk/s72-c/summer2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-8293067036822087199</id><published>2010-07-02T09:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:40:21.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>Someday I will get all of my posts published. The Father's Day post, my post over random thoughts, an update on how we have been spending these lazy days of summer, my Stats just the Stats post will make it, and with the upcoming 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July I'm sure there will need to be a post about that. Someday I will....someday! For now I will leave you with a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489318315923979506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TC357LexvPI/AAAAAAAABuc/faa8umWcwBE/s400/101_2523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then enjoy your Holiday! Make it safe and relaxing, maybe enjoy a spot of tea outside on your deck, and most importantly make it fun and post-worthy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-8293067036822087199?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/8293067036822087199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=8293067036822087199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8293067036822087199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8293067036822087199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/07/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TC357LexvPI/AAAAAAAABuc/faa8umWcwBE/s72-c/101_2523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5900851888917119563</id><published>2010-06-17T15:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:20:13.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition</title><content type='html'>I have lots of various posts going that are currently just saved as drafts. Just sitting there, collecting cyber-space dust. They will get finished soon, however I wanted to get this post up and running. We have a new addition to our family. I'm still pretty behind in getting this up but I just got some photos. Can't have a post about a new baby without photos, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had her baby. Baby Jason made his entrance early, I believe the due date was to be June 23rd. Apparently he just couldn't wait and came on June 1st. He is so tiny! He was 6lbs 6oz when he was born, which is really pretty good considering he was early, but you really forget how little these babies are. Ainsley was 6lbs 15oz when she was born, and got down to 6lbs 4 oz, I believe, but when I held this little guy he seemed like the smallest baby ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming early also left him without a name for a day. After much debating they decided to make him a junior. So he his named after his dad. Ainsley asks daily, at various times, what baby Jason is doing. So based on the time of day I try to think what my girls would be doing when they were babies and answer with that. It seems to satisfy her so it must be a good plan. Enough of my wordiness you all know you want to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Jason: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born June 1st, 2010, weighing 6lbs 6oz and 18 1/4 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483836158318373826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TBp_7m8Ca8I/AAAAAAAABto/wHCeUpZycB8/s400/ry%253D400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeyler, my sister's oldest, helping Ainsley hold the baby (nice face Ainsley:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483836168789369730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TBp_8N8hI4I/AAAAAAAABtw/m-MLEdyCgiA/s400/jason2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee holding Baby Jason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483836173446617762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TBp_8fS5GqI/AAAAAAAABt4/UkXncRl7p1I/s400/ry%253D480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to the family Baby Jason! Just remember to keep your feet off the floor and know that we don't waste food on money and you will fit right in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-5900851888917119563?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5900851888917119563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5900851888917119563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5900851888917119563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5900851888917119563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/06/addition.html' title='Addition'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/TBp_7m8Ca8I/AAAAAAAABto/wHCeUpZycB8/s72-c/ry%253D400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7502190265786951090</id><published>2010-05-27T11:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:20:13.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I never did the typical 1st Birthday, invited EVERYONE, party. Many, many, many of my friends and family do this. I think like 95%, but that just wasn't me. Yes, we have always had parties for immediate family and a few close friends, and as the girls have gotten older their parties have been a combined family party for immediate family and Kaylee has had friend parties, where I have included some of my close friends. When Kaylee was going to be turning 1 and I broke the news that I wouldn't be doing the grand-hurrah, while citing my various reasons, I always said I would do something big when she was 5. Well we came upon the big 5 this year. So what did we decide to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple springs ago I took the train up and back to Chicago to visit my sister-n-law, Kristin. When I came back Brad and the girls picked me up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ainsley&lt;/span&gt; wasn't 1 yet, so she doesn't remember, but Kaylee was close to 3, and she has a solid memory, so since then she has often commented about taking the train. Since she was going to be getting an American Girl Doll for her birthday this year it made perfect sense to take the train up to Chicago and visit the American Girl store for her big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day before her birthday, Sunday my mom, Brad, the girls and I went to pick up my mother and father-n-law and headed to the train situation. The girls didn't know where we were going and Kaylee kept desperately asking for some sort of clue. Finally we arrived at the train station and went in and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; clicked. They were so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls in the train station. Ainsley being her usual cooperative self when trying to get a photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475981852741863330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Ye2kqB6I/AAAAAAAABqo/lnTtqnkDAuw/s400/May10+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee outside the train station, waiting for the train to come. She's into posing for photos these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475981861921921970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6YfYxWm7I/AAAAAAAABqw/kOcMMJnK-Lo/s400/May10+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainsley and Grandpa on the lookout for the train. The boys drove the van up and picked us up at Union Station, after getting Aunt Kristin of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475984904432188386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6bQfAU--I/AAAAAAAABsw/7e6PU9sD2ko/s400/May10+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee using her new camera to photograph me photographing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475981867858833330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Yfu40r7I/AAAAAAAABq4/TwazQ8Yrvdo/s400/May10+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee playing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leapster&lt;/span&gt; while sitting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;-Maw and Grandma Ginny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475981875211575938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6YgKR2ooI/AAAAAAAABrA/tgdvhCmbYC4/s400/May10+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainsley liked to stand and look out the window for most of the trip. She enjoyed waving at the people and the birds :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475981881568609378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Ygh9fRGI/AAAAAAAABrI/KIUyhllLW9c/s400/May10+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we got up to Chicago we headed over to Navy Pier. It turned out to be a beautiful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainsley and I on the merry-go-round at Navy Pier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982363970743474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Y8nDHrLI/AAAAAAAABrY/ejPs8g39lkk/s400/May10+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee on the