tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124783552024-03-23T13:04:43.958-05:00a day in the life ...You think you know, but you have no idea.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-14502446070954488792010-01-19T15:37:00.002-06:002010-01-19T15:39:12.301-06:00glutton for punishment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRQK-4bG2yqAk87Zs24gbwqp61dFtE-SYUmUKxYcDoLwS6AzZT7Fe_Zx4Z9jgQzs7H-IrpFENqX_QlHVFm9fke9HvlN9cuTiHWdvKzO9JLmvhMR7lDEccyXUHY1HOCcU45AID/s1600-h/10k.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRQK-4bG2yqAk87Zs24gbwqp61dFtE-SYUmUKxYcDoLwS6AzZT7Fe_Zx4Z9jgQzs7H-IrpFENqX_QlHVFm9fke9HvlN9cuTiHWdvKzO9JLmvhMR7lDEccyXUHY1HOCcU45AID/s400/10k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428568609524101826" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, dear. Why do I do this to myself? {Yes, I know all you <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> runners out there think a 10k is a gimme race, but it's hard for some people! (mvo)}mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-43729249441257991572009-09-19T14:05:00.003-05:002009-09-19T15:51:07.176-05:00what did you do today?I did <a href="http://www.tourdesfleurs.com/">this</a> with these fabulous ladies.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgpvw63XDmMKFSEh49-3RrUc3vSMjKAhugcFa40qLslMDek2lS8h5CQvHAYlm7CT2GIEW0qOhdn4N7L7o-TQG0tae_nHqRL7bchWHVVt_CJdBLFVXxlmvGtmM2nnRtUWxYCwS/s1600-h/pre+tdf+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgpvw63XDmMKFSEh49-3RrUc3vSMjKAhugcFa40qLslMDek2lS8h5CQvHAYlm7CT2GIEW0qOhdn4N7L7o-TQG0tae_nHqRL7bchWHVVt_CJdBLFVXxlmvGtmM2nnRtUWxYCwS/s320/pre+tdf+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />These are our cool timing chips. {Way better than the <a href="http://manderate.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-did-it.html">last</a> one I wore, by far.}<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9Ize7ukz8BMsR7fpRb6UMNBVurYzGJbpe7ARDvwx_2pNzWNTtWT3knnLOgXJO2r1HlFt18aCqRsjnXV63AaByBgWC-8p7Fe3Jd3Y8hnKKiGCaLd_LYWND1U1X7_dOp7qpD8x/s1600-h/shoe+tdf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9Ize7ukz8BMsR7fpRb6UMNBVurYzGJbpe7ARDvwx_2pNzWNTtWT3knnLOgXJO2r1HlFt18aCqRsjnXV63AaByBgWC-8p7Fe3Jd3Y8hnKKiGCaLd_LYWND1U1X7_dOp7qpD8x/s320/shoe+tdf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And here we are, post-race. Aren't we awesome?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIjOgrrKjIoINztCYSS4mw73uIipEf5Ed9fG1Lhavqi_84Hf_JoRjmZuRepEWVd101dOxX4Eeu_FDzRvJax-QMZzS7Ky249ZsJ8YEs6hKp6SpQ0GfSVtwvDV865cjrp6jQff-/s1600-h/post+tdf+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIjOgrrKjIoINztCYSS4mw73uIipEf5Ed9fG1Lhavqi_84Hf_JoRjmZuRepEWVd101dOxX4Eeu_FDzRvJax-QMZzS7Ky249ZsJ8YEs6hKp6SpQ0GfSVtwvDV865cjrp6jQff-/s320/post+tdf+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />How did I do? Not awesome, but it's over, right? Give me a few days before I even think about doing a half or even another 10K. Running just might not be my thing ...mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-3373450252541183572009-07-12T08:14:00.000-05:002009-07-12T08:14:09.811-05:00dandy-lionsI love, love, love this shot taken by my sister. I could use a <a href="http://amazomeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/spots.html">spot</a> right about now, that's for sure.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0A0qCihMlXkIF8W58ZoDdKyHx_WgyPXRSazG-MVRWlJ9v9YL1MhwBkaF5QhUQk61dYaC6tu4Is9RCJ5mXs3V_vNwnlYmH14cLybxOFaOEShkebpo2s-jww9KGegF_TKGH-7eL/s1600-h/megan+dandelion.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0A0qCihMlXkIF8W58ZoDdKyHx_WgyPXRSazG-MVRWlJ9v9YL1MhwBkaF5QhUQk61dYaC6tu4Is9RCJ5mXs3V_vNwnlYmH14cLybxOFaOEShkebpo2s-jww9KGegF_TKGH-7eL/s400/megan+dandelion.JPG" /></a></div>4 days and a wakeup.