<?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-26816913</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:42:01.118-07:00</updated><category term='Life in Dothan'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='St. .Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Erin is a mommy'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>bretsgirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-7564675854879418354</id><published>2009-07-22T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:24:59.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZylbHHDsI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dDXCPyd_qmk/s1600-h/SDC10894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZylbHHDsI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dDXCPyd_qmk/s320/SDC10894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361098393689460418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started the morning off really early! Hannah was so excited about it being her birthday she could not stay in bed. She woke me up and proceeded to jump up and down with giddiness. Then she climbed in bed with me and Bret and waited until we could wake up! Once awake, we had Hannah's choice breakfast food - blueberry waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZyWSosn8I/AAAAAAAAAks/NDA6liouox4/s1600-h/SDC10908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZyWSosn8I/AAAAAAAAAks/NDA6liouox4/s320/SDC10908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361098133716377538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated at Chuck E Cheese! She got a lot of great stuff: books, earrings, pool stuff, gift card, nintendo ds and ds extras and TONS of candy (thanks to all of her aunts and uncles)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZyKT5-DwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LLRHjtDfkks/s1600-h/SDC10920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZyKT5-DwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LLRHjtDfkks/s320/SDC10920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097927898828546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She enjoyed eating a nintendo ds cake and then enjoyed playing a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZx-xEF-6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Fa3QToXfJ34/s1600-h/SDC10921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZx-xEF-6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Fa3QToXfJ34/s320/SDC10921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097729567488930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended the day with a ton of tickets - all thanks to her wonderful aunts and uncles and friends that gave all their winnings to her since it was her birthday ( so sweet)! She danced and danced with Chuck E and played til it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I say it was a pretty great day! I still cannot believe that I have a seven year old! But I am so thankful each and every day of those seven years and cannot wait to see what the Lord has in store for us in the future! Thank you Lord for such a wonderful gift! I treasure her so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-7564675854879418354?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7564675854879418354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=7564675854879418354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/7564675854879418354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/7564675854879418354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-started-morning-off-really-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SmZylbHHDsI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dDXCPyd_qmk/s72-c/SDC10894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-3374640377661019086</id><published>2009-06-28T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:27:13.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some cakes just don't make the cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SkfQbFnvr2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/VTa8K8G0vXQ/s1600-h/SDC10835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SkfQbFnvr2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/VTa8K8G0vXQ/s320/SDC10835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352475845937049442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I enjoyed making this cake, but it can't make the cake blog!  Transportation was a little rough on it and the front cracked.  I think it was the weight of the "diaper bag."  I am still learning a lot about cakes and transporting the heavy ones is a lesson I need to take real soon!    I think it turned out pretty well.  There are of course some things I would do differently.  That happens with any cake that I make for the first time.  I need to keep a book with instructions on how I made it and suggestions to make them better the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-3374640377661019086?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3374640377661019086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=3374640377661019086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3374640377661019086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3374640377661019086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-cakes-just-dont-make-cut-i-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SkfQbFnvr2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/VTa8K8G0vXQ/s72-c/SDC10835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-8543359724005886949</id><published>2009-06-04T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:32:30.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Son the Photographer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siieu-TTeYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ct095y7BGyQ/s1600-h/SDC10573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siieu-TTeYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ct095y7BGyQ/s320/SDC10573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343695487710230914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siiek0eWNmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tEDW47_l0eM/s1600-h/SDC10574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siiek0eWNmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tEDW47_l0eM/s320/SDC10574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343695313273501282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiieZ9MmQDI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4gb89OrjhCs/s1600-h/SDC10575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiieZ9MmQDI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4gb89OrjhCs/s320/SDC10575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343695126636412978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I normally don't just post pictures of me, but when my son comes up to me and says, "Mommy, Mommy...can I please take your picture?"  Well, how do you say no to such a sweet request.  I let him and these are what he came up with.  I think he did a pretty good job for a five year old!  I think his Aunt Emily should give him some lessons.  We could have a pro on our hands!  =o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-8543359724005886949?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8543359724005886949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=8543359724005886949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/8543359724005886949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/8543359724005886949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-son-photographer-i-normally-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siieu-TTeYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ct095y7BGyQ/s72-c/SDC10573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-4859059998863736390</id><published>2009-06-04T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:23:30.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Atlanta Fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started the day off by going to Trader Joe's.  What never heard of it?  Just ask my mother-in-law all about it!!  She loves this grocery store.  Well, I had to see what all the fuss was about.  It was a really cute store, very trendy, but I have to say, it was just a store!  Cynthia is at a loss for words because I didn't go bonkers over it.  But to each his own, right?  Don't get me started on any store that has an amazing organizing section!  =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Science Museum and looked around for a while.  The kids had fun and I don't have any pictures because I did a very bad thing.  I forgot my camera in the car!!!  How?  I don't know!  I seem to do that a lot though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the way to the Braves game, we had an interesting time.  Our car started over heating.  We really thought that we were going to be stranded in Atlanta.  Luckily, my handy man husband got it fixed well enough for us to keep on going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked the car and took a leisurely stroll to the stadium.  Hannah and Ian were fascinated by the big city!  They even wanted to walk through the cross walk tunnel.  They thought it was so neat that cars were driving on the road right above us!  This picture is of Bret telling the kids that the crack in the top was going to cause the road to cave in!  They are so use to him telling tall tales that they just look to me for verification or nullification!  I was laughing and shaking my head no so they knew they were safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siiah_2ucSI/AAAAAAAAAhs/37U9RcQBSmI/s1600-h/SDC10672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siiah_2ucSI/AAAAAAAAAhs/37U9RcQBSmI/s320/SDC10672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343690866742423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiaS5UKRtI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nhTF07fAuPI/s1600-h/SDC10675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiaS5UKRtI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nhTF07fAuPI/s320/SDC10675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343690607288796882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiaE7ybGpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/A9paAVhTyl8/s1600-h/SDC10676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiaE7ybGpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/A9paAVhTyl8/s320/SDC10676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343690367434431122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids played in the play area for a good little while before they finally got hungry.  We grabbed a bite to eat and watched all the fun right before the game.  Hannah and Ian even participated a little.  They played limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiZ4a57sFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/L7rrp8iFTYk/s1600-h/SDC10684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiZ4a57sFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/L7rrp8iFTYk/s320/SDC10684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343690152449126482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiZpzMKcWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MArsaZZEN1k/s1600-h/SDC10686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiZpzMKcWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MArsaZZEN1k/s320/SDC10686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343689901270004066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They each got a T-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;And they really wanted a "hammer" as Ian called it.