tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16102315375425791852023-11-16T05:55:09.012-05:00The Maxwell FamilyNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-63158642506839753632012-03-16T22:02:00.000-04:002012-03-16T22:02:06.660-04:00Winner of the Shortest Giveaway...True Random Number Generator<br />
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Congrats Kristy (KBJ), you're getting some free formula!! <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-47832479226836634692012-03-16T17:03:00.000-04:002012-03-16T17:03:20.928-04:00Free FormulaSo, it's been almost 3 months since I've blogged anything!!! I know, completely unacceptable. <br />
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While this post doesn't have any cute photos of my girls, it does offer free formula! <a href="http://www.myblogspark.com/" target="_blank">MyBlogSpark</a> was kind enough to send me a free prize pack that offered TWO cans of free formula, a bib, 8 ounce bottle and a fleece blanket.<br />
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I have written on here about how I fully intended to nurse Peyton, and it just didn't work out. With Bailey we had used Similac formula, but this time around we tried Parent's Choice from Wal-Mart. I was hesitant to switch to a store brand, but all brands are held by the same standards. We were very happy with Parent's Choice, and they offer all the same different types of formula that the other brands do. <br />
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Because MyBlogSpark is so kind, they're letting me give away one of these prize packs as well! The pack will include:<br />
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Perrigo Nutritionals store brand infant formula <br />
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I was told I would be receiving one can of formula, but got two in my pack. I can't guarantee you will receive two, but hey...free formula is free formula!<br />
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Now, because I'm a <em>total </em>slacker, the deadline is tonight to enter!!! I'll take entries until 10 pm and then I'll use a random number generator to pick a winner. Just leave a comment on this post stating what your favorite feeding with your little one is. That first one in the morning when they're still waking up and extra cuddly? Or maybe that last one at night when they can barely hold their eyes open?<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">“Disclosure: Prize pack, information, and giveaway have been provided by Perrigo Nutritionals through MyBlogSpark.”</span></strong><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-4279918776825363522011-11-21T09:05:00.000-05:002011-11-21T09:05:18.885-05:00Winner!<div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, I'm late in announcing the winner of the gift card, but one of my best friends had a baby this weekend, and I was a little busy holding and loving on my new niece! The winner is...</div><br />
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<a href="http://www.danielledeskins.blogspot.com/">Danielle</a> said...<br />
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Of course I could use this! With 2 growing boys, sign me up! My favorite Thanksgiving dish isn't really a dish per se, it's the homemade yeast rolls Wes' aunt makes! Yum!!<br />
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Yay Danielle! Email me your mailing address and you should have your card very soon!!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-240423379848243712011-11-17T10:09:00.000-05:002011-11-17T10:09:06.992-05:00Kroger Gift Card Giveaway!<div style="text-align: justify;">That's right, <a href="http://myblogspark.com/">MyBlogSpark</a> has provided me with a $25 gift card to Kroger, AND they're allowing me to give one away to a lucky reader!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYKuvEqeimIjM-kdseU6EBfoNt6FV5Zjv9aQFOmPrPC6qiwiSEpfc7tSsxKPrySiWUWvtZVvy3VLFr-OTsL0fIwK40u_uJrBfhrIr0BKP4Zvt7H25yRrXLhn00I5zAxxLDHro2sxoqTmn/s1600/kroger_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYKuvEqeimIjM-kdseU6EBfoNt6FV5Zjv9aQFOmPrPC6qiwiSEpfc7tSsxKPrySiWUWvtZVvy3VLFr-OTsL0fIwK40u_uJrBfhrIr0BKP4Zvt7H25yRrXLhn00I5zAxxLDHro2sxoqTmn/s1600/kroger_logo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is great timing as Kroger is running a great promotion right now. From November 13th through November 26th, with the purchase of any four participating General Mills products, you will either receive free milk (up to $3; limit of 2) or receive $3 off your shopping order. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Free milk? Yes please! I don't know about you, but we go through a lot in the Maxwell House. Like, at least 1 1/2 gallons of skim milk a week! We love our dairy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Want $25 to spend towards this promotion? And maybe grab some ingredients for a special Thanksgiving dish while you're there? All you have to do is leave a comment and tell me,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Deadline to enter will be Saturday November 19th at 12:00 pm EST. Winners will be chosen right after that. Make sure I have your email address so I can contact you to get your mailing address. My card came really fast, so you should still have plenty of time to take advantage of the General Mills promotion.