merry-go-round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982368191475586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Y82xa74I/AAAAAAAABrg/7_a2LDnFV48/s400/May10+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family photo at Navy Pier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982374421607314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Y9N-zM5I/AAAAAAAABro/b2B_xPvX9a4/s400/May10+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the merry-go-round we went into one of the buildings. This building had a lot of fountains in it which the girls enjoyed. This had four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; fountains that shot over, making a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;criss&lt;/span&gt;-cross in the air, your head. The girls thought that was pretty neat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982381103230418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Y9m30rdI/AAAAAAAABrw/0nJN6S3A0YE/s400/May10+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982719749054466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6ZRUbR4AI/AAAAAAAABr4/sdlF8PozcJA/s400/May10+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys walked around while the girls went into the Children's Museum. It was a pretty neat place. We could have stayed at the museum the whole day as their was a lot to see and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982725704516866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6ZRqnLBQI/AAAAAAAABsA/ke9tySmYBLY/s400/May10+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This looked like a pirate ship and went from the first floor up to the third. The sign says it is for 5+, however Ainsley went on this thing at least 20 times. I think she would have done this ALL day if she could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982729657405426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6ZR5VnT_I/AAAAAAAABsI/lyIHqs482nw/s400/May10+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had a presentation of Indian culture dances/music the day we were there. We watched a few of the children perform the traditional dances from their culture. Ainsley kept asking when it would be her turn, as she loves to dance. After a few performances we went to the dinosaur room. One of the things you can do in there is dig for bones. They have a big pit with brown, rubber mulch. Kaylee dug for bones, while Ainsley found one that was uncovered, and large, enough to be used as her stage. She decided to do her dancing there, as you could still hear the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475984913533935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6bRA6Wn1I/AAAAAAAABs4/d_VBctOxVy8/s400/May10+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the museum we walked around some more and then went to the hotel. We got a great price at a hotel on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wacker&lt;/span&gt; Drive and it was so close to everything we were doing. We got settled in the hotel and then walked to dinner.  The girls were very pumped about the day and the hotel so it took a bit for them to settle down.  Once they did they were out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next morning everyone was up and went to breakfast.  Then we headed to the American Girl store. The girls still didn't know where we were going on this day. We got to Water Tower Place about 15 minutes before the store opened. Ainsley was excited to ride up and down the escalators while we waited for the store to open. Kaylee realized where we were and was super excited! What else would one want to do on their birthday(this was her actual birthday)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the girls in front of the store waiting for it to open. They were the first kids in the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982732890321922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6ZSFYZtAI/AAAAAAAABsQ/LbLkHaH7nUw/s400/May10+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo from inside. The store is really big and very cute. There's an upstairs with the dining room, hair studio, t-shirt making store, a place where the dolls can get their ears pierced, etc. Kaylee got Kit for her birthday and Ainsley got a Bitty Baby. Kaylee got to pick out 3 three things, one from us, one from my mom and one from Grandpa and Grandma Busing. She chose Kit's dog Grace from us, a tap dance outfit from Brad's parents and Kit's Birthday dress from my mom. Ainsley picked out the Bitty Baby toy set from my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Znmodm_I/AAAAAAAABsg/B85dllSN4Yg/s1600/May10+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475983102593309682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Znmodm_I/AAAAAAAABsg/B85dllSN4Yg/s400/May10+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley in front of the big star with the American Girl statement on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6ZS4Q5TmI/AAAAAAAABsY/nZmCkFuEcSk/s1600/May10+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475982746549046882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6ZS4Q5TmI/AAAAAAAABsY/nZmCkFuEcSk/s400/May10+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for everyone to get rounded up to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475983108715385250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Zn9cFEaI/AAAAAAAABso/lCjGQ5E22aI/s400/May10+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great time and both girls were super excited!!! I thought all in all it was a pretty good 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday surprise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt; 5 is a big one and she is sure to remember this for years to come. She is currently asking to go to Disney when she is 7 and Vegas when she is 10. Not sure about the whole Vegas thing at 10, maybe 21, but when she is 7, Ainsley will be 5 so maybe Disney?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7502190265786951090?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7502190265786951090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7502190265786951090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7502190265786951090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7502190265786951090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_6Ye2kqB6I/AAAAAAAABqo/lnTtqnkDAuw/s72-c/May10+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7407947938526396692</id><published>2010-05-25T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:32:55.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Kaylee!</title><content type='html'>Kaylee turned the big 5 this year. WOW!! A few months ago, on the way home from one of her friend's birthday parties, we were discussing what kind of party she wanted to have this year. We talked about doing nails, making jewelry, sort of a during the day slumber party. Then came the big question" Who do you want to invite?" The first two people listed were boys in her class. Which was no big surprise to me. However it did mean that we might need to tweak our birthday theme and activities. We settled on Pirates and Princesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun planning it. When I was telling Brad all of my fabulously, wonderful ideas in my "aren't I better than Martha Stewart on her best day" tone, he was wondering around and listening. When I finished with my presentation he just looked at me, I anxiously waiting a rave review (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; it was going to be a great party) got "You really like planning these things, don't you?" Well, yes, yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a map to all of Kaylee's friends to show them where the palace was, a.k.a our house (yes, I became braved and had it at our house). We had the bouncy house in the garage, because of the rain, inside we had a pirate hat craft, and princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;magnet&lt;/span&gt; craft, we had a nail polish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; station, I made some pirate and princess cupcakes and then we went on a treasure hunt in the yard for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; treasure (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags). I drew a map and we had clues and different spots to tell us where to go next that ultimately led us to the treasure chest. It was still raining a bit at this point but lightly, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; don't most pirates get wet when they are searching for treasure? Hello, they are on ships! The kids had a great time. See aren't you all excited about the party I had? The downfall was I was so busy moving about the stations and helping kids with crafts I didn't take a lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The birthday girl with her big cupcake, we made some little ones with pirate and princess flags on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255825373724738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_wEKf3KAEI/AAAAAAAABp0/JDE3n-dmNZw/s400/May10+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the Pirates and Princesses awaiting some fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255826329988546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_wEKjbJbcI/AAAAAAAABp8/8jazLUL1CLU/s400/May10+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photos were the Saturday before Kaylee's birthday. Then Sunday we left for the big birthday surprise (that will be featured on the next post) and when we returned on Monday, her actual birthday, she found some more presents awaiting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255836174657746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_wELIGTKNI/AAAAAAAABqE/tH5B58IajmY/s400/May10+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Digging in to see what she got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_wELRLeIBI/AAAAAAAABqM/8KaG82y0zjY/s1600/May10+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255838612267026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_wELRLeIBI/AAAAAAAABqM/8KaG82y0zjY/s400/May10+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday, Kaylee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt;! We hope you enjoyed your special day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;~Mommy and Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7407947938526396692?