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-16108357738338255082009-06-14T14:05:00.000-05:002009-06-14T14:06:55.603-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTGte3WS9llXcWPfzZhPzrH91FPhv1jXv8GS7ADavFfOCG8nrG43DUY2sKc7MvfilsoIOu_c6NQEWUIQsVaw4Vqzim-6xaazbnjp0-oFOt2e4nfSeNtxFWuLJeMCZ72zrb8ft/s1600-h/good.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTGte3WS9llXcWPfzZhPzrH91FPhv1jXv8GS7ADavFfOCG8nrG43DUY2sKc7MvfilsoIOu_c6NQEWUIQsVaw4Vqzim-6xaazbnjp0-oFOt2e4nfSeNtxFWuLJeMCZ72zrb8ft/s400/good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347261650646970930" border="0" /></a>from megan.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-41920732923031292552009-06-10T11:07:00.002-05:002009-06-10T11:10:21.837-05:00Zack Attack!This is the best thing I've seen in a long time. I'm a long-time Saved by the Bell junkie and could probably still tell you which episode it is simply by watching the first 30 seconds of it. Zack Morris forever.<br /><br /><object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/RSI6R45hDmcYXU0L7M4x4Q"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/RSI6R45hDmcYXU0L7M4x4Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-80751280262423454062009-05-20T13:27:00.005-05:002009-05-20T13:43:44.254-05:00happy birthday, babe!Happy happy birthday, Matt! I'm so glad you were born.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdseIp2V9JXrGxbmNtKDT3BtDZPPRZF9SX8jH5fD0xI-bSUT91sdenWR9_TC7PLmHan61AQ5A_hVnzsLqHRL2haFiMQQSt7In_lCQ5mccPhD9284fwl54TyKc470MXQtGNbpUK/s1600-h/maddydaddy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdseIp2V9JXrGxbmNtKDT3BtDZPPRZF9SX8jH5fD0xI-bSUT91sdenWR9_TC7PLmHan61AQ5A_hVnzsLqHRL2haFiMQQSt7In_lCQ5mccPhD9284fwl54TyKc470MXQtGNbpUK/s400/maddydaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337977980966474098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />**I also have to give a shout-out to the guys who married two of my favorite people and just happen to share Matt's birthday, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDuwf_Uxj3IyaSUH6yUS6pgy2bxn6TKnlhNNHeZpXtB1jT5v6d04ffhr6U3eBKySFT1d5uG81fwzfI3oaYRRnbahd9_aaskttGduKibAbh-VjrJ6ltDeRhWfYwpFKXlxi0p9i/s1600-h/cjgary.jpg">Gary</a> and <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_y8HoNZvXRTzRVfP4CGV6mCaoOrvQQm6GdpdfQezRNlm_cTl0l4Egt4XFdILtuGpWa1TorzlY3whAzNpukF_e6MddYPSqxLM3i-QTyuWF-xt56VWbxpktOx6r99edlZnYawTj/s1600-h/jenshane.jpg">Shayne</a>. Happy birthday to you, too!**<br /></span>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-71278478601836680142009-05-08T13:23:00.003-05:002009-05-08T13:31:09.942-05:00happy birthday, dude!I can't believe how old you are, especially since it means I'll be that old in a few more months! I'm so glad your mom made you come sit by me that day at church 20 1/2 years ago!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHF-E8_5AMG41NdYNuMzEh341IFk0CIxOUiBcWlkfp0YsooBGnF2q0Okc_YCek8bHDaP6gbpmE6q-XNbZPid4D30yzA6sXOQxdsh43dsCrmmvUW8aK5LeXzUES2OocQHc_8VC7/s1600-h/Maddy+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHF-E8_5AMG41NdYNuMzEh341IFk0CIxOUiBcWlkfp0YsooBGnF2q0Okc_YCek8bHDaP6gbpmE6q-XNbZPid4D30yzA6sXOQxdsh43dsCrmmvUW8aK5LeXzUES2OocQHc_8VC7/s400/Maddy+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333521976802549058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">**picture from our yummy lunch today at Market Street. <a href="http://texas-tall-tales.blogspot.com/">Carrie</a> and I made Jen wear all this, in case you were wondering.**</span>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-41023523492809617992009-04-22T15:20:00.002-05:002009-04-22T15:25:56.954-05:00last 5K post, I promise.I found a few pictures of me at the race. Most of them make me look like a chubby, slightly constipated walker. This one, though, makes me look like a runner!