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">Disclosure: The Kroger gift card, information, and giveaway have been provided by Kroger and General Mills through MyBlogSpark.</span></strong></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-79758777039842100142011-11-16T14:10:00.000-05:002011-11-16T14:10:05.630-05:00Holly Hill Inn<div style="text-align: justify;">When you're born on a holiday, you get used to celebrating your birthday on a completely random date. This year my birthday falls on Thanksgiving Day again, so we celebrated this past weekend. Friday night we went out with all our friends and then people came back to our house and hung out for a while. Now that everyone has started having kids, we're kind of like a circus rolling into a place!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saturday night Nick and I went out. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had never eaten a sit down dinner here, but had been to a fabulous wedding there once where there was amazing dish after dish served. Michael, one of my bosses, and his wife, <a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/brigitte-nguyen/bio/index.html">Brigitte</a> got married there. Yeah, she's on the cooking channel now, and is just as nice in person as she seems on TV. I can't really even describe to you how neat their wedding was. It was one of those situations where you felt more "hip" simply for being there. The atmosphere was amazing, live music, food-incredible, there was a guy hand rolling cigars and then suggesting the perfect bourbon to accompany your cigar...the whole night was spectacular.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But on to my birthday dinner! I had mentioned to Michael that we were going on Saturday. We get there, are seated and then the manager comes over to us. His exact words:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Michael Prather just called and said that you all would be here celebrating your birthday. He said you are an invaluable part of their team and your entire meal is taken care of tonight and you'll be having the 5 course Chef's Tasting Menu and feel free to order any drinks you would like. And if you would like to sub out any of the courses, we will take care of it for you."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Seriously?! I was blown away, I didn't know what to say. I immediately sent him a quick text and tried to thank him the best I could. Nick and I just kind of sat there looking at each for a moment. We had planned on doing the three course menu, so we flipped our menu over and looked at what we would <em>now</em> be enjoying. I had already decided that I wanted to do the "wine flight" before the manager had spoken to us. This is designed to go along with the three course menu and they have a wine specially paired with each meal. I spoke to the manager again and asked for them to please place that on a bill for us, and he cut me off before I could even finish my sentence, saying Brigitte and Michael made it very clear for us to get whatever we wanted.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, on to what we actually enjoyed that night. Before our first course was brought to us, they surprised with another little special treat, an amuse-bouche (a small bite). It was a crostini with some kind of spread I still can't remember topped with smoked trout. Nothing I would ever order myself, but oh.my.gosh, it was so good. Great way to start the evening. Oh, and also at this point they brought me out a glass of Chardonnay, and this wasn't even part of my wine flight.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next up, first course. This was the only course we ended up subbing out. It was supposed to be shrimp, which I just don't like and Nick has a slight allergy to. I had the Bluegrass Lamb Ragout with Sweet Potato Gnocchi and Nick had a Warm Smoked Quail Salad with an Orange Vinaigrette. Both so different, but equally amazing. I also started my wine flight at this point, couldn't tell you now what this glass was, but it was delicious.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Second and third courses. I can't remember which order these came in. What can I say, there was a lot of wine! We had a quail dish served with wilted mustard greens. This was prepared beautifully, but I decided quail isn't my favorite protein. Then there was Zak's Fresh Striped Bass Almondine, <em>Rolled in crushed almonds, sautéed in brown butter with garlic, lemon and capers.</em> Again, this is nothing I would have ordered. I'm not (or so I thought) a huge fish fan, and I don't normally like almonds. But really, this dish. It literally just melted in my mouth. There was a great buttery quality to it. It was served with a pickled beet dish that was a perfect accompaniment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fourth course. Alltech Angus Delmonico Bordelaise, <em>Ribeye pan-seared in a cast-iron skillet with a rich red wine sauce. </em>This was served with a small, perfect roasted potato and mustard greens. The steak was cooked exactly as we ordered it and the red wine sauce was fantastic. I had a nice red wine at this point, and considering I hardly drink anymore, things were a little fuzzy!