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7407947938526396692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7407947938526396692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7407947938526396692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7407947938526396692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-kaylee.html' title='Happy Birthday, Kaylee!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_wEKf3KAEI/AAAAAAAABp0/JDE3n-dmNZw/s72-c/May10+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-7827456286796890033</id><published>2010-05-21T12:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:15:20.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Party</title><content type='html'>Saturday, of Mother's Day weekend, was the big family party. It is the weekend that falls directly in between the girls' birthday's so it seems like the best choice. We did a cupcake theme this year. For Christmas we got one of those big cupcake pans and the girls LOVE it! So they each chose what flavor they wanted their cupcake and the frosting flavors. I also made some small cupcakes that were vanilla, since both girls wanted chocolate cupcakes. Some small ones were Dora and some were Scooby, two big names in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a photo Kaylee took of the "cupcake" table. When I was going through my photos I realized this was one of the only ones that were taken of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473775751392484850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCC2nlXfI/AAAAAAAABoc/ZR3ypl8GLIk/s400/May10+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did photo boards for each girl, they were on the bulletin boards I made them for their birthdays. The only flaw was my photos kept falling off throughout the day. O'well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473775757742737554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCDORmiJI/AAAAAAAABok/ZNaegOZy7GA/s400/May10+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before present time. This was the best shot I could get of both of them. Ainsley is mimicking this thing I do with my fingers when I'm trying to get her to look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473775766034692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCDtKjuBI/AAAAAAAABos/dbxeQ9aMTPo/s400/May10+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls got A LOT of wonderful gifts! They are very blessed with such generous grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. One of the things Ainsley got was her American Girl Bitty Baby with the starter kit and a crib for it. Every night we have to put the Bitty, which she's named Baby Marissa (after a baby at her sitters), in her PJ's when we put Ainsley in her jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473775770409611794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCD9dnshI/AAAAAAAABo0/jVU6r3x297w/s400/May10+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee got the American Girl doll Kit and a bed for her. Kit is also one that we know have to dress at the end of the day and the start of the day. It's almost like I have 2 extra kids at times. At least the 2 American Girl dolls don't cry when they have to wait to be changed. Kaylee is very specific that hers is a "dolls" and Ainsley's is a "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473775779347936114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCEewrs3I/AAAAAAAABo8/EBqJ7HsS3c8/s400/May10+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After presents we did our traditional pinata. Brad and Uncle Weezie getting it ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473776160357426402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCaqIbJOI/AAAAAAAABpE/MKEjSUFTS_U/s400/May10+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainsley the "Powerhouse" is up first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473776166006100994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCa_LLFAI/AAAAAAAABpM/T4ADiSFMwcE/s400/May10+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next it was Kaylee's turn to take a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473776168666094370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCbJFXWyI/AAAAAAAABpU/yCt0H9bIymI/s400/May10+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got several turns and finally the pinata broke and the race was on to get all the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473776177512981650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCbqCoJJI/AAAAAAAABpc/GQcrewPElHU/s400/May10+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang Happy Birthday, first to Kaylee then to Ainsley. Kaylee giving a big smile while we were singing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473776179153849346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCbwJ1zAI/AAAAAAAABpk/4I6BeBJ3Quw/s400/May10+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainsley blowing out her candles next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCmntBhUI/AAAAAAAABps/7NgSBhDnlag/s1600/May10+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473776365864060226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCmntBhUI/AAAAAAAABps/7NgSBhDnlag/s400/May10+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They had a great day even in spite of the cool weather and not being able to put the bouncy house up for the party. You can always tell it's been a great day when they go to sleep very quickly after you put them to bed. Thanks to all of our wonderful family for helping make these girls birthdays SO special! XOXO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-7827456286796890033?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/7827456286796890033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=7827456286796890033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7827456286796890033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/7827456286796890033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-party.html' title='Family Party'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_bCC2nlXfI/AAAAAAAABoc/ZR3ypl8GLIk/s72-c/May10+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3520449780434284956</id><published>2010-05-21T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:23:18.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainsley's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Saturday, May 1st was Ainsley's birthday. The night before, after Ainsley went to bed, Kaylee and I wrapped her presents, hung the streamers and blew up the balloons. Kaylee really felt we need to decorate for A's big day. The orange balloons had Dora on them. We love Dora so. The Elmo and Baby Cinderella in the below photo were added by Kaylee as well. These were not new gifts just some accessories Kaylee felt gave it that little something extra.