&lt;br /&gt;So they spent their hard earned money a tomahawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiZbcNp9HI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NeXdpjPqQ9o/s1600-h/SDC10690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SiiZbcNp9HI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NeXdpjPqQ9o/s320/SDC10690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343689654584079474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we drove home.  The kids slept and we enjoyed the peace and quiet! &lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-4859059998863736390?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4859059998863736390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=4859059998863736390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4859059998863736390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4859059998863736390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/atlanta-fun-we-started-day-off-by-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Siiah_2ucSI/AAAAAAAAAhs/37U9RcQBSmI/s72-c/SDC10672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-4506223822130864323</id><published>2009-03-27T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:20:35.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. .Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;St. Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I am a little late with this post, but we had so much fun that I had to share it.  It all started when my husband spotted these pajama bottoms at the store.  He needed some new ones so I caved and bought them.  Well, the day before St. Patrick's Day, Bret tells me that he wants a day of green.  So we started plotting and planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc285bVbk1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/pryYB-7l_Lk/s1600-h/SDC10514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc285bVbk1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/pryYB-7l_Lk/s320/SDC10514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318114429770634066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the pants that start all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28tis11gI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6Tl78HTeSxo/s1600-h/SDC10508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28tis11gI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6Tl78HTeSxo/s320/SDC10508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318114225589442050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We start the day off with pancakes.  I don't know if you can tell, but they are green.  And yes, I did try to make them into shamrocks.  After trying about six times, I gave up and the rest were all traditionally round!  I did have to make my daughter's second helping into the shamrocks...she asked with the puppy dog eyes and she didn't care if they were not exactly right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast so late that it was really brunch.  Well, that threw my plans off a bit.  We were supposed to make shamrock cookies after lunch, but that would have put us too close to dinner.  So we nixed that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28eymm41I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5ZhBRW-FGOA/s1600-h/SDC10511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28eymm41I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5ZhBRW-FGOA/s320/SDC10511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113972160226130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner, we had Shepherd's Pie.  I had never made it before so I was excited to give it try.  Everyone really liked it except for my two.  Hannah and Ian dislike anything remotely tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28UL1fWOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ye3Kmi18j4Y/s1600-h/SDC10513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28UL1fWOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ye3Kmi18j4Y/s320/SDC10513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113789954971874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my adorable husband in all of his St. Patty's glory!!&lt;br /&gt;He is so proud of his outfit.  He actually wore his  pajamas all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28CAOf95I/AAAAAAAAAb4/wCuSrmgieRw/s1600-h/SDC10515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc28CAOf95I/AAAAAAAAAb4/wCuSrmgieRw/s320/SDC10515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113477600999314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My father-in-law showing a little St. Patty's spirit!  Business man during the day, Shamrock party animal at night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc272Oy1MvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/QlV9dSIYO5U/s1600-h/SDC10516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc272Oy1MvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/QlV9dSIYO5U/s320/SDC10516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113275353051890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it all off, we enjoyed with some lime sherbet.  Libby pointed out that it&lt;br /&gt;is not pronounced "sherbert" because there is no "r" in the second syllable.  I did not believe her&lt;br /&gt;but there really is not.  All these years I have been pronouncing it incorrectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that my husband came up with this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended without me getting pinched and we enjoyed many things green and Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-4506223822130864323?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4506223822130864323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=4506223822130864323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4506223822130864323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4506223822130864323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/st.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc285bVbk1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/pryYB-7l_Lk/s72-c/SDC10514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-2135262192489001776</id><published>2009-03-22T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:28:26.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Twilight - DVD Release Party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that the dvd was released, I went to the best party.  A group of fun women, good food, and vampires!!!  The pictures say it all!!  Amy, thank you so much for hosting such an awesome party.  I really had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2ymeMjSeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/87fL9jbeH5A/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2ymeMjSeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/87fL9jbeH5A/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318103109004904930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could this sign be any truer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yXK1TPXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/eNy0jhA7dUE/s1600-h/IMG_6193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yXK1TPXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/eNy0jhA7dUE/s320/IMG_6193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102846109072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't drink this wine.  It was just too cool.  Perfect occasion to bring out the vampire wine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yS2PqyGI/AAAAAAAAAao/VksBTa3IuKU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yS2PqyGI/AAAAAAAAAao/VksBTa3IuKU/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102771863046242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to bring something super cute to the party.  This is what I came up with.  They were so much fun to make!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yO76skkI/AAAAAAAAAag/QAwydUkkVa8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yO76skkI/AAAAAAAAAag/QAwydUkkVa8/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102704666219074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does Amy know how to throw a party or what???&lt;br /&gt;The food was fantastic and the decorations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yHdrX5lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nwP9iLHHimA/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yHdrX5lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nwP9iLHHimA/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102576289801810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yD06FMcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Tea3bpW3sbc/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2yD06FMcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Tea3bpW3sbc/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102513806029250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2x7DQAhrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CDC6OwnwRRU/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2x7DQAhrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CDC6OwnwRRU/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102363037271730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great night.  It was so much fun watching the movie with everyone.  The commentaries were my favorite!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-2135262192489001776?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2135262192489001776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=2135262192489001776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2135262192489001776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2135262192489001776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-dvd-release-party-day-that-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/Sc2ymeMjSeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/87fL9jbeH5A/s72-c/9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-6384709943689540160</id><published>2009-03-01T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:09:18.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SNOW!!!!  SNOW!!!  SNOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last time it snowed in Alabaster, my family was in Mobile.  Did it snow there?  Nope!  Hannah and Ian were so disappointed.  They got to school on Monday and everyone was talking about the snow.  They even drew pictures about their snow filled weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not this time!!!  We were here and we enjoyed ourselves to the fullest!!!  We made snowmen &amp;amp; snow-women!  We had snow ball fights!  They really hurt if you got hit in the face!  And we tried to slide down the hill in the front yard.  That one didn't go so well.  Just not enough hill...oh well, it was fun trying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fun in the snow...we came inside and enjoyed a nice warm (not hot-they are only 5 &amp;amp; 6) cup of cocoa.  Then we enjoyed a nice big bowl of chili!!   Okay, so Hannah and Ian won't eat chili, but everyone else enjoyed it.  They ate a hotdog.  I know-of all things!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could the day get any better?  