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fifth course. Dessert! I ended up choosing the pumpkin cake and Nick got a chocolate terrine. Both incredible! They brought mine out with a candle and Happy Birthday written on my plate. They also gave me a little card signed by everyone in the kitchen, how thoughtful!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you've made it through this l-o-n-g post that didn't even have photos of the incredible dishes (I was too busy eating them!), really, make a reservation and enjoy an amazing dinner. Tucked away in Midway, the chef and owner, Ouita Michel is a 4 year James Beard award nominee, and along with her husband, also owns <a href="http://www.wallacestation.com/Wallace_Station_Deli_and_Bakery/Home.html">Wallace Station</a>, which was featured on Diner, Drive-ins and Dives, and <a href="http://www.windycornermarket.com/">Windy Corner Market and Restaurant</a><span style="color: black;">.</span></div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-13045544934982305792011-11-07T14:57:00.001-05:002011-11-07T15:01:03.529-05:00Enjoying the Sunshine!<div style="text-align: justify;">We have been having such wonderful November weather here in Kentucky the past couple of weeks. I know these days are coming to a quick end, so I made a promise to myself to enjoy every bit of sunshine and warmth mother nature decides to throw at us. Which this weekend, meant trips to the playground!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I walked out of my office at 5:00 on Friday I knew I didn't just want to go home and sit on the couch until time to go out to eat. So I rushed home, got the girls ready, called up a <a href="http://bluegrassbuckeyebeauty.blogspot.com/">friend</a>, and we headed to the playground to have a little fun before going out to eat some yummy Mexican food.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Then on Sunday after we did our weekly grocery shopping, it was so nice outside that we decided to do it all over again! Only this time we took a little picnic to eat lunch there before we played. Then it was off for more sliding, swinging, running around and giggling.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And Bailey ended up taking over a 3 hour nap! They both had so much fun. It's easy to forget that it really doesn't take much to make kids happy. Just a quick trip to the small playground near our house and they both were as happy as could be!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-9388662846929870762011-11-05T09:31:00.003-04:002011-11-05T22:03:21.357-04:00Homemade Happiness<div style="text-align: justify;">I love the feeling of making things for my family. Something about knowing exactly what I'm putting in the mouths and bodies of my loved ones, knowing that I made it with my two hands, makes me happy. Makes me feel like I'm doing something good. It also makes me feel like I have a connection to the happy housewives in their pearls and aprons. Only I'm not a housewife, I only wear pearls to work and I usually forget my apron and end up wearing whatever I'm making.</div><br />
Today, this is what makes me happy.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Opening my fridge and seeing my big batch of <a href="http://the3maxwells-recipes.blogspot.com/2011/11/homemade-chicken-stock.html">homemade chicken stock</a> and the little bit of pizza dough I have hanging out in there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What, you don't keep your asparagus in a Tigger cup? You're missing out my friends.</div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-48508328342145982642011-11-04T17:00:00.002-04:002011-11-04T22:54:34.852-04:00BusyThis girl is busy!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Peyton is pulling up on everything now. We've already had our first bruise when she fell one day standing up next to the toy box above. As soon as I lay her down for nap now she pulls up and plays with the toy attached to her crib for a few minutes before finally going to sleep. I'm not quite ready for this next step, does anyone know where the pause button is? I think this kid is going to be into everything!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">This is what Bailey's teacher told me when I picked her up yesterday. Apparently one of the little boys in her class had gotten hurt on the playground, and it really upset my sensitive girl. To help make him feel better she kissed him on each cheek, hugged him and gave him a leaf. Mrs. Lydia said Bailey was concerned about his well being the rest of the day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her daddy didn't think this was as sweet as I did. Something about his little girl kissing boys...for whatever reason, didn't go over as well. He calls on school days at lunch time to talk to Bailey and see what she learned at school that day. After he was told the story he told her not to kiss boys. Her response?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Please daddy, let me kiss...PLEEASE!