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769852884804338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a8rg9w4vI/AAAAAAAABnU/jnkir7Pg2S0/s400/May10+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course we had to use our window crayons to put a special message on the deck door for Miss A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769859011277874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a8r3ybdDI/AAAAAAAABnc/7bKg4s2Pbl4/s400/May10+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We also put streamers in Ainsley's doorway. When she woke up and opened her door I could see her from my bed and she was a little hesitant to come out until I yelled "Happy Birthday!" We all went downstairs to start the big festivities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769868631523826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a8sboEwfI/AAAAAAAABnk/gEIBcu5BXEc/s400/May10+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                              Kaylee offering her assistance to Ainsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769873319498642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a8stFxk5I/AAAAAAAABns/Au4Hteje8bM/s400/May10+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Trying out Ainsley's new microphone. Ainsley does love to sing and entertain. American Idol watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a8sxkrA7I/AAAAAAAABn0/SlHYIVoxpq0/s1600/May10+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769874522833842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a8sxkrA7I/AAAAAAAABn0/SlHYIVoxpq0/s400/May10+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After presents she wanted to put one of her new dresses on. Then we lit her candles so we could sing "Happy Birthday". Breakfast=Cake, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473770253034164690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a9CzozkdI/AAAAAAAABn8/J1vOPXHk3zo/s400/May10+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brad had the Lake Run that morning and when we returned home, he got cleaned up while the girls and I packed a picnic lunch. Then we headed into town. First stop was the park to eat and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley really enjoyed the red half-sphere that you sit in and you are spun. Personally it makes me sick to even watch it. She LOVES that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473770261814055010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a9DUWGEGI/AAAAAAAABoE/LgdQ_cgTwyU/s400/May10+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Are you dizzy yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473770265489096578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a9DiCSv4I/AAAAAAAABoM/zL2EJt3-bh0/s400/May10+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the park we went to get some flowers to plant and then headed home for rest time. For her birthday dinner she chose spaghetti and garlic bread. It was a beautiful day so we were able to eat outside on the deck that night. Then we had more cake and ice cream. It was a great day and we had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Does this girl look like she enjoys life, or what?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473770276943064770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a9EMtIbsI/AAAAAAAABoU/1_Q-RWoLsCM/s400/May10+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley, we hope you had as much on your birthday as we did!!&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/2226545326293103324-3520449780434284956?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3520449780434284956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3520449780434284956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3520449780434284956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3520449780434284956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/05/ainsleys-birthday.html' title='Ainsley&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_a8rg9w4vI/AAAAAAAABnU/jnkir7Pg2S0/s72-c/May10+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-6429555832618391399</id><published>2010-05-17T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:09:50.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Kaylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_LGDAP1raI/AAAAAAAABmc/7frdn-tzoqQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp58%253Dot%253E2328%253D78%253B%253D92%253C%253DXROQDF%253E23239%253B774%253B%253B%253B7ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472654252116913570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_LGDAP1raI/AAAAAAAABmc/7frdn-tzoqQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp58%253Dot%253E2328%253D78%253B%253D92%253C%253DXROQDF%253E23239%253B774%253B%253B%253B7ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Kaylee McKenna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe how fast 5 years has gone by! While 5 years seems like a short amount of time I can't remember the other part of my life before you were here. Before you made us a "Family". On May 17th, 2005, at 28 years of age, I found my life's purpose, to be a Mommy. Not just any Mommy, but your Mommy. I knew I always wanted to have this title but never knew just how badly until I held you in my arms. You have taught Daddy and I many things. You have taught us the importance of patience and keeping your word. You have a memory of steel that does not let us forget anything! You have taught me that no matter one's age their abilities and determination can make them achieve many great things. You have a determination about you that I admire. Once you set your mind to something you will do it until you have it down. This past year some of those things have included: reading, whistling, addition, subtraction and snapping. Currently you are working on multiplication, riding your bike and blowing bubbles with chewing gum. I hope this quality stays with you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can certainly be sassy and sarcastic at times but just as sweet the rest of the time. You enjoy helping others and take good care of your little sister, even when she is all in your space. Often times you can be quiet and introspective and sometimes your emotions can get the best of you. Deep down you have a sensitive soul. We have very similar souls. We are two peas in a pod you and I and I hope as you continue to grow this will help us and not hinder us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the fall you will be a big Kindergartner and you are so excited! I hope your love of learning will always be a driving force for you. I know you will succeed in whatever you do and I'm so thankful that Daddy and I get to be along for the ride. Thank you Kaylee for all you have given, and shown, to us. We know the best is yet to come! Happy 5th Birthday, K-K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472653674793230866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_LFhZjJYhI/AAAAAAAABmU/3eDFQzzR7fg/s400/0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO~Mommy and Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-6429555832618391399?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/6429555832618391399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=6429555832618391399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6429555832618391399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/6429555832618391399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-kaylee.html' title='Dear Kaylee'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S_LGDAP1raI/AAAAAAAABmc/7frdn-tzoqQ/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp58%253Dot%253E2328%253D78%253B%253D92%253C%253DXROQDF%253E23239%253B774%253B%253B%253B7ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2054205975469362588</id><published>2010-05-03T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:39:21.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Photos</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that May is here and it is that time of year for updated photos! I told Brad this year not to get me anything for Mother's Day and that instead I would just get to get as many photos as I wanted without any comments from him. Although I do think that since we only do it once a year and I stick with Portrait Innovations that we get a good deal. We are able to get photos for us and the grand parents, etc and take them home all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we were in, wardrobe change, all photos, picked them out, paid and had them in hand and walked out the door in 54 minutes! You can't beat that. My trick is to go first thing in the day, most people wait until mid day or later, usually by the time we leave it is starting to get crowded. The girls also did great, and Brad was very patient and cooperative too. Especially agreeing to stay the extra 15 minutes so I could leave with the photos. Thankfully it was nice out so he and the girls were able to do a couple of walk-a-bouts outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was the worst experience I had ever had there, I almost thought I was going to cry, so I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; this year. I have been going there since they opened, our first photos there were Kaylee's 9 mos. pictures. The people I had become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt; to have since moved on and a couple do photos independently now. However this year the girl we had was amazing! She was so nice and helpful. She could tell I had been there before when I pulled my list out in preparation to look at the photos so she just let me do what I needed to. Needless to say we got a lot of great photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always so excited to put the new photos up, although bittersweet too. I always bring in different ones to work than I have at home. Last night on