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitrTbvdT2EPNkiNGCKo8l0j9FyfC1zAZ6iXr2wZ8TOpwwCcWyorNHYVe-XgD2RrgssDfjPSKW7UMjgXdhc-a0vFtggKr5LYABELolf_zREHl5Mtl5Ss9uoAtzUV7Jduhw02Y0W/s1600-h/zoorun2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitrTbvdT2EPNkiNGCKo8l0j9FyfC1zAZ6iXr2wZ8TOpwwCcWyorNHYVe-XgD2RrgssDfjPSKW7UMjgXdhc-a0vFtggKr5LYABELolf_zREHl5Mtl5Ss9uoAtzUV7Jduhw02Y0W/s400/zoorun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614471434151282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">{What you can't see is the 9-year-old just ahead of me that beat me. Seriously.}</span><br /></div>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-41113320520125090512009-04-21T14:46:00.003-05:002009-04-21T15:05:50.523-05:00happy, happy birthday!Today is Stef's birthday. Do you know Stef? You should. She's:<br /><ul><li>an awesome friend (aunt/roommate/daughter/sister/girlfriend)<br /></li><li>one of the most generous and helpful people I know<br /></li><li>a great seamstress<br /></li><li>a wonderful cook</li><li>one of the best people to watch movies with</li><li>a <span>great</span> road trip partner</li><li>one of the few people who <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> gets me!<br /></li><li>my favorite Canadian</li></ul><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqHlRHyw8xnm2dhzVyQm7kIiUCDdHDo5VbZTT23h8pc19jidhu-S-ozRnW1AGGLb8rM9HO4kOx4PFKh30ZcuhYXn1nyHi4JsEMpXxSIL5rUOiJqE_IVIPBvWBL5k0HMESyHhz/s1600-h/14185241_4d5720b80d_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqHlRHyw8xnm2dhzVyQm7kIiUCDdHDo5VbZTT23h8pc19jidhu-S-ozRnW1AGGLb8rM9HO4kOx4PFKh30ZcuhYXn1nyHi4JsEMpXxSIL5rUOiJqE_IVIPBvWBL5k0HMESyHhz/s400/14185241_4d5720b80d_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327235216108381074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">from Stef's birthday 4 years ago ... I love the birthday gnome!!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Birthday, Stef!!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">**click <a href="http://manderate.blogspot.com/search?q=stef">here</a> for more posts featuring Stef or <a href="http://flickr.com/gp/manderate/90B8sV">here</a> for pictoral evidence of 6 1/2 years of shenanigans!**<br /></div></div>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-39094840004714873492009-04-20T14:01:00.006-05:002009-04-21T14:44:02.334-05:00so, i did it.My only goals were to run the whole thing and to not fall down. Check and check. I wasn't the fastest or the slowest. I came in somewhere in the middle of the pack, and I couldn't be happier about it. I loved having Matt and Maddy at the finish line waiting for me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQ_EZVTjQCfsTpdLO-vE5T9qwrjIxCJzMaRcxkWtFa1mY8XQT7rdJ2J7t63O9k3fL6d5jekT-IHTI4InhvAVAAtpi6MqPAFjs5vPT52OomiCyna44rTpHT_uVqgw4fkqUwo0L/s1600-h/Maddy+138-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQ_EZVTjQCfsTpdLO-vE5T9qwrjIxCJzMaRcxkWtFa1mY8XQT7rdJ2J7t63O9k3fL6d5jekT-IHTI4InhvAVAAtpi6MqPAFjs5vPT52OomiCyna44rTpHT_uVqgw4fkqUwo0L/s400/Maddy+138-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326852273455602738" border="0" /></a><br />I don't know if I'll do 10K or a half-marathon or even another 5K at this point, but I like the way I feel when I run. It's my selfish time to recharge -- no cell phone or laundry or baby or husband to worry about for those few miles. I can just focus on my music and whatever thoughts happen to bounce around my head. I love knowing that I can run farther than I could a month ago. I love logging my runs and seeing how I've progressed and my total mileage. I love knowing that I'm doing something to improve myself. I love knowing that I'm closer to my goal of being able to grab Maddy and physically <span style="font-style: italic;">run away</span> if I feel like we're in danger. I don't consider myself a 'runner' and maybe I never will, but I think I'll keep it up.