If I only had the video of Snow Day!  That would have topped it all off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures that capture the fun we had this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasDgy8icII/AAAAAAAAAX4/DH0D30wiiKo/s1600-h/SDC10424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasDgy8icII/AAAAAAAAAX4/DH0D30wiiKo/s320/SDC10424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308340447752646786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasEX_ACFII/AAAAAAAAAYI/aufTRiNympM/s1600-h/SDC10420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasEX_ACFII/AAAAAAAAAYI/aufTRiNympM/s320/SDC10420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308341395881333890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasEq33XRsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qUkoFdGc7_M/s1600-h/SDC10425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasEq33XRsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qUkoFdGc7_M/s320/SDC10425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308341720383440578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasE6kUkBjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JJoyE_sdGcI/s1600-h/SDC10426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasE6kUkBjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JJoyE_sdGcI/s320/SDC10426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308341990015108658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasFZ3cvheI/AAAAAAAAAYo/J7PmPXG98nw/s1600-h/SDC10434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasFZ3cvheI/AAAAAAAAAYo/J7PmPXG98nw/s320/SDC10434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308342527725635042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasF1X-WIQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/u19iVDbA-JY/s1600-h/SDC10440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasF1X-WIQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/u19iVDbA-JY/s320/SDC10440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308343000312979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasGl4s3CFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pfi-xMapf8M/s1600-h/SDC10446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasGl4s3CFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pfi-xMapf8M/s320/SDC10446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308343833731729490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasGyJIqRrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_VOQBjC5LvM/s1600-h/SDC10447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasGyJIqRrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_VOQBjC5LvM/s320/SDC10447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308344044301731506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not my finest hour, but I did have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-6384709943689540160?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6384709943689540160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=6384709943689540160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/6384709943689540160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/6384709943689540160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-snow-snow-last-time-it-snowed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SasDgy8icII/AAAAAAAAAX4/DH0D30wiiKo/s72-c/SDC10424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-2495984071689149374</id><published>2009-02-01T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:50:48.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;January Favorites!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYv024uSII/AAAAAAAAAWY/DHXADHe0BbA/s1600-h/SDC10219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYv024uSII/AAAAAAAAAWY/DHXADHe0BbA/s320/SDC10219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297974596781099138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah lost her first tooth.  She is in her bed getting ready to go to sleep.  She is so excited about the tooth fairy visiting her for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYwcj7BbVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tFnu77yu9jM/s1600-h/SDC10241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYwcj7BbVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tFnu77yu9jM/s320/SDC10241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297975278885236050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah lost her second tooth about a week later!  She decided to give her two dollars to a fund raiser for some children in Guatemala.  I'm so proud of her!  And...she just told me that she has another tooth that is becoming a little jiggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYwvuPEvZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/R_aIcUmK-zI/s1600-h/SDC10248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYwvuPEvZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/R_aIcUmK-zI/s320/SDC10248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297975608071208338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this note card on Hannah's bedside table.  I knew that it was the Bible verse that she was studying for the week, but wondered why she wrote on an index card.  She told me she did it to help her study.  She has seen her aunts, uncles and Gigi do this to learn scripture.  I hope she continues this study habit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYxTF0HR_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/6plCSsIcmAA/s1600-h/SDC10275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYxTF0HR_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/6plCSsIcmAA/s320/SDC10275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297976215696001010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I learned who General Greivous was and even turned him into a cake decoration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been enjoying working with Ian (I just don't have any pictures).  I am trying to get him ready for K-5!  I can't believe he starts in August!  My baby is getting big.  I think that means we need to have another!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-2495984071689149374?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2495984071689149374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=2495984071689149374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2495984071689149374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2495984071689149374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-favorites-hannah-lost-her-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SYYv024uSII/AAAAAAAAAWY/DHXADHe0BbA/s72-c/SDC10219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-4835455526785026813</id><published>2009-01-01T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:35:14.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;How do your kids earn money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;When most kids want to earn money they get to do chores or open a lemonade stand.  Some just ask their parents if they can have some money.  Not at our house though...no not at ours.  If any of you know my husband, Bret, you know that very little is done in a normal way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To give  you a little back story.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ian is sitting at the desk one day and has Hannah's glue stick in his hand.  My husband then says, "Hey Ian, I'll give you a dollar if you lick that glue stick."  Ian, of course, jumps at the opportunity and licks the glue.  Bret pays up and Hannah wants in on the money making scheme and immediately licks the glue.  She then says, "I licked the glue, where is my dollar?"  Bret responded by saying, "I didn't offer you a dollar to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; lick the glue.  You just did it for free."  So Hannah starts be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV6j685ULjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RpKWAGV928A/s1600-h/SDC10169.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;gging, "What can I do to get a dollar, Daddy?"  Bret begins his scheming!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Fast forward a week.  We are in Georgia at my sister's house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Bret sees some cat food and offers Hannah a dollar to eat two pieces.  You have to understand that this child won't even eat meat.  She will not eat chicken, hamburger, steak....no meat!!!!  So I didn't think she would do it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Ohd3aHrI/AAAAAAAAASw/Q0LIMzeEXYk/s320/SDC10166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was very doubtful, but in the end.....she did it!   She got her dollar!  I was laughing and telling Bret that he should have made her eat rice baby food because she was saying it smelled disgusting just the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0O9p7tAwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/p9vQwN049BA/s1600-h/SDC10167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0O9p7tAwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/p9vQwN049BA/s320/SDC10167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286397989993906946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Tq-KM2VI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LxrgoDtpLfw/s1600-h/SDC10149.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hannah then piped up and said she would eat a spoonful for another dollar.  Well, of course, Ian got in and they started a bidding war.  I will eat two spoonfuls....three....four....five...six...seven....eight...and Hannah won with nine.  Well, Aunt Erin made a small bowl of rice baby cereal and Hannah was pretty pumped that she was about to earn another dollar.  Look how excited she was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Tq-KM2VI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LxrgoDtpLfw/s320/SDC10149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286403166564047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't take long for her excitement to change to disgust.  She ran to the bathroom and spit it out, forfeiting her shot at a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0TNFQFOEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8JP5Cc45qDo/s1600-h/SDC10150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0TNFQFOEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8JP5Cc45qDo/s320/SDC10150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286402653071685698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Ian starting chanting, "My turn, my turn!" So we gave him an opportunity to earn a dollar.  He was thrilled.  I guess he wasn't paying attention to Hannah's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0S5tWngEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zBV5dmMLf-g/s1600-h/SDC10151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0S5tWngEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zBV5dmMLf-g/s320/SDC10151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286402320239132738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He took a very small bite the first time and had a hard time swallowing, but since that wasn't the deal (it had to be a whole bite) he was willing to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Sr2fMOtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FT5bTsLO2ec/s1600-h/SDC10152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Sr2fMOtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FT5bTsLO2ec/s320/SDC10152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286402082172844754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't stay down for long.  