our bed I had them all spread out and was trying to decide which ones would go in the frames at home and which ones to work. It was quite the process! Whenever I put the new photos in I scroll back through all the ones of years past and am reminded how much the girls have changed and how quickly they are growing-up. I got a little teary eyed sitting and watching people come in with their babies. It seems not so long ago those were ours. Now instead of looking at family photos with babies I see girls. But between you and me I will always see a little bit of baby in the family photos, no matter how old they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the new pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Busing Family 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092191963241762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DYfhH3SI/AAAAAAAABjE/1O_uEJQfN-I/s400/0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    My beautiful May Babies-who are not so baby anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092194150224866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DYnqik-I/AAAAAAAABjM/vkvezIBdH5c/s400/0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Daddy and his girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092207293308578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DZYoGHqI/AAAAAAAABjc/iqM4TNnOMDQ/s400/0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Mommy and her ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092203328280466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DZJ2wl5I/AAAAAAAABjU/SGtF2m6wSuU/s400/0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Kaylee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt;; May 17, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092537942212082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DsoY7_fI/AAAAAAAABjs/YNfQnyKJWaQ/s400/0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98Dti3gnXI/AAAAAAAABkE/dXtwjbI31Mw/s1600/0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092553639697778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98Dti3gnXI/AAAAAAAABkE/dXtwjbI31Mw/s400/0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DtOyvm5I/AAAAAAAABj8/4aqLdHCN-S8/s1600/0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092548250999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DtOyvm5I/AAAAAAAABj8/4aqLdHCN-S8/s400/0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Ainsley Isabella; May 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98Ds8zjStI/AAAAAAAABj0/6xbmY5IwNMU/s1600/0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092543422548690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98Ds8zjStI/AAAAAAAABj0/6xbmY5IwNMU/s400/0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DZtC4DXI/AAAAAAAABjk/Odi8gNXHJpM/s1600/0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092212774342002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DZtC4DXI/AAAAAAAABjk/Odi8gNXHJpM/s400/0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2054205975469362588?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2054205975469362588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2054205975469362588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2054205975469362588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2054205975469362588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-photos.html' title='Birthday Photos'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S98DYfhH3SI/AAAAAAAABjE/1O_uEJQfN-I/s72-c/0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-1434862523607150067</id><published>2010-05-01T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:01:00.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ainsley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9bloP-wrBI/AAAAAAAABg0/Oh7wGpFiGos/s1600/ry%253D400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464807677507972114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9bloP-wrBI/AAAAAAAABg0/Oh7wGpFiGos/s400/ry%253D400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Ainsley,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years ago you completed our family. We were so excited to meet you and love on you. While we knew we were being blessed with another daughter, we didn't know how truly amazing you would be. You are a spunky and fearless child. Your demeanor 97% of the time is happy. That happiness is contagious as is your laugh and smile. You are always one who is doing things for a laugh. Once you get a laugh you always follow-up with a favorite word of yours "poopy" in hopes for another laugh. You love your big sister, even though you are often picking on her. You love to climb, dance and sing. You especially love to use the fireplace as your stage and love to jump off after your through. Is there crowd surfing in your future? Whatever your future brings I hope your happy spirit remains as well as your love of laughter! That is something that will be so useful in life; if you can find laughter in adverse situations, or aren't afraid to laugh at yourself, hopefully hard times won't seem so hard, and good times will be only better. You have been a constant reminder of this to me as you have brought me so much laughter in bad and good times. You are your own person and I couldn't have picked a better final piece for our family puzzle. Your Daddy and I love you more than you could ever know and are so very proud of you, Ainsley Isabella! This will be an exciting year for you as you start Pre-school. I know you will love it and I know this stage will also go too fast for your Mommy's liking. I also know that no matter how big you get you will always be our "Baby A". Happy Birthday sweet girl! XOXO!! ~Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465567720811089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9mY4l7JTNI/AAAAAAAABg8/jZsCmfEmSFg/s400/ry%253D400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-1434862523607150067?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/1434862523607150067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=1434862523607150067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1434862523607150067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/1434862523607150067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-ainsley.html' title='Dear Ainsley'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9bloP-wrBI/AAAAAAAABg0/Oh7wGpFiGos/s72-c/ry%253D400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-55799081615853869</id><published>2010-04-30T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:24:09.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Weekend</title><content type='html'>A couple weekends ago my future sister-n-law Sarah and I went up to visit my other sister-n-law Kristin. Kristin lives in Chicago and works as a nurse at Northwestern. For the past couple of years I have gone up in the spring for a mini-girls weekend. Usually consists of shopping, dinner and of course cocktails. This year will be the last in her current apartment as she will be moving in lat summer. Still in the Chicago area but not her current ultra-chic location, which is about 4 blocks from Lake Michigan. I had intended to take a lot of photos but we were so busy shopping away that I only got a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of our first stops. We were waiting in line and so what a better time to start snapping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sr94udnBI/AAAAAAAABi0/kbdbKiK3dA0/s1600/april10+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466010914943507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sr94udnBI/AAAAAAAABi0/kbdbKiK3dA0/s400/april10+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    This was a self-portrait we took before going to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sr9eH9Z0I/AAAAAAAABis/PV4Xya_mk-A/s1600/april10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466010907802691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sr9eH9Z0I/AAAAAAAABis/PV4Xya_mk-A/s400/april10+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We really had a great time, as always. I was glad Sarah was able to join us this year, we had lots of wedding discussion in the car on the way up, since the boys weren't with us we could discuss as much wedding as we wanted. I can't wait to do it again next year, even if the location is slightly different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-55799081615853869?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/55799081615853869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=55799081615853869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/55799081615853869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/55799081615853869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/girl-weekend.html' title='Girl Weekend'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sr94udnBI/AAAAAAAABi0/kbdbKiK3dA0/s72-c/april10+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-494245992034646169</id><published>2010-04-29T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:31:28.