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-87551722609315098382009-04-16T14:34:00.003-05:002009-04-16T14:37:07.217-05:00i got this today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMCFyKVhhIuJgwiB_FxxOPtCJPsOPOVGv1d8VzZkLOHbZxwYdee6lIfwGWSSDnhTdMeYxRRaPQqYoqRPTvcNO9sz78osfYX_8cWSWIq5e941DnSmmRTWsOV2dWRKV6aVO2dT-/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMCFyKVhhIuJgwiB_FxxOPtCJPsOPOVGv1d8VzZkLOHbZxwYdee6lIfwGWSSDnhTdMeYxRRaPQqYoqRPTvcNO9sz78osfYX_8cWSWIq5e941DnSmmRTWsOV2dWRKV6aVO2dT-/s400/Picture+332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325374954643554114" border="0" /></a>and the nerves haven't stopped yet. I was half-afraid they'd tell me that I wasn't a <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> runner and couldn't do the <a href="http://www.fortworthzoo.org/visit/zoorun2009.html">race</a>. Now I just have to get through the next two days without talking myself out of it.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-16789208028779649082009-04-12T14:03:00.000-05:002009-04-12T14:04:21.646-05:00hoppy easter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeb4k4gEJgBsXiRktnk9vj_ZpmHaPkJWsfWCSMVU2TXNwBJunRO9pBK3zij405fmubZYCU3XZF8QyhDaP4JDDylJTni_Oz3BUZtTkXP7eIqZ_8GK56muiIoKmEnIsy14tNRLB/s1600-h/Maddy+003-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeb4k4gEJgBsXiRktnk9vj_ZpmHaPkJWsfWCSMVU2TXNwBJunRO9pBK3zij405fmubZYCU3XZF8QyhDaP4JDDylJTni_Oz3BUZtTkXP7eIqZ_8GK56muiIoKmEnIsy14tNRLB/s400/Maddy+003-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323882770556273474" border="0" /></a>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-18229108940726693812009-04-05T23:50:00.004-05:002009-04-05T23:56:08.338-05:00the pigeonI love Mo Willems. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Let-Pigeon-Drive-Bus/dp/078681988X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1238993479&sr=8-3">Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus</a> is one of those fantastic children's books I love to read and can't wait for Maddy to finally get and laugh at. I'd love to get this print for Maddy's room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdw5RgSLjwuAnZNcg53Oph1kY8ONmhLVeMnUoM7pj1OwwJMW4kHBHQxTQ77oelfC2r9kdfCi22nHVjzn4wjyWadsaEkpmQGikGj72aAfBwByK92vQux0tjZiJaRILllf2Yz5FY/s1600-h/pigeoin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdw5RgSLjwuAnZNcg53Oph1kY8ONmhLVeMnUoM7pj1OwwJMW4kHBHQxTQ77oelfC2r9kdfCi22nHVjzn4wjyWadsaEkpmQGikGj72aAfBwByK92vQux0tjZiJaRILllf2Yz5FY/s400/pigeoin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321436642753938258" border="0" /></a><br />It would be perfect for when Megan comes to visit -- she can read just Pigeon's pleadings, which are the best part anyway. In case you didn't know, Megan is the best story-reader around. I hope she really gets around to recording some books for little Maddy. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">{buy the poster <a href="http://www.everypicture.com/show_product.php?id=4035&sc=1">here</a>}</span>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-33096206287654876542009-03-30T10:49:00.003-05:002009-03-30T11:17:12.310-05:00weekend roundup: Amy editionWe had a great weekend, starting early on Friday. Matt's sister, Amy, came to town for a last-minute visit. Here's what we did:<br /><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday</span>: After physical therapy, Maddy and I picked up Amy at the airport and stopped at Whataburger for a quick lunch. Maddy managed to spill a strawful of DP and spit up on Amy in the first five minutes, of course before Amy had to meet the director of her program at <a href="http://cookchildrens.org/aboutus/Pages/locationsdetail.aspx?lid=31">Cook Children's</a> for a tour. Good thing it's a pediatric hospital - they understand kids and messes! While Amy was getting her tour, Maddy and I drove around and then walked the hospital for awhile. We picked up <a href="http://tuscanyitalianbistro.net/">Tuscany</a> for dinner {Tortellini Michelangelo, yum!!