</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I couldn't help but bust out laughing. Oh my sweet little girl is kissing boys.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Just like <a href="http://the3maxwells.blogspot.com/2010/11/trick-or-treat.html">last year</a>, we headed out to our <a href="http://the3maxwells.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-sweet-future-home-site.html">future neighborhood</a> and participated in their trick-or-treating on Saturday night. It was a beautiful night, with just a little chill in the air. Nick had started feeling sick earlier that day, but he toughed it out and came out with us. We had such a good time, and just like every time we venture out there, it makes us want to move out there even more! Bailey's little 4 year old legs got tired pretty quickly. She complained a few times about getting tired and Nick and I had decided when we finished the last house on the street we would head back to the car. Just then Bailey announced, "<em>I'm going to one more house and then I'm going back to the car." </em>I couldn't help but laugh out loud! I'm pretty sure mom had to drag me in on Halloween...maybe next year.</div><br />
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Aren't they just sweet together? And here's Bailey in this same shirt on her first year trick or treating.<br />
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Bailey was 1 year old when she wore this shirt...Peyton isn't even 8 months old yet!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-83246547283105772782011-10-20T14:58:00.001-04:002011-10-20T15:00:10.272-04:00Let's Get Mommy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieN08k1xs7A8LpnuhI-uyf-ZBIstvUXzU8spGtypBbZsx6OI2dciOXLL5mYPXwQQSxMOFinC15rJtwfLMguHRXvRbp_r5vrKmml31hALd_1SKCpG4gaLHa16a47eYKVjAILgPLDHuClyAE/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieN08k1xs7A8LpnuhI-uyf-ZBIstvUXzU8spGtypBbZsx6OI2dciOXLL5mYPXwQQSxMOFinC15rJtwfLMguHRXvRbp_r5vrKmml31hALd_1SKCpG4gaLHa16a47eYKVjAILgPLDHuClyAE/s640/DSC_0122.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Hey sis, look, there's mommy. Let's get her!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-25208447912511506562011-10-19T10:36:00.002-04:002011-10-19T10:44:37.831-04:00Sisters<div align="justify">Some people are blessed with sisters from their parents, and some of us are blessed to have found friends that we can call sisters. </div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">One of my dear friends is dealing with the loss of her brother. It seems unfair and unreal. He was only 22 years old. He had served and survived two tours overseas, but passed away in his home after an outpatient surgery last week. He had two children and another baby on the way. As all tragedies do, this makes you stop and think about what is really important in life. As we've all come together to try and help our friend through this awful time, I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have these amazing women in my life. These women are my sisters.</div><div align="justify"><br />
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We love each other's children as if they were our own<br />
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I love these women. I am forever grateful that God put each of them in my life. I couldn't ask for better friends, and my girls couldn't ask for better aunts. I believe there are certain things in life that a woman must have, and amazing friends are at the top of the list.<br />
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</div><div align="justify"></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-24962906216938533342011-10-14T21:32:00.000-04:002011-10-14T21:32:08.813-04:00Rub a Dub Dub<div align="justify">Peyton's in the tub</div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify">Peyton's eating the tub</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBtJa_4rh-gG-gv8g1LCXHzg2I8ZvZpGXnKjMwz-waKbGVhUep-rlBnxsu6AXrt8Z9kqxUkyu9p4mOqp3QZrHA7LZhTeujg2oUNcUcnxipFlBZQhhCIf7-_i6R3CMp8Ou-6m0SEG5BnL9/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBtJa_4rh-gG-gv8g1LCXHzg2I8ZvZpGXnKjMwz-waKbGVhUep-rlBnxsu6AXrt8Z9kqxUkyu9p4mOqp3QZrHA7LZhTeujg2oUNcUcnxipFlBZQhhCIf7-_i6R3CMp8Ou-6m0SEG5BnL9/s640/DSC_0133.JPG" width="428" /></a></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Peyton's trying to escape from the tub</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-0fN3pgBdTe8DblOM7mbOjVhN2gMzv1OXF_82ICLXlOZcy1Ymy-cgWzOSyFlftCeqRl3I0NazKAyiWu8AEymTl5eWC83BI9GSdB-bjSL7Cv7IlppT1uUDTZU4_dOlrknTVhaO7j020HQ/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-0fN3pgBdTe8DblOM7mbOjVhN2gMzv1OXF_82ICLXlOZcy1Ymy-cgWzOSyFlftCeqRl3I0NazKAyiWu8AEymTl5eWC83BI9GSdB-bjSL7Cv7IlppT1uUDTZU4_dOlrknTVhaO7j020HQ/s640/DSC_0136.JPG" width="428" /></a></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Pretty much sums up every bath now!