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Gardening</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago Brad and the girls went to the store to buy some soil and seeds to plant. The girls love gardening and since the weather is getting warmer it seemed like a good time to start back-up with this beloved past time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad used his truck bed to set the pots on during the planting. Ainsley opted to sit-up on the bed of the truck, while Kaylee decided to stand by Daddy. Below the pots are filled with soil and ready to be used for planting. Brad is reminding the girls of the seeds they picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465966140175222018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sDPpt1BQI/AAAAAAAABhk/jkB_PBIXetI/s400/april10+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Brad handing Ainsley some seeds to put in the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465966147406529442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sDQEp6A6I/AAAAAAAABhs/60TXIN5g7Eg/s400/april10+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Brad and Kaylee working on her pot. They poked holes in the soil to put the seeds in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465966158271257554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sDQtIQm9I/AAAAAAAABh0/8A30r11gvPA/s400/april10+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kaylee watering her newly planted pot. I think the watering is their favorite part. It could be raining for days and they would still want to go out and water the plants. We are working on learning that too much water is just as bad as not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sDQ2SVAQI/AAAAAAAABh8/yl19qg1txd8/s1600/april10+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465966160729407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sDQ2SVAQI/AAAAAAAABh8/yl19qg1txd8/s400/april10+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew...all this gardening wore me out. Just kidding, I was trying to get a photo of the girls by their pots. Ainsley had to have a chair to sit in, but was complaining that the sun was too bright to look up at me. Kaylee was not so into it, as you can see she's in the background on the porch anxiously waiting to put her pot in it's new spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465966169469543970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sDRW2I5iI/AAAAAAAABiE/1R-DUtyADlE/s400/april10+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-494245992034646169?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/494245992034646169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=494245992034646169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/494245992034646169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/494245992034646169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-gardening.html' title='A Little Gardening'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S9sDPpt1BQI/AAAAAAAABhk/jkB_PBIXetI/s72-c/april10+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-2125800095194108957</id><published>2010-04-15T12:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:53:04.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter! Easter! Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been procrastinating posting for Easter as there are A LOT of photos involved. I debated how I should approach this; do it in parts or one big post. I opted for the one big post!  So I will try to keep the verbal part of this post short. Here is a snapshot look at Easter 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The Thursday before Easter the festivities began with egg coloring at our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460411628685293762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dHch8y-MI/AAAAAAAABc0/I-fZ3BR9e-I/s400/march2010+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                          Ainsley was very excited when we would take the eggs out of the color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460411636118794658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dHc9pFMaI/AAAAAAAABc8/YCArfKFkY-E/s400/march2010+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning it was off to Grandpa and Grandma Duffy's for a waffle breakfast and Easter fun. All of the grandkids together anxiously awaiting their baskets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412922199501138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dIn0qnaVI/AAAAAAAABeE/GacI1zPGLwc/s400/march2010+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        Kaylee going through her basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dHeSyOvTI/AAAAAAAABdU/dDSQsowrQFk/s1600/march2010+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460411658974182706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dHeSyOvTI/AAAAAAAABdU/dDSQsowrQFk/s400/march2010+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        Ainsley going through her basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dHeF6kASI/AAAAAAAABdM/PrHtrRvSs8w/s1600/march2010+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460411655519469858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dHeF6kASI/AAAAAAAABdM/PrHtrRvSs8w/s400/march2010+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              Kaylee coloring eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412208924461218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dH-TgmCKI/AAAAAAAABdc/a2zlnTZW0s8/s400/march2010+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These next few photos of Maddox and Ainsley make me laugh! It appears they are having an in depth discussion over their mini-M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412223416119778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dH_JfrMeI/AAAAAAAABds/_ZYin6CmUqc/s400/march2010+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412216034798882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dH-t_1LSI/AAAAAAAABdk/OpYZytE-EdM/s400/march2010+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 Here they have finally appeared to resolve their issue and enjoy the M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412227714775842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dH_ZgjeyI/AAAAAAAABd0/gwqOH_vbNHc/s400/march2010+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Saturday afternoon we headed over to Mee-Maw and Paw-Paw's house. The girls looking over their Easter bounty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412235382160258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dH_2Eme4I/AAAAAAAABd8/E_CBjUxt0fE/s400/march2010+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     Kaylee trying out her new scooter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412941611252914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dIo8-vPLI/AAAAAAAABeU/6r1E8OQniFQ/s400/march2010+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       Ainsley trying out her new scooter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412942532168562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dIpAaTS3I/AAAAAAAABec/p8si-mFAuWo/s400/march2010+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   On to the egg hunt, Kaylee went the opposite direction with Mee-Maw and I stayed with Ainsley, which is why I have a couple of Ainsley looking for eggs and none of Kaylee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412953975523250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dIprCnB7I/AAAAAAAABek/ttYOwLngnDg/s400/march2010+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412929758303426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dIoQ0xlMI/AAAAAAAABeM/zQmSuE3vWSA/s400/march2010+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           Easter morning and the bunny had come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460413546105546482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJMI5aJvI/AAAAAAAABes/zoIR8nYkw1Y/s400/march2010+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Trying to get the sillies out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460413555598278562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJMsQpv6I/AAAAAAAABe8/SHMrILRv90Q/s400/march2010+275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                        The best we got. I could do a post on "out-takes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460413551692132530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJMdtWsLI/AAAAAAAABe0/LrY64bHMRZg/s400/march2010+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    Easter afternoon we headed to Grandpa and Grandma Busing's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460413558569765330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJM3VHCdI/AAAAAAAABfE/szIiRaQxUE0/s400/march2010+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              The girls checking out their Easter baskets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460413565670345458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJNRyBSvI/AAAAAAAABfM/zIfRyufUMUU/s400/march2010+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley did a wardrobe change. Brad's mom got the girls each a dress and shoes. Ainsley wanted to wear hers right away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460414020826003298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJnxXld2I/AAAAAAAABfc/pjgiGFCZt7Y/s400/march2010+286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Aunt Kristin and Ainsley looking for some eggs. Abby was enjoying rolling the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460414026947027730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJoIK84xI/AAAAAAAABfk/KHAj5LHkWTM/s400/march2010+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls playing with their new rocket balloons. You pump them up and let them fly. Everyone had a great time with these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460414033773611058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dJohmiSDI/AAAAAAAABf0/8v6STfCiNUM/s400/march2010+296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all it was a busy, but fun, weekend. The weather was great! We hope you and yours had a Blessed Easter too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-2125800095194108957?