} and waited for Matt to get home on his perpetually-delayed flight from Louisiana. Amy and I tried to watch a movie, but like a true Kotter, she fell asleep.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday</span>: Matt and Amy went to the temple first thing in the morning while Maddy and I stayed home. We met up with the <a href="http://elstrong.blogspot.com/">Strongs</a> for lunch at <a href="http://www.costavida.net/">Costa Vida</a> and ran into <a href="http://findjoyineveryday.blogspot.com/">Rob and Paula</a> there, too. After lunch, we drove Amy around a bit and even visited my old houses in Colleyville, since we were nearby. It's amazing how different everything looks! We went home for a tasty dinner of <a href="http://recipestop.blogspot.com/2007/04/italian-baked-chicken.html">IBC</a> and a celebratory <a href="http://recipestop.blogspot.com/2009/03/strawberry-cheesecake-bowl.html">strawberry cheesecake trifle</a>. We were all worn out and went to bed early.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday</span>: Matt was up and gone to meetings before we got going for our day. Maddy and I pulled it together and left to get Amy to the airport before church. Afterwards, Matt let me take a much-needed nap while he played with Maddy. Matt left again that night for a few hours, so Maddy and I played and recovered from our weekend. <br /></li></ul>Maddy LOVES her aunt Amy {it's a good thing I'm not a jealous mommy, seriously} and we had a great time hanging out and catching up. We can't wait to have her here full-time!mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-62015321131409592672009-03-24T14:37:00.004-05:002009-04-21T14:44:02.334-05:00do the shuffle.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigv_3YwrsgxOLwmwONjNAvvmOgPcde1HRFWpg8WJqgAVQdPip_rPKm6CP1HIHIaaKYQdXrTH9V6WDA8vt6942chOGl-74qZIfDI6o09jlQJa4axrYmKh_30VXkX00a5WhyHFP1/s1600-h/shuffle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigv_3YwrsgxOLwmwONjNAvvmOgPcde1HRFWpg8WJqgAVQdPip_rPKm6CP1HIHIaaKYQdXrTH9V6WDA8vt6942chOGl-74qZIfDI6o09jlQJa4axrYmKh_30VXkX00a5WhyHFP1/s200/shuffle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842568677838002" border="0" /></a><br />Matt surprised me with <a href="http://store.apple.com/us/browse/home/shop_ipod/family/ipod_shuffle_2gen?mco=MTYzNDU2Mg">this</a> today. Apparently they had them at the 'store' at work, so he got me a silver one. I can't wait to use it. Who has suggestions for good running songs?mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-30654994530388204972009-03-24T14:07:00.004-05:002009-03-24T14:09:30.181-05:00so,does sitting in a rocking chair and doing this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6M01Du-_gWYmFmc7FP1Uk_6Lcr4FmErxJexBJS_ee9xolroY1ANoVUp0NnTg_mL1M1kF1JoxX4RkCTQysjrir6SIygxLcFYciKyY_v9XCkL8aQ8L16I6E9807HnBFirpHD3GG/s1600-h/Picture+195.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6M01Du-_gWYmFmc7FP1Uk_6Lcr4FmErxJexBJS_ee9xolroY1ANoVUp0NnTg_mL1M1kF1JoxX4RkCTQysjrir6SIygxLcFYciKyY_v9XCkL8aQ8L16I6E9807HnBFirpHD3GG/s400/Picture+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316833001165661634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />today while Maddy napped make me an 80-year-old woman? Actually, I really don't care. It was fun. I re-learned how to crochet from <a href="http://craftydaisies.com/2007/05/22/learn-to-crochet-lesson-1/">this</a> tutorial.