</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">And yes, Peyton's baby bathtub is on the floor of my bathroom. I had to give both girls a bath when Nick was gone one night, and found this was the easiest way to do it since Peyton wasn't sitting up that great at the time. I give Bailey a bath in our garden tub while Peyton crawls around the floor. Then I give her a bath in her tub while Bailey splashes and plays. Works out great. So well that we've continued to do this even when Nick is home. He takes one kiddo and I take the other, but we still do it in the same room. But someone thinks she's too big for her tub now and tries to crawl out. I'm a little nervous about putting her in the actual tub though. She sits up great, but she gets a little lazy sometimes. Guess we'll stick with the little one for a little while longer and then try our hand at the big girl tub a little later.</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-41669776246849183092011-10-12T20:42:00.001-04:002011-10-13T14:06:50.085-04:00Birthday Party!Nick has told me I'm not allowed to plan two big events back to back again. The first weekend in October was one of my best friend's <a href="http://the3maxwells-recipes.blogspot.com/2011/10/ina-gartens-sour-cream-coffee-cake.html">baby shower</a> which we had at my house, and last weekend was Bailey's 4th birthday party, also at our house. I don't think I was very fun to be around. I let myself get overwhelmed by all the little details that go into any party/event. And I felt like such a bad momma. I realized a week out from Bailey's party that I never sent out invites! Granted, it's pretty much all family and our friends that come, but still, I felt awful. I also really hadn't figured out exactly what we would be doing for her big day. I had come up with the idea about a month ago that I wanted to do a "drive-in movie" party. We would get a projection screen and watch a movie outside. I had all kinds of cute ideas for popcorn bags, invites, party treats and games. But I knew we would have to start the party late in order to be able to watch the movie outside, and I didn't really want my 4 year's old party to start at 7:30.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Then last week I decided I wanted a bouncy house for the party. Yeah, a week before I make this decision. After convincing Nick that we <em>needed</em> the bouncy house, I start making calls trying to find one that's available. The first 3 places I called were booked. I finally found a company that was over an hour away from us that had one available. At the end it was $10 more expensive than the closer locations, so I booked it. After I booked the bouncy house, I decided we'd do kind of a carnival theme for the party. Not sure how an outdoor movie works in connection to a carnival theme, but oh well! I'll apologize in advance for the number of photos in this post, but I just loved them all so much! Thanks to my step dad for taking all the photos while I played :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And we had face painting, thanks to aunt Brittany!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the cake that I planned and planned and planned. Yes, I realize her name looks like a serial killer wrote it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Really bad iPhone photo, but each tier of cake had 4 layers. Devils food chocolate cake and french vanilla sour cream.</td></tr>
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I should have known that given the option of sitting still and watching a movie or playing in the bouncy house, the kids would choose bouncy house. I think they sat there with me for all of 5 minutes. Oh well. The movie ended up working so well that all the adults decided we need to have our own little party with an outdoor movie!<br />
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The next morning we gave Bailey the last present from us...<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">And that wraps up Bailey's birthday party! I think she had a great time, and we appreciate everyone that came out and celebrated with us and spoiled our princess!!</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="border: 0px currentColor;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-46968636660366620162011-10-10T20:00:00.003-04:002011-10-12T09:53:46.132-04:00Interview with a 4 Year OldIn another attempt to capture just a moment of Bailey, before I turn around and she's 13, I decided to do a little birthday interview with her last night.<br />
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And yes, my daughter asked a boy in her preschool class to marry her. Initially I couldn't believe she kept telling me she wanted to marry this boy. And then he told her no?! Momma no likey. Come on, how could he turn down my beautiful girl? Apparently he's going to live in the church when gets older and can't marry her because of that. Guess he's going to be a priest...at least that's what he told her. Oh the many joys of children!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-35954443737512276592011-10-10T10:20:00.000-04:002011-10-10T10:20:00.994-04:00For BaileyDear Bailey,<br />