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/2125800095194108957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=2125800095194108957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2125800095194108957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/2125800095194108957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-easter-easter.html' title='Easter! Easter! Easter!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dHch8y-MI/AAAAAAAABc0/I-fZ3BR9e-I/s72-c/march2010+221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3667451219762359922</id><published>2010-04-15T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:02:19.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Date</title><content type='html'>Last month my Dad and Sallie came over for dinner. The girls love going to visit their Grandparents but get equally excited when someone is coming over to see them! It was a nice afternoon and we got to spend some time outside. Grandpa and Grandma brought the girls some new bubbles so they were super excited and eager to try them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Ainsley getting ready to use her bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460409391611306402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dFaUMy4aI/AAAAAAAABcU/996-iQ6Exxs/s400/march2010+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Kaylee seeing how high she could make her bubbles go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dFbLNEP5I/AAAAAAAABck/9H-fM2JsqVA/s1600/march2010+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460409406376394642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dFbLNEP5I/AAAAAAAABck/9H-fM2JsqVA/s400/march2010+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock-Knock "Anyone home?" Actually, I think Ainsley was taking food orders for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. It has a limited menu as most things you ask for she will say she doesn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dFa05J7gI/AAAAAAAABcc/fRsAXgatt3s/s1600/march2010+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460409400387300866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dFa05J7gI/AAAAAAAABcc/fRsAXgatt3s/s400/march2010+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Getting some refills on the bubble blowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460409408060659506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dFbReoFzI/AAAAAAAABcs/kuz3O3GocMk/s400/march2010+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come back and visit again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3667451219762359922?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3667451219762359922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3667451219762359922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3667451219762359922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3667451219762359922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/dinner-date.html' title='Dinner Date'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dFaUMy4aI/AAAAAAAABcU/996-iQ6Exxs/s72-c/march2010+206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-8582127508085698294</id><published>2010-04-15T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:55:20.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mee-Maw!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we celebrated my mom's birthday, A.K.A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;-Maw to the girls. It was a beautiful day out so we spent much time outside at her house riding 4-wheelers, swinging, fishing, doing balloon rockets, and so much more. The girls love it there because there is so much to do and so much open space to run! Abby enjoys the running space too :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is such a great mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;-Maw. She is always there to help whenever needed and LOVES spending time with the girls. I'm so happy they are making so many fun memories with her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Ainsley helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;-Maw open her card.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460406747890074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dDAbkiRQI/AAAAAAAABbs/xMZLPZ7acQ4/s400/march2010+319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kaylee getting in on the action. This was the card they gave her and then each had a small gift to give her in bags they decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460406749903606274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dDAjEmUgI/AAAAAAAABb0/k_eKf6DNU2c/s400/march2010+320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a card my brother and his fiancee gave my mom. Kaylee thought it was pretty cool and wanted me to snap a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460406766143271234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dDBfkb8UI/AAAAAAAABcE/iYEFfSwBUm0/s400/march2010+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;-Maw blow out her candles. The girls picked out the cake decorations and decorated it too! They did a fabulous job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dDBsZF2bI/AAAAAAAABcM/vLBGZJV1cxQ/s1600/march2010+327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460406769585346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dDBsZF2bI/AAAAAAAABcM/vLBGZJV1cxQ/s400/march2010+327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-8582127508085698294?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/8582127508085698294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=8582127508085698294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8582127508085698294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/8582127508085698294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-mee-maw.html' title='Happy Birthday Mee-Maw!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dDAbkiRQI/AAAAAAAABbs/xMZLPZ7acQ4/s72-c/march2010+319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5345644943861496520</id><published>2010-04-15T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:44:42.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mom's away the "kids" will play!</title><content type='html'>Last week after bath time the girls went downstairs to see Daddy. I stayed upstairs and cleaned up the bathroom. I'm not sure about your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bathroom&lt;/span&gt;, but mine looks like a typhoon went through it by the time bath time has ended. When I was done cleaning up I called the girls back upstairs to get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the girls were in bed I went back down stairs and found my camera had been moved. I picked it up and Brad indicated they may have used it earlier. In reviewing the photos on my camera here are some of the ones I saw. Apparently Ainsley was the eye behind the camera on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Kaylee and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dBQUUMtcI/AAAAAAAABbk/jlNn38l8UNg/s1600/march2010+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460404821797156290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dBQUUMtcI/AAAAAAAABbk/jlNn38l8UNg/s400/march2010+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Close-up on the big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dBQO9r82I/AAAAAAAABbc/R43nBtTIw54/s1600/march2010+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460404820360557410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dBQO9r82I/AAAAAAAABbc/R43nBtTIw54/s400/march2010+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Quick shot while they aren't looking.