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-486892261319912462009-03-23T14:10:00.001-05:002009-04-21T14:44:02.335-05:00remember whenI was going to do <a href="http://manderate.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-excuses.html">this</a>? Well, I'm only about six months behind, but I successfully completed week one on Saturday. It may be pathetic that I only ran 5 miles total during the week, but I guess that's 5 miles more than I've run in any other week in several years. A girl's gotta start somewhere. Here's to week two! In order to psych myself up to keep at it, I'm going to run <a href="http://www.fortworthzoo.org/visit/zoorun2009.html">this</a> in April. I think Matt and Maddy {in her stroller} are going to do it with me!mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-18488994620128628482009-03-19T10:27:00.004-05:002009-03-19T10:31:55.023-05:00charley harperI bought these board books for Maddy on clearance at Old Navy last week. I love the illustrations. Aren't they cute?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xfQuAOneaOuJ26Z-n5PmRT9zvBfagfVEtRuKV9ZJ0NcHHwxnpui9JVtszE8dIbLdFLDCx7J4-fmMK1bQtN20OfhBKhhPhqmR9gyl6mjr2wm1zPDWj76CbRAQ7InO2kPuW0IF/s1600-h/ch-123.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xfQuAOneaOuJ26Z-n5PmRT9zvBfagfVEtRuKV9ZJ0NcHHwxnpui9JVtszE8dIbLdFLDCx7J4-fmMK1bQtN20OfhBKhhPhqmR9gyl6mjr2wm1zPDWj76CbRAQ7InO2kPuW0IF/s320/ch-123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314921075174831154" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmVKB-GoTiYrGIsLlTY4i_l7ehRmXlmsqcgxSRtiN11F05D4MDbkfb9vlP5wVYQ3HlgPh7e0HErcRfFQMpHqMtQGaTjGDob1gIHUA0VrTUoShbbEwNIOmVtU3jzZokW1veNXu/s1600-h/ch-abc.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmVKB-GoTiYrGIsLlTY4i_l7ehRmXlmsqcgxSRtiN11F05D4MDbkfb9vlP5wVYQ3HlgPh7e0HErcRfFQMpHqMtQGaTjGDob1gIHUA0VrTUoShbbEwNIOmVtU3jzZokW1veNXu/s320/ch-abc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314921067740215170" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_Uzz1uyG6FCt9hHRByqlcvAyjCBy-rhKXPpkKzV__KV7WdWVj_Fe5B7GxuT-j07FIZBuGpM77HMlGIog6sRLjLRTKEoSIX1s9ypCV0Sjia45T6f_IO4X7f9LQqlLDbwr12hv/s1600-h/ch-c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_Uzz1uyG6FCt9hHRByqlcvAyjCBy-rhKXPpkKzV__KV7WdWVj_Fe5B7GxuT-j07FIZBuGpM77HMlGIog6sRLjLRTKEoSIX1s9ypCV0Sjia45T6f_IO4X7f9LQqlLDbwr12hv/s320/ch-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314921065676778354" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnx5qlaxHNq6WNrVs2FqV_b_zncAfq8vVJRRxixXCGfYwWtjn-pNEfdtMwWabSr5aOdcwi1ktEemYQ6B2Y-6Je9XLhsDH9FSsr_kVb8AUmz5fjm-Veu9FSZq1HHp9D9OHaZIY5/s1600-h/ch-e.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnx5qlaxHNq6WNrVs2FqV_b_zncAfq8vVJRRxixXCGfYwWtjn-pNEfdtMwWabSr5aOdcwi1ktEemYQ6B2Y-6Je9XLhsDH9FSsr_kVb8AUmz5fjm-Veu9FSZq1HHp9D9OHaZIY5/s320/ch-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314921061547883650" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Maddy's not quite so sure about the illustrations, but she sure thinks they taste good.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-24032635682260066122009-03-11T15:46:00.004-05:002009-03-11T15:50:01.055-05:00here's a listof things I never realized I used my abs for:<br /><ul><li>sleeping</li><li>walking</li><li>sitting</li><li>standing<br /></li><li>cooking</li></ul><br />Thanks to <a href="http://6weekfitnesschallenge.blogspot.com/">this</a>, I'm now well aware. On the bright side, I can still pick up 20-pound Maddy.mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-72645024596788186732009-03-11T14:16:00.002-05:002009-03-24T14:16:05.824-05:00this is what happenswhen emily and ryan come to town. Matt and Ryan play 'tough-guys' and Emily and I cook and play with the baby.