I tried to step in and give him something to throw up in when he started gagging, but I didn't make it in time.  Ian has a bad gag reflex.  Once he starts, he can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0R0uCF-vI/AAAAAAAAATw/atqsTenE8pY/s1600-h/SDC10156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0R0uCF-vI/AAAAAAAAATw/atqsTenE8pY/s320/SDC10156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286401135010511602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since he did actually swallow it and it made him up chuck, we decided he earned the dollar.  This picture makes up laugh because he is holding the dollar and the cup full of grossness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0RjHHTAHI/AAAAAAAAATo/blxE5R276jI/s1600-h/SDC10157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0RjHHTAHI/AAAAAAAAATo/blxE5R276jI/s320/SDC10157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286400832505577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He doesn't look happy here, but he really is...look at the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0RK0sGd4I/AAAAAAAAATg/NYVc0X6a7I8/s1600-h/SDC10159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0RK0sGd4I/AAAAAAAAATg/NYVc0X6a7I8/s320/SDC10159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286400415242811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Q4rV3BfI/AAAAAAAAATY/8QEOQLPV_NQ/s1600-h/SDC10165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Q4rV3BfI/AAAAAAAAATY/8QEOQLPV_NQ/s320/SDC10165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286400103495960050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't completely heartless.  We decided that since Hannah did try the baby food that she should get another dollar.  See how happy she is with the money she made! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV6j685ULjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RpKWAGV928A/s1600-h/SDC10169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV6j685ULjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RpKWAGV928A/s320/SDC10169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286843245753806386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-4835455526785026813?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4835455526785026813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=4835455526785026813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4835455526785026813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4835455526785026813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-your-kids-earn-money-when-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SV0Ohd3aHrI/AAAAAAAAASw/Q0LIMzeEXYk/s72-c/SDC10166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-3190056218865928078</id><published>2008-12-21T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:08:48.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's almost Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every year my mother-in-law has all the grandchildren over to he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r house to make ornaments and some type of Christmas cookie creation.  This year we made snowmen ornaments and some yummy Graham Cracker houses. I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this idea one year while I was teaching.  Some parents brought in Graham crackers glued to a small milk box in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he shape of a ginger bread house.  Well, we don't do individual milk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ners&lt;/span&gt; at my home so when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I stumbled on to Tanya's blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e &lt;a href="http://comeandpeek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Baker&lt;/a&gt;,  I was inspired to give it a try without the drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First the older girls, Cynthia, Emily, Libby, Hallie, Zoe and I, start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed the day off right by going to see &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; (some for the first time and others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the second).  For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ose&lt;/span&gt; who are obsessed with the series completely understand the need for more and the addiction it creates.  I can't help myself, okay!  Hello, my name is Delilah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hooten&lt;/span&gt; and I am a Twilight junkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pulling myself back in -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is the perfect way to pass the time?  DANCING!!  While I prepared the "gingerbread houses" the kids did a little break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; dancing!  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we pulled out Micheal Jackson's "BEAT IT" and let our kids go crazy.  Here is t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he proof.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h we would have captured this on video.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6dA5EAKQI/AAAAAAAAARA/yGYNDSkRc88/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6dA5EAKQI/AAAAAAAAARA/yGYNDSkRc88/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282332051595340034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6dNfMtYDI/AAAAAAAAARI/t1P-NpD2WpM/s1600-h/IMG_5065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6dNfMtYDI/AAAAAAAAARI/t1P-NpD2WpM/s320/IMG_5065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282332267990835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And what do you think the older kids and grown ups did while all this wild dancing was going on?  Laughing?...Well, yes, but the grown ups didn't get left out of the fun...What is a night without a little bit of guitar hero?  And did I hear someone say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt;?"  Yeah, baby!!  Dance Em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dawg&lt;/span&gt; and Hal-G the Punk Rocker!!!  This even stopped the kiddos from their dancing.  They are all so intrigued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6uWHy-HoI/AAAAAAAAARY/2HFHX1zmRtg/s1600-h/IMG_5074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6uWHy-HoI/AAAAAAAAARY/2HFHX1zmRtg/s320/IMG_5074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282351108025360002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone worked up a great appetite after all that dancing!  They were able to enjoy a very healthy meal of chili cheese dogs and chili-cheese fries.  Then we got down to business and made our snowman ornaments.  I will admit I also have a thing for Snowmen.  Every year I choose the ornaments and for the past three years they have been snowmen.  Emily, I will be handing off the ornament making to you next year.  Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ybe&lt;/span&gt; that way we can break this vicious cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6boEGAO2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8c_T9QSdkoI/s1600-h/IMG_5056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6boEGAO2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8c_T9QSdkoI/s320/IMG_5056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282330525548165986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me preparing the snowmen earlier that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6v6gqodZI/AAAAAAAAARg/jHvNhbZVSTo/s1600-h/IMG_5078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6v6gqodZI/AAAAAAAAARg/jHvNhbZVSTo/s320/IMG_5078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282352832688190866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU60GN3lNKI/AAAAAAAAARo/yX7fAvmN43M/s1600-h/IMG_5089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU60GN3lNKI/AAAAAAAAARo/yX7fAvmN43M/s320/IMG_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282357431847171234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU64bLha74I/AAAAAAAAARw/JLEkCGrgiYQ/s1600-h/IMG_5105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU64bLha74I/AAAAAAAAARw/JLEkCGrgiYQ/s320/IMG_5105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282362190041116546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the finished products!  Didn't they turn out great!  And if you are counting - Yes, even some of the adults made ornaments too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next on the agenda: The Graham Cracker "gingerbread" houses.  The kids had so much fun making them.  They all had their unique style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some took it seriously...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU67Pvea52I/AAAAAAAAAR4/gIxfWQ2hj5A/s1600-h/IMG_5120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU67Pvea52I/AAAAAAAAAR4/gIxfWQ2hj5A/s320/IMG_5120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282365292068661090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some just had fun and got messy...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6859WfWEI/AAAAAAAAASA/lzhrAF0RCds/s1600-h/IMG_5108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6859WfWEI/AAAAAAAAASA/lzhrAF0RCds/s320/IMG_5108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282367116859627586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some enjoyed snacking...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6_A0heHkI/AAAAAAAAASI/vaLJDjbZq8I/s1600-h/IMG_5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6_A0heHkI/AAAAAAAAASI/vaLJDjbZq8I/s320/IMG_5119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282369433772105282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some just dug into the house and started eating!  Ava, I like your style, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU7A0AX8y3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/BOX_wR3FYJk/s1600-h/IMG_5115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU7A0AX8y3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/BOX_wR3FYJk/s320/IMG_5115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282371412638354290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, everyone had a great time.  Now we just have to wait a few more days for Santa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-3190056218865928078?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3190056218865928078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=3190056218865928078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3190056218865928078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3190056218865928078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-christmas-every-year-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SU6dA5EAKQI/AAAAAAAAARA/yGYNDSkRc88/s72-c/IMG_5064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-5729633133977502070</id><published>2008-12-11T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:43:04.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://comeandpeek.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiddling-around-giveaway-blog-challenge.html"&gt;"Fiddling Around" (Giveaway &amp;amp; Blog Challenge Fun!)