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<div align="justify">You are now my big 4 year old. I still can't quite believe it. You are growing up so fast! It seems like every time I blink my eyes you have grown a little more. While it makes me sad to think about the fact that you're such a big girl now, I am so very proud of the little lady you are becoming.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">You have such good manners. You are always very polite and kind to others. You amaze me at how well you share. You are always wanting to share something with me and daddy, whether it's a toy or your food, you give freely. You're getting better at sharing with your sister too. But it's really the fact that she chews on everything and gets slobber everywhere that stops you from wanting to share with her.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">I never know what you're going to say next. You make us laugh all the time. You are so funny and witty and you can make Peyton laugh like no one else can. I can tell that you really love her, and that warms my heart. I hope you all continue to grow closer and closer as you both grow up.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">You like to be independent at times and want to do everything by yourself. But then there are times when you just really need me, and I love that. Every night before you go to sleep, you and I snuggle under your blankets. It's just me and you, and we talk about whatever is on your mind. Sometimes you have serious questions about school and how to make friends, and other times we just tell silly jokes and make each other laugh. This time with you is so precious. When it's time for you to go to sleep we have a little ritual that you came up with that we have to do every night. After I give you a kiss, we have to kiss noses, eyes, forehead, cheeks, chins and then lips again, followed by a big hug. Then I tuck you in "snug as a bug in a rug" or "snugs bugs" if you're feeling silly.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">You are my princess. I am more amazed by you every single day. You are smart, caring, funny and you wear your heart on your sleeve. I feel so blessed to be your mother. I know I will make mistakes along the way, but always know that everything I do, I do for you and your sister. You all are my heart, my soul, my everything. I love you Bailey Grace. Happy 4th birthday!</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-1402080458027771512011-09-21T12:00:00.033-04:002011-09-21T14:42:45.383-04:00Chalk it Up!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I've been drooling over adding chalkboard paint to my kitchen for a while.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I bought a can of chalkboard paint while I was still pregnant with Peyton with plans to paint an area of my laundry room...that still hasn't happened. I figured it was time to put that can to good use. I don't have a lot of wall space in my kitchen because there are 4 large windows, so I had to figure out a good way to incorporate it into the space. <br />
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I stopped by The Dollar Store one afternoon to see if I could find some inspiration (and something cheap). Here's the little beauty I picked up for a whopping $6.<br />
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I liked that it had the distressed look, with a little red tint to the frame, which would match the walls in my kitchen.<br />
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I slapped on some painter's tape*<br />
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And I ended up with this! <br />
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And a look from afar<br />
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I love it! We make a menu every week, but before we just wrote it down on our grocery list to help plan what we needed to get. That piece of paper always got misplaced or thrown away, and then there would be a night where we couldn't remember what other items we had planned on making for the week. Or we'd forget that we needed to lay something out of the freezer, and then we'd have nothing to make and would end up going out to eat. Having this menu up on the wall makes it so easy for me to take a quick glance over and see if I need to set something in the fridge to thaw, or marinate something <em>and</em> it acts as a general reminder as to what we're having that particular week. Stylish? I think so. Functional? Definitely! Now if I could only get someone with pretty handwriting to come fill it in every week...any takers??</div><br />
I still have plans for the laundry room that include the chalkboard paint, but that will have to wait until another burst of inspiration hits...don't hold your breath!<br />
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* A note on the painter's tape. I do not have a steady hand when it comes to painting, and painter's tape is always my friend. However, you have to apply at least a few coats of the chalkboard paint over the mirror, letting it dry in between coats. Dry paint and painter's tape do not mix! After my first attempt, when I pulled all the painter's tape off, all the chalkboard painted peeled away from the mirror because it was attached to the tape! So, I just had to do it freehand. That's why you'll notice in the close up photo there is some paint on the inside edge of the frame.<br />
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</div>Uh-oh, she spotted me. <br />