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIBFj0LH7baNWyhTZMzCsKkeMQ-5clNT1g71mPAMnZhNt-2aOouVjc1Jm8hPRtzYYIqAyVGL4mkT8cfKH1iG4N46taYQwcGiY64_CFkHmAYz18I7oIjtOJ5CbRdZf2DWVthZj/s1600-h/Maddy+067.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIBFj0LH7baNWyhTZMzCsKkeMQ-5clNT1g71mPAMnZhNt-2aOouVjc1Jm8hPRtzYYIqAyVGL4mkT8cfKH1iG4N46taYQwcGiY64_CFkHmAYz18I7oIjtOJ5CbRdZf2DWVthZj/s320/Maddy+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351593600408578" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiPDoc-Mhj1ubm2MbkUOBylycl7U0z5diMC23nXy4fsTNzF2PzhakQRkFb_l5kcDsAR3hq5I2LjjNQ_m9iLduozjzTGqKQZ9CbMyHJFHR2kuPObU2MPW6TR1YW9N8Ad9_1nr7/s1600-h/Maddy+062.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiPDoc-Mhj1ubm2MbkUOBylycl7U0z5diMC23nXy4fsTNzF2PzhakQRkFb_l5kcDsAR3hq5I2LjjNQ_m9iLduozjzTGqKQZ9CbMyHJFHR2kuPObU2MPW6TR1YW9N8Ad9_1nr7/s320/Maddy+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351581381470722" border="0" /></a></div>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-5768243413005890432009-03-08T22:00:00.004-05:002009-03-08T22:08:02.828-05:00happy birthday, aimee!Today is Aimee's birthday and we went over to celebrate. It was fun to see them and to catch up with the <a href="http://costleyfamily.blogspot.com/">Costley's</a>, who I haven't seen in probably seven years.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkUz96rX_eLH9V1zr-d2l_dEsqCT9cwrw5TVmB87tPlF2815kMA86mPvgcy72MYsdarHH826kaJSos9YNTtrUvJl0xokTc6ViFQfoNGj680KwiuKby_ZeuP6kR8d2kpggCj39/s1600-h/Maddy+045.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkUz96rX_eLH9V1zr-d2l_dEsqCT9cwrw5TVmB87tPlF2815kMA86mPvgcy72MYsdarHH826kaJSos9YNTtrUvJl0xokTc6ViFQfoNGj680KwiuKby_ZeuP6kR8d2kpggCj39/s200/Maddy+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311018100545530002" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lbpWQZ-PiqBMNRxTHKzBwX71aE3xfJ3jWxOi1M01qvR3MHf_hyphenhyphenDysjSFFqvZoZ7dijpNVpC-qe1C8FxmADWTXmPw0FbDhJ8SCGIg14StVFbjOhdjM6eSkjK1hMLHtxg-mo0j/s1600-h/Maddy+051.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lbpWQZ-PiqBMNRxTHKzBwX71aE3xfJ3jWxOi1M01qvR3MHf_hyphenhyphenDysjSFFqvZoZ7dijpNVpC-qe1C8FxmADWTXmPw0FbDhJ8SCGIg14StVFbjOhdjM6eSkjK1hMLHtxg-mo0j/s200/Maddy+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311018096173885570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9prWj2dCzW5OcNAhHkbulsDZzLqomAGWNS-toOzx5toHwe0TtnG7nmx8EuZIbeqKtGYpIJ_wd4c12YREKUVTjdt9iDUesVIp9-Gg55wh8cJ_in5cEBQNTxBav4pwuEhQg84fy/s1600-h/Maddy+052.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9prWj2dCzW5OcNAhHkbulsDZzLqomAGWNS-toOzx5toHwe0TtnG7nmx8EuZIbeqKtGYpIJ_wd4c12YREKUVTjdt9iDUesVIp9-Gg55wh8cJ_in5cEBQNTxBav4pwuEhQg84fy/s200/Maddy+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311018089251175202" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqCsGKf-CtUvrSUI9nV3lZbv9rTqCkS8OAuKZzkJj5D5K125SrFwC0xYLJwWRKOBsV-Yek-2T2JcPf7fOwYTDOIJzVUIPhrrVZYf0Ddr_4cewietHzRludgWbMA4qAd2G-HSN/s1600-h/Maddy+055.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqCsGKf-CtUvrSUI9nV3lZbv9rTqCkS8OAuKZzkJj5D5K125SrFwC0xYLJwWRKOBsV-Yek-2T2JcPf7fOwYTDOIJzVUIPhrrVZYf0Ddr_4cewietHzRludgWbMA4qAd2G-HSN/s200/Maddy+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311018083190181666" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />All the little girls {there were seven(!) between us all} wanted to help put the candles on the cake and then Aimee gamely tried to blow them all out. Doesn't she look a little winded? And I realize that she looks a little ticked off in most of the pictures, but I think she had a good time. Right, Aim? Anyway, happy 21st birthday!mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-66283571301091713632009-03-04T15:30:00.004-06:002009-03-04T17:19:32.473-06:00are you up for a challenge?So, Stef had the great