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't been to see Sunday Baker's website at &lt;a href="http://www.comeandpeek.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.comeandpeek.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you need to go and read about her latest blog. She tells all about a website called the Photo Fiddle: &lt;a href="http://photofiddle.com/index.php?act=home2"&gt;http://photofiddle.com/index.php?act=home2&lt;/a&gt;. It takes normal photos and turns them into great artwork. Go check it out.  She is also having an awesome giveaway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could have any photo made into beautiful artwork, it would be this one: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278743793830872930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SUHdgzOWR2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/tKWEfXd-j4Q/s320/101_2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-5729633133977502070?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5729633133977502070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=5729633133977502070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/5729633133977502070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/5729633133977502070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiddling-around-giveaway-blog-challenge.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SUHdgzOWR2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/tKWEfXd-j4Q/s72-c/101_2027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-2416686171600789051</id><published>2008-12-06T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:01:03.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Party Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-party-frock-giveaway.html"&gt;Dinner Party Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't Hannah look adorable in this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-2416686171600789051?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-party-frock-giveaway.html' title='Dinner Party Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2416686171600789051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=2416686171600789051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2416686171600789051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2416686171600789051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-party-frock-giveaway.html' title='Dinner Party Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-2317924082462344037</id><published>2008-11-23T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:18:05.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Working at the Auto Show Kid's Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Ian came to the Auto Show Kid's Fair to see me and the rest of the family. They had so much going down the big inflatable slide. I got some really good pictures of them. Here are just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnSTkWjhTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CSbQiq4OFZ4/s1600-h/IMG_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271976072431502642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnSTkWjhTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CSbQiq4OFZ4/s320/IMG_4258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnSGK0oqUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kZ3hfT1lk_o/s1600-h/IMG_4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnR321TOiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/A6rgrIzHw5I/s1600-h/IMG_4256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271975596355959330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnR321TOiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/A6rgrIzHw5I/s320/IMG_4256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was thrilled to see Big Al. David especially. He is Alabama's number one fan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnRliOVqsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cRp6iUbhC1g/s1600-h/IMG_4232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271975281586186946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnRliOVqsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cRp6iUbhC1g/s320/IMG_4232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we couldn't help, but act goofy in our spare time. The object of this game was to knock down the fat cats. Your job is to find the one that doesn't belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnRVq4hdoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I34oVvS602c/s1600-h/IMG_4204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271975009032697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnRVq4hdoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I34oVvS602c/s320/IMG_4204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards the end of the fair, I had to go under cover! My kids were shocked when they found out that Sponge Bob was their mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnRJpmCqzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oGZ-TWz-STU/s1600-h/IMG_4296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271974802528316210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnRJpmCqzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oGZ-TWz-STU/s320/IMG_4296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/26816913-2317924082462344037?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2317924082462344037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=2317924082462344037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2317924082462344037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/2317924082462344037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-at-auto-show-kids-fair-hannah.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnSTkWjhTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CSbQiq4OFZ4/s72-c/IMG_4258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-721096927902982201</id><published>2008-11-23T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:51:42.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes it is okay to mess up...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, Ian's birthday was this week. I wanted to make him something special on his actual birthday, but I didn't want to make a huge cake since I was going to make one for his party a few days after. So I began my search.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love searching the internet for cake ideas. I have found some blogs that I ritually return to for ideas and inspiration. Bakerella is one of my favorites. (Thank you Karen for telling me about this blog). She posted a blog about cupcake bites. I wanted to give them a try because lets be honest, little bites of cake with icing mixed in and then coated in chocolate...who wouldn't want to eat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get all of the ingredients and go at it. Things are going along fine because I am following the directions exactly. But when I go back and look at the pictures of what my little balls of yum are supposed look like-small cake-like cupcakes- and then look at what mine actually do look like-soggy little brownie-like cupcakes, I think all is lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't give up. I continue on and this is what I ended up with. They look pretty good on the outside. I should have used less icing when I mixed it up and coated them in a lighter brown chocolate. I couldn't put M&amp;amp;M's on top because my little man is allergic to peanuts.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271968113455963762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnLES26nnI/AAAAAAAAANU/1Ta77kn_YeU/s320/IMG_4387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see  what bakerella's look like:  Go to her site: &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-your-cupcakes-pop.html"&gt;http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-your-cupcakes-pop.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what mine look like on the inside: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271969121688610386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnL--0T5lI/AAAAAAAAANk/V3rsYid3S8Y/s320/IMG_4396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though mine were a little too moist, my family loved them. I am going to try them again soon, but I think I will try to make them into cake pops, make them round and put less icing in the cake. I can't wait to get started again! You know what they say, practice makes perfect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-721096927902982201?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/721096927902982201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=721096927902982201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/721096927902982201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/721096927902982201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-it-is-okay-to-mess-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnLES26nnI/AAAAAAAAANU/1Ta77kn_YeU/s72-c/IMG_4387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-3449918340715032938</id><published>2008-11-23T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:18:42.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My baby is 5 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe Ian is now five. The years are going to by too quickly. My sweet cooing little baby that loved to cuddle and sleep on my chest is now a rambucious little guy that loves to dress up as super heros. He is still sweet, but he has is mischevious side as well. I can't get over how big he is and much fun he is to be around. Here are some of my favorite things about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He has the best memory. He can memorize any song and jingle he hears AND he loves to sing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few funnies: The four of us are in the car and as we pass a Title Max sign, my little man starts singing, "Get your title back with Title max." Bret and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He did that every time we drove by the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite shows is The Office. The eposide where Andy woos Angela by singing to her is one of my favorite songs now and I have it as my ring tone. Well, my sweet boy knows all the words now (all the words to the song that my cell phones sings, anyway). Here is the song if you haven't heard it...I will have to record Ian singing it for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3lUscxJi88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3lUscxJi88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the point, Bret and I are watching The Office one night and Ian sits up (he is supposed to be sleeping) and starts singing the song. SO Funny!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When he is acting a part: He puts everything into it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Halloween this year he dressed up as The Hulk! Bret told him to say "Hulk wants candy!" instead of "Trick or Treat." You can believe that he stayed in character ALL night. Every door he went to heard "Hulk wants candy!" in Ian's very best Hulk voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ian so expressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one reason Bret and I were looking forward to his birthday is because we knew we would see the best expressions on his face. Here are a few of our favorites!