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dBPo2CoaI/AAAAAAAABbU/47-pWk0eFDY/s1600/march2010+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460404810127942050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dBPo2CoaI/AAAAAAAABbU/47-pWk0eFDY/s400/march2010+230.jpg" border="0" /&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/2226545326293103324-5345644943861496520?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5345644943861496520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5345644943861496520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5345644943861496520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5345644943861496520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-moms-away-kids-will-play.html' title='When Mom&apos;s away the &quot;kids&quot; will play!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8dBQUUMtcI/AAAAAAAABbk/jlNn38l8UNg/s72-c/march2010+232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5936890215510401344</id><published>2010-04-13T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:21:18.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Your Work Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night was Kaylee's school annual Show Your Work Night. This is an evening when parents get to come into the classroom and watch their children do their work. We basically follow our child's lead around the room as they choose different pieces of work to show us. The children get to play the roll of the teacher and "teach" their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always enjoyed this night when I taught at Montessori because I loved watching the parents faces as they saw what impressive things their child could do. As a parent I look forward to this because I enjoy seeing how proud Kaylee is to show us what she does at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the things Brad and I learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All of the children have name signs. This allows for children to be dismissed to the next activity while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marinating&lt;/span&gt; the calm and quiet of the classroom for that particular activity. Kaylee dismissed all the children this evening by using each of their name signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459670296353042962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8SlNTzf8hI/AAAAAAAABas/lChPy1ybXTQ/s400/march2010+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee showing us the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nomial&lt;/span&gt; cube. This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-cursor to Math that involves formulas. Brad was a quiet listener as I was asking a lot of questions. Kaylee told us that Daddy was doing a good job and that Mommy was not doing such a good job. Brad was very proud of himself for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459670300002709282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8SlNhZpbyI/AAAAAAAABa0/T_Fvlt2Ixp0/s400/march2010+302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting all of the pieces out onto the sheet. Once that is completed the child is to put the cube back together. Each piece of work has a control piece to it for errors. So for this if she didn't get the pieces back into the cube correctly she would not have been able to put the lid on the cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459670310657821794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8SlOJGBjGI/AAAAAAAABa8/we3I-mlsSZE/s400/march2010+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here Kaylee was showing us some subtraction work. She has really been into addition and subtraction lately. She will get a paper with some addition or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;subtraction&lt;/span&gt; problems on them, do the problems and then the teachers will check them for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459670317413650530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8SlOiQvUGI/AAAAAAAABbE/Bfugm5kUxX0/s400/march2010+305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves school and continues to impress us with the amount of things she learns, and also scares us with her freakish memory. I'm happy she has a love of learning and I only hope it continues to grow with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-5936890215510401344?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/5936890215510401344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=5936890215510401344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5936890215510401344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/5936890215510401344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/show-your-work-night.html' title='Show Your Work Night'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/S8SlNTzf8hI/AAAAAAAABas/lChPy1ybXTQ/s72-c/march2010+298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-3740521234922380694</id><published>2010-04-12T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:31:50.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Monday</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to say "Yes, I'm still here". I do appear to do many updates at once and then disappear. I guess based on my posts you can tell when I'm busy and when I'm not...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What posts will I be soon (I hope) catching up on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter....that came and went quickly, didn't it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some randoms through this busy month...various activities and such:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm currently in major planning mode for the girl's upcoming birthdays. There are definite pros and cons to having them both in the same months. It takes lots of work as they have their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt; days, joint family party, and Kaylee's friend party. I do enjoy planning these and we always have fun, but getting to them, and through them, takes lots of work, and making lots of lists (which Brad points out).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a different note, Kaylee went to the dentist this morning. I was SO dreading this appointment. I'm not a fan of the dentist myself and all morning had the pit in my stomach, even though it wasn't my appointment. Last night before bed I told her we would be going today. We have lots of dentist books and have read them numerous times. There were some tears last night, but we talked and talked and Kaylee gave me her "I'm over talking about this" vibe so I said good-night. This morning she was ready to go. Even telling Ainsley to hurry up and eat her breakfast because "I have a dentist appointment. I'm serious I really am going to the dentist today." We dropped Ainsley off and stopped at the store. I told her she could pick out a snack to take for her friends at school and if the appointment was a success we would take the snack today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dentist office is right next to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school, so we parked at school and walked over. Everyone was REALLY nice! Kaylee did AMAZING! I was so proud of her and happy for her, because I could tell she was really proud of herself. She got to watch Dora the whole time, got a goody bag at the end, got to pick out a toy from the treasure cabinet and a certificate for free cookie dough from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt; Murphy's. She had no cavities and all was well. We walked to school afterward and she took her snack, as well as her dentist goody-bag. I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; that she did so well! It's just another sign to show she's growing-up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that's just a small part of our miscellaneous Monday so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226545326293103324-3740521234922380694?l=busings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/feeds/3740521234922380694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2226545326293103324&amp;postID=3740521234922380694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3740521234922380694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226545326293103324/posts/default/3740521234922380694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busings.blogspot.com/2010/04/miscellaneous-monday.html' title='Miscellaneous Monday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chYYgqNs1CM/SkDSrFsYt8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WmXbC3_v5C8/S220/0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226545326293103324.post-5261581029284719991</id><published>2010-03-31T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:32:30.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Story</title><content type='html'>While catching-up on all the blogs I read I saw on one of my family member's a link to a beautiful birth story. So of course I had to check it out! It was truly inspiring and so, of course, I had to share it with my readers. Thanks to Renee 