idea to do a 6-week <a href="http://hundredpushups.com/">push up</a> and <a href="http://www.twohundredsitups.com/">sit-up</a> challenge. The goal for these is overall strength and fitness, not really losing weight. Stef's whole idea is to have support and encouragement along the way. I know it's hard for me to do anything without having some sort of accountability to someone else. Who wants in on the action? Just leave a comment here and check out the details on <a href="http://doozer7.blogspot.com/2009/03/workin-on-my-fitness.html">Stef's post</a>. Maybe if there's enough interest, we'll set up another private blog or something to track our progress.<br /><br />I'm personally going to combine it with my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jillian-Michaels-30-Day-Shred/dp/B00127RAJY/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1236203370&sr=8-1">30 Day Shred</a> and/or 'couch to 5K' program. I figure my "I just had a baby" excuse has run out {now that Maddy's seven months old!} and now I just need to lose the weight!mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-57181205970129117322009-02-28T21:16:00.004-06:002009-02-28T21:35:48.829-06:00brookiejust got her very own email account. There are few things better than getting an email from your almost-8-year-old niece asking when you're coming to visit her. Even if she says she misses your husband the most.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2AIWJ2otKMfZQZmc18Nxjdkhp94g-IpBl0aEpXyr4lEDsqDHyxTZKtIfPtDliADnQ_k2D0q4qG-vSB3KcWhCC_eOSnlBhSkRMbrDfR2i4dhtys-14wnvj_qXOr11xEM9pmeg/s1600-h/Utah+085.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2AIWJ2otKMfZQZmc18Nxjdkhp94g-IpBl0aEpXyr4lEDsqDHyxTZKtIfPtDliADnQ_k2D0q4qG-vSB3KcWhCC_eOSnlBhSkRMbrDfR2i4dhtys-14wnvj_qXOr11xEM9pmeg/s400/Utah+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308055372068410210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">*picture taken almost two years ago up AF canyon. I need to take more pictures when I visit, apparently.</span>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-23987145588017350842009-02-11T11:38:00.003-06:002009-02-11T11:40:20.059-06:00to do: mini apple pies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CNErw6R2lsR2SeNzX9tzF2jApUXQT6nbGyvBHB19wUfdWrV9cE_0OoWup2Ll5A2Xai42vbp0Xgu7VB-u5bMVW1lJCE1X81uRPD9nAZ1tcz-ynMghXFbQ544f22DfJBi8CFyn/s1600-h/pie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CNErw6R2lsR2SeNzX9tzF2jApUXQT6nbGyvBHB19wUfdWrV9cE_0OoWup2Ll5A2Xai42vbp0Xgu7VB-u5bMVW1lJCE1X81uRPD9nAZ1tcz-ynMghXFbQ544f22DfJBi8CFyn/s400/pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301595606769485314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love <a href="http://twigandthistle.com/blog/2009/02/diy-sweetie-pie/">this</a> idea. What are the odds I actually make them??<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">{seen on <a href="http://designmom.com">design mom</a></span>}<br /></div>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478355.post-35110413794859382092009-02-03T09:06:00.003-06:002009-02-03T09:08:25.337-06:00happy half birthday!My baby is six months old today. I guess it's true - time flies when you're having fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPRCgQWhrqjvQW60dq_yoZczf0sFKfWOhftcxJeMbbvhEu63OHDjfb22_GhSXWtIi0bEyA9j6T28OhWyuFkawCa1EzIUSWnTxwuQKMi0BgTvUvYlKKiWvSLbuEuybYldOpdo_/s1600-h/Maddy+164-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPRCgQWhrqjvQW60dq_yoZczf0sFKfWOhftcxJeMbbvhEu63OHDjfb22_GhSXWtIi0bEyA9j6T28OhWyuFkawCa1EzIUSWnTxwuQKMi0BgTvUvYlKKiWvSLbuEuybYldOpdo_/s400/Maddy+164-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298587952931028226" border="0" /></a>mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795590527447306367noreply@blogger.com6