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnD6ok7ZpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A7yvPK4ukUU/s1600-h/IMG_4320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271960250906011282" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnD6ok7ZpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A7yvPK4ukUU/s320/IMG_4320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnDi21qo7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/XFbAy8-BL_Q/s1600-h/IMG_4321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271959842417451954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnDi21qo7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/XFbAy8-BL_Q/s320/IMG_4321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnEMlb5EvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pj69KfO2m8k/s1600-h/IMG_4331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271960559300449010" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnEMlb5EvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pj69KfO2m8k/s320/IMG_4331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnEynB7hQI/AAAAAAAAANE/E_-6GstjqyQ/s1600-h/IMG_4352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271961212563457282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnEynB7hQI/AAAAAAAAANE/E_-6GstjqyQ/s320/IMG_4352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnFBwTIpdI/AAAAAAAAANM/EmiRbvIHjZM/s1600-h/IMG_4367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271961472749577682" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnFBwTIpdI/AAAAAAAAANM/EmiRbvIHjZM/s320/IMG_4367.jpg" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-3449918340715032938?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3449918340715032938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=3449918340715032938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3449918340715032938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3449918340715032938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-baby-is-5-years-old-i-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SSnD6ok7ZpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A7yvPK4ukUU/s72-c/IMG_4320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-3802352755011009138</id><published>2008-10-26T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:03:14.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Moving...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQURMEJJ9VI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VODbsw32j-4/s1600-h/102608_19271%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630638620538194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQURMEJJ9VI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VODbsw32j-4/s320/102608_19271%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQURHN9h-_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CJ7BFU1YYI/s1600-h/102608_19291%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630555356789746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQURHN9h-_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CJ7BFU1YYI/s320/102608_19291%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are four days away from loading the moving truck and heading back to Alabaster. We are so close to being finished. My kitchen looks like a tornado has hit it, but I know things have to get a little messy in order for it to get clean and organized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to figure how to put food on the table the last few nights we are here without having to cook and without having to eat junk food. Well, my room moms from my class called and volunteered to cook us dinner Monday and Tuesday. I am so excited and feel so blessed. That completely takes care of my problem. Now all I have to do is run the dishwasher tonight and Bret will box up the rest of the kitchen for me. I precooked some meatloaf so we can have meatloaf sandwiches for lunches the next couple of days. This is Bret's new favorite sandwich so it is a treat for him. We will be eating junk food for breakfast, but Hannah and Ian are all excited about the Poptarts. They haven't eaten these in so long. I won't let them have them until tomorrow morning and you would think they were waiting to open a present. They are so giddy.  What is it about those things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Hannah and Ian had fun playing with the neighbors and the dogs.  Don't you remember when you played so hard outside that you could barely keep your eyes open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the dogs are tired! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQUQ_lO4nvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1qqVX4BOzPY/s1600-h/102608_19261%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630424164638450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQUQ_lO4nvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1qqVX4BOzPY/s320/102608_19261%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630302754670674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQUQ4g8fiFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6Ec4L7fzv0o/s320/102608_19281%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/26816913-3802352755011009138?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3802352755011009138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=3802352755011009138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3802352755011009138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3802352755011009138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SQURMEJJ9VI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VODbsw32j-4/s72-c/102608_19271%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-7018256927114605401</id><published>2008-10-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:42:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My New Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created a cake blog. I will be posting all of my cakes on there. I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakesbydelilah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.cakesbydelilah.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-7018256927114605401?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7018256927114605401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=7018256927114605401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/7018256927114605401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/7018256927114605401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-blog-i-have-created-cake-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-737965338170862992</id><published>2008-10-15T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:57:07.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Dothan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's new with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I have aged another year. I am now 29 years old...one year away from 30. Some think that is a big deal, but I hear life in your 30's is awesome. So bring it on world...I'm ready! The question I had to ask myself is, how does one celebrate their 29th birthday? I decided to dig deep down inside and pull out the kid hiding within and go to Pizza Kastle! Okay, so I didn't have to dig that far because the kid inside isn't really hiding, but it sounded good, didn't it? &lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never heard of this palce, Pizza Kastle is similar to Chuck-E-Cheese, but also has a mini golf course.&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went and played a round and the all time winner was.....drum roll please........my husband. That's right ladies and gentlemen, even on my birthday-my dear sweet husband kicked my butt (sorry mom...I know that term isn't lady like) on the mini golf course!!! Ian even got a hole-in-one (with my help, of course)! I think that should have reflected on my score as well, but I couldn't pull it off again. The hole-in-one even eluded my sweet and adorable hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another new thing some of you know, but others may not...we are moving again! Yep, for the third time this year, my family will be packing up and heading out. First we moved from Alabaster to Mobile, then from Mobile to Dothan. Now it will be from Dothan back to Alabaster. The firm my husband works for is closing the office that we moved here to open. I guess the economy is effecting everyone in one way or the other. My wonderful mother-in-law/best friend is opening her home to us until we can find employment. Please be in prayer for us during our search. We don't know where the Lord is going to take us, but we know He is walking-I would even say, carrying us through right now. He has been good to us and will continue to lead us in the direction He wants us to go in. I know the Lord doesn't give us anything that we cannot handle. I have my moments of wigging out, but continue to go back to scripture for my strength. If you have any good ones, please share them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, since I am heading back home to all those who know I make cakes, I will be starting that back up again. I have been thinking of a name for a cake blog so I can post all of my work. Do you have any ideas? My sil, Emily, has a blog for her picture business called &lt;em&gt;I Like Pictures&lt;/em&gt; and my mil thinks I should name it &lt;em&gt;I Like Cake&lt;/em&gt;. What do you think of that? Someone has also suggested &lt;em&gt;Cakes by Delilah. &lt;/em&gt;My husband thinks that is a little boring and we should have something that is a bit catchier. Any help would be greatly appreciated!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-737965338170862992?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/737965338170862992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=737965338170862992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/737965338170862992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/737965338170862992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-new-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-5770305734687935567</id><published>2008-09-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:49:35.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 Quirky Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o, I've been tagged....Here it goes, I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.)When I was in high school, I had to drive my grandmother's car to school.  The bad part of it - it was old and VERY loud.  It also had a license plate tag that read "was his!"  And to top it all off, it really "was his."  My grandmother kept that car after she and her husband got a divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3UYjKc0wI/AAAAAAAAACY/zHkknuJITdo/s1600-h/ExCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3UYjKc0wI/AAAAAAAAACY/zHkknuJITdo/s320/ExCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246082659177517826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If only my granny's car looked this nice.  I wouldn't have minded driving it as much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2).  I taught my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; sign language before she could talk because I couldn't handle the whining and fussing.  It really helped.  She could communicate with me and the whining stopped, well almost anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3).  I used to say "cent" instead of "cents."  You know..."I have twenty-five cent."  My husband loves to point out those little things.  I am correcting them little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4).  I once fed my little brother and sister mud pies and told them that our mom told me to fix them lunch and they would get in trouble if they didn't eat it.  And yes, they ate it!  heeheehee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5).  I REALLY dislike doing the laundry - the whole thing...folding, putting them up, and definitely ironing!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3XE5jmjVI/AAAAAAAAACg/HafWq0A_-B4/s1600-h/100_2665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3XE5jmjVI/AAAAAAAAACg/HafWq0A_-B4/s320/100_2665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246085620126092626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This nicely divided stack of clothing has been here since this morning.  It will probably still be there tomorrow morning.  In my defense, I have done other things today...like blog (twice)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6).  I still get my right and left confused.  My poor parents were late for my college graduation because I told them to turn right and they were supposed to turn left.  Ooops!!  My sister jokes around and calls them my reft and light-maybe one day I will get them correct!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3ZKOSLWmI/AAAAAAAAACo/D72dm5SqHXk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3ZKOSLWmI/AAAAAAAAACo/D72dm5SqHXk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246087910612752994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Okay, so this picture is a little strange.  Kind of weirds me out a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7).  One more for bonus!  I love exclamation points!  I can't help adding them to the end of most of my sentences!  Usually with more than one!!!!  =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3Sfv4WlWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aTRk_zyaPKE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3Sfv4WlWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aTRk_zyaPKE/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246080583827101026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sooo, I tag: Page, Cynthia, and Stephi.  I would tag more, but no one else reads my blog except Virge and she tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-5770305734687935567?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5770305734687935567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=5770305734687935567' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/5770305734687935567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/5770305734687935567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-quirky-things-so-ive-been-tagged-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SM3UYjKc0wI/AAAAAAAAACY/zHkknuJITdo/s72-c/ExCar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-8395710601427771223</id><published>2008-09-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:14:29.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hannah is getting a loose tooth.  To most parents that isn't a big deal, but to me it is huge.  I get chills and try to hold back my gag reflex every time a student shows me theirs.  I have been dreading this with my own.  I have trained my students to just tell me when one is loose or when they have lost one.  Now, I need to work on that with Hannah.  She can show her daddy as much as she likes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night, Hannah came up to me so excited.  She is getting her first real loose tooth.  She has two that are a little loose from a scooter board incident.  This one is loose all on its own.  Of course, she began with the tooth fairy questions.  She asked what would happen if you lost the tooth. She asked, "Do you write the tooth fairy a letter?"  I told her that she could do that.  Then with her sweet little grin she asks,  "Mommy, could I pray and ask God for sweet dreams?  Then I will smile while I am asleep and the tooth fairy can see that I am missing a tooth."  Smiling and giggling, I told her that was a possibility as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah knows exactly how to make me smile-even turning a gross event (a loose tooth) into something that will always bring a smile to my face and giggle to the surface.  I love that little girl!  Thank you Lord for allowing me to have the privilege of raising her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-8395710601427771223?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8395710601427771223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=8395710601427771223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/8395710601427771223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/8395710601427771223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-3369135764111750240</id><published>2008-09-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:23:57.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMvYyojFrnI/AAAAAAAAACI/DzKHr4FbhvA/s1600-h/wd-blinkie2-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMvYyojFrnI/AAAAAAAAACI/DzKHr4FbhvA/s320/wd-blinkie2-2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524555392724594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My friend Virge is an amazing scrapbooker! &lt;br /&gt;If you like to scrapbook....go check out this event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Join us at Wrapper's Delight for a weekend long crafting time, fabulous classes, make and takes, prizes, and much more! Visit http://scrapetcevents.blogspot.com/ for more information!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-3369135764111750240?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3369135764111750240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=3369135764111750240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3369135764111750240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3369135764111750240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-friend-virge-is-amazing-scrapbooker.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMvYyojFrnI/AAAAAAAAACI/DzKHr4FbhvA/s72-c/wd-blinkie2-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-3287378150902734241</id><published>2008-09-06T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:49:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                      Just like Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can I even begin to tell you how excited I was when Hannah said that she wanted to be a cheerleader! I know she is only six and she can change her mind anytime between now and high school, but it was so exciting. Our school had a mini-cheer class for two days this past week. Hannah signed up for it and had a blast. All the girls that signed up got a t-shirt and did the dance they learned for the pep rally and during half-time at the game last night. I took my video camera and recorded the whole thing so I don't have any pictures to show you of her on the field, but here are a couple of her before half-time. Maybe, I will figure out how to put the video on here. I will look into it, but don't hold your breath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMqIhErgrI/AAAAAAAAACA/Gjv4CCkV6x0/s1600-h/100_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMqIhErgrI/AAAAAAAAACA/Gjv4CCkV6x0/s320/100_2663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243080716994708146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMpdL7ChEI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZwLKyQseYhc/s1600-h/100_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMpdL7ChEI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZwLKyQseYhc/s320/100_2661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243079972582753346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hannah is on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-3287378150902734241?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3287378150902734241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=3287378150902734241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3287378150902734241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3287378150902734241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-like-mommy-can-i-even-begin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMqIhErgrI/AAAAAAAAACA/Gjv4CCkV6x0/s72-c/100_2663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-4901416743150709638</id><published>2008-09-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:05:41.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erin is a mommy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sweet Little Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is official! My little sister is a mommy! God gave Erin the best gift anyone could ever receive on her own birthday. On September 2, 2008 at 5:05 in the afternoon Evynn Elizabeth Huggins was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMarQwLBLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9-BX2lCRH3s/s1600-h/100_2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243063721723102386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMarQwLBLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9-BX2lCRH3s/s320/100_2651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She does not have a whole lot of hair, but she does have the most wonderful little cry. She weighed 8 lbs and 8 ozs. I would like everyone to know that I won the pool----too bad we didn't put any money into it! I guessed she was a girl (the only time I have EVER been right) and I was the closest to guessing her correct weight. I would have gotten closer, but I didn't want to wig Erin out by guessing 8 lbs or higher. I don't know why the people in my family believe the doctors when they say we are going to have seven pound babies. It just isn't in our genes. Big babies are what we are all about. Two of my sisters, including myself, have had babies in the nine pound range! Like I said-BIG BABIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMgJpokixI/AAAAAAAAABY/kB-21_gZ1y4/s1600-h/100_2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243069741356321554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMgJpokixI/AAAAAAAAABY/kB-21_gZ1y4/s320/100_2653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMgpdduK9I/AAAAAAAAABo/1rom0afiTRM/s1600-h/100_2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243070287845403602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMgpdduK9I/AAAAAAAAABo/1rom0afiTRM/s320/100_2658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PROUD PARENTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMfXg-2C2I/AAAAAAAAABI/YBvJvFiKbM4/s1600-h/100_2655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068880040364898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMfXg-2C2I/AAAAAAAAABI/YBvJvFiKbM4/s320/100_2655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMfvaMr16I/AAAAAAAAABQ/L1Yh9l_M9Iw/s1600-h/100_2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243069290536228770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMfvaMr16I/AAAAAAAAABQ/L1Yh9l_M9Iw/s320/100_2656.JPG" border="0" /&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;The proud grandmothers!  MawMaw at the top  and  Mimi on the bottom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-4901416743150709638?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4901416743150709638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=4901416743150709638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4901416743150709638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/4901416743150709638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-it-is-official-my-little-sister-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SMMarQwLBLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9-BX2lCRH3s/s72-c/100_2651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-3207727976326651094</id><published>2008-08-31T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:02:58.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got to go to Birmingham this weekend. We went to watch the ALABAMA game with B's family. It has been an outstanding tradition . This year it will be broken since we have moved to Dothan, but we hope to get up there as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were up there we went to see some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLtVVR89lYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rx6LS9DQn_I/s1600-h/okafes-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876415460414850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLtVVR89lYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rx6LS9DQn_I/s320/okafes-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of B's law school buddies is in the process of moving to B'ham because his wife has opened a coffee shop downtown at The Pepper Place. It is called O Kafes . It just opened on Tuesday and we had to go and check it out. When we first walked in, you could smell the wonderful aroma of fresh coffee. I LOVE the smell of coffee. The place looks great too. It has great tables and sitting areas to hang out with your friends, lots of yummy food to snack on and my family agrees the coffee tastes GREAT too. I have to insist that if you are ever in downtown Birmingham, go check it out! Tell her I said hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on with the story. Right before the game, Page and her family came over too. Ian ran up to Anna and gave her a hug. He looked up at Anna (it used to be the other way around) and said, "Wow, Anna! You have grown!" Noah ended up skinning his knees pretty bad, but he didn't cry. He was so tough. He did get a little dramatic after the fact. He didn't know if he would ever be abe to walk again! Children's tylenol works miracles! When you put The Hooten family, my family, Chuck's family and the Dollar family all under one roof, a party is started! There are very few moments that you aren't laughing with this group. What can I say, we know how to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of laughing ****Here is a funny story. If you don't know David this will require a little background info first.****&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law, David, is mentally challenged. He is 18 years old. He is super smart and an awesome guy to be around. He just can't speak all that well. When you get to know him real well, you are able to translate what he says. We say that he speaks his own language, Davidese. He prnounces what he can and uses hand motions and facial expressions as well. Just a side note: He is probably the biggest Alabama fan there is. We all love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now that you know that, here goes the funny story. My little boy, he is four, comes into the family room and walks up to his Aunt Libby singing a song that David made up. The words are "old papa, Diddy, old papa, Diddy." Translation: "You are as old as an old grandpa, Libby." Who, by the way is two years younger than David! He just likes to tease her! Bret asked Ian if David told him to sing that to Libby. Ian said that David did. Well, Bret told Ian that he needed to go and give David a message from Libby. Libby said to tell David that he smelled like a fart. So Ian repeats it to himself and asks Libby how to say that in Spanish like David talks. Everyone starts laughing. I enter the room a little while later and Ian comes up to me and tells me that David taught him a song in Spanish and proceeds to sing the afore mentioned song. I burst out laughing. I asked David if he knew he could speak Spanish and he laughed and said no. Isn't being young and innocent adorable. Although, Ian was right, it is a different lanuage-just not Spanish. Aren't the Dora and Diego shows great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the game starts! We are ALL big football fans. We are HUGE Alabama fans! We all enjoyed the game so much. RRRROOOOLLLLL TTTTIIIIDDDDEEEE!!!!!! I think Bama fans needed this win. We know what our team is capable of and can't wait to see how much they improve through the season. I mean my goodness, they were awesome last night! How much better are they going to be after all the kinks are worked out and the freshman get more playing time. All the freshman we had on the field really showed their stuff. Oh and how awesome was Coffee, #38, last night? Dude, you rock! Keep up the good work! Coffee is my favorite. Elliott, another one of B's brothers, got me his autograph at fan day. I asked him to tell Coffee that he was my favorite, but he didn't. I am grateful for the autograph though!! No complaints here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page, thanks for showing me around blogger. Notice, I did some of the things you showed me! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we make it back up to B'ham again soon. I have so many more people to see. I miss you all so much! God Bless! I hope to see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is late and I am exhausted! Night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-3207727976326651094?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3207727976326651094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=3207727976326651094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3207727976326651094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/3207727976326651094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-got-to-go-to-birmingham-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLtVVR89lYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rx6LS9DQn_I/s72-c/okafes-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816913.post-6572424702791051983</id><published>2008-08-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:47:54.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Dothan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm here.  I have been in Dothan for a month and a half.  I can honestly say, I never thought my family would ever leave Alabaster.  We were establishing a life there.  I was making friends.  I had my two best friends as close as I could get them to me.  I had a great neighbor that I could count on for a walk around the neighborhood, eggs, milk or cake decorating advice.  I had a school to teach at and for my daughter to attend that I (still) completely believe in.  I was establishing incredible relationships with teachers that were/and still are becoming great friends. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the Lord had different plans.  And I am willing to follow Him wherever he leads.  Even if I don't understand why.  I remind myself that faith is believing in what is not seen!  I pray that I will always have that faith.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are as unpacked as I think we are going to get.  I think we all feel "at home."   After all, as long as Bret and I are with the kids, that is home, right?  Those five months that I was away from Bret were extremely hard and I pray that the Lord will not ask us to do that again anytime soon.  (If you missed this part, check out my facebook or myspace blogs. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bretsgirl"&gt;www.myspace.com/bretsgirl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I have my classroom decorated and am in the process of getting it as organized as I can.  Lesson plans are underway.  I really do have a good group of students.   Most want to obey and still please the teacher.  I have a few that are just wild at heart.  Maybe this is the year they will get reigned in.  Let's hope! &lt;br /&gt;It is different teaching at Providence than at Evangel in many ways.  Things are not bad at one place and good at the other, it is just different.  At E I was in an all inclusive classroom.  We didn't team teach.  I taught all subjects, but Latin.  We didn't have enrichment classes and we got out of school at 12:40.  The schedule was tight, but I usually got everything taught and was (in a good way) exhuasted at the end of the day.  I had the rest of the afternoon to be with my children, work on school or house work.  At P, we team teach.  I get the privilege of teaching History and Literature twice in one day.  I am not being sarcastic.  It really is a privilege. I get to teach about how God has shaped history and we can see His hand in it.  It is awesome.  Literature is just exciting.  I get to take my students into another "world."  I love adventures! I also teach the rest of the core subjects to my homeroom class.  I don't get to teach my other two favorite subjects (math and science).    We get out at 2:40, but that doesn't mean more time to teach.  We have several enrichment classes that make our schedules even tighter than if our day ended at 12:40.  Leaving the school after 4:00 doesn't leave a lot of time for anything else except cooking dinner and getting the kids ready for bed.   I know I will get the hang of it...it is just going to take time.  The more organized I get, the easier it will be.&lt;br /&gt;I am not one for change and EVERYTHING has changed.  I now have a new house, new job, new everything.  I know the Lord is teaching me to get out of my comfort zone and that eventually things have to change.   I am a slow learner, but eventually I do get it.  Lord, just be patient.  I promise I will learn.  I am grateful.  I have my husband again (every day of the week-not just two).  I have a house (we are renting) that isn't in need of any repair.  I get to have my two dogs again (inside the house-not out).  They are just too funny to watch chasing each other around the sofa. &lt;br /&gt;Hannah has made some friends in her classroom and has three little girls that live in our neighborhood.  Ian on the other hand has been left out.  We haven't found any boys his age here yet.  Maybe soon. &lt;br /&gt;We are on the hunt for a good, God-centered, church.  If you know of any in Dothan, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26816913-6572424702791051983?l=bretsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6572424702791051983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26816913&amp;postID=6572424702791051983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/6572424702791051983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26816913/posts/default/6572424702791051983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bretsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-im-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Cakes by Delilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09700770472231129371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2S8aSq5FCfs/SLF4tccpIlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hi2YHvfmPF8/S220/picasabackground.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