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Peyton is EVERYWHERE now! She's still pretty much "scooting" or army crawling, but she can get up on her knees and rock. She actually started scooting the day she turned 5 months old. Now that she's more mobile, she's doing better about not wanting to be held all the time. Today I couldn't have asked for a better baby! I think she only cried twice when she noticed I had left the room for a second. <br />
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I still need to write my update post about Peyton at 6 months, but we don't go for her check up until next Thursday...between the doctor's schedule and my ability to only go on Tuesdays or Thursdays, it pushed us way back from her actual 6 month "birthday". I still can't believe she's already 6 months old, where is my baby going??<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-62676107862385665862011-09-19T09:45:00.000-04:002011-09-19T09:45:12.874-04:00What To Do?<div align="justify">I have a problem. See all these clothes?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And <em>these</em>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="justify">These are all clothes that either Peyton has outgrown or that were Baileys and Peyton never got the chance to wear because the seasons were quite different when they were born. So what's the problem?</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Nick and I have had several conversations about whether or not we'll be having another child. And when I say <em>conversations</em>, it's more like...</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Me - Are you 100% certain you don't want anymore kids?</div><div align="justify">Nick - Yes.</div><div align="justify">Me - But you might change your mind?!</div><div align="justify">Nick - No.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">End of conversation. And there are some days that I think <em>two is a perfect number, any more and I might pull my hair out! </em>But then I'll think back to moments like these</div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and I know I still want one more baby.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the problem with the clothes, is that I know I should get rid of them, since all indications point to the fact that we will not be having any more kids, but I'm having a hard time parting with them. I feel like giving them away is essentially the same thing as waving the white flag. <em>Ok, I give up. We're not having more kids, end of story.</em> But I don't know that I'm ready to give up the "fight" just yet. Even though I can say things like <em>all indications point to the fact that we will not be having any more kids, </em>doesn't mean I'm ready to stop pleading my case. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">These clothes are all still sitting in Peyton's room right now, waiting for their fate. To be passed on to a new home and little girl? To be held onto on the off chance that this crazy woman can convince her husband that they should have one more child? I just don't know what to do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-59671165026896733152011-09-14T20:37:00.000-04:002011-09-14T20:37:38.542-04:00First Day of SchoolSomehow, this sweet little girl<br />
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is now a big preschooler!<br />
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I was so worried about how she would do on her first day. Since she was 3 months old my mom had kept her everyday. This was such a huge blessing in so many different ways. Saved us money, I didn't have to worry about how well she was being taken care of and it allowed them to have a special bond. On the other hand, it meant she had little to no interaction with other little ones. This was really the main reason we went ahead and started preschool this year. I wanted her to learn how to play and make friends.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Bailey and I were both nervous about the big day. The night of orientation the kids stayed in their classroom while the parents went to the sanctuary. Bailey did great! She gave Nick and I hugs and kisses and then started coloring. This really gave me hope. The night before her first day, she and I were lying in her bed after reading her bedtime story and we were talking.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
B-Let's talk about school mommy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me-Ok, do you have questions about school?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">B-Yeah. How do you make friends?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
This little convo seriously broke my heart. After more discussion about making friends and what to expect for her first day, I kissed her goodnight and closed the door to my baby's room, knowing the next day I would be opening the door to my big girl.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Nick had taken the day off work so he could go with us on the big day. In true Maxwell fashion, we were pushing it to the last minute to get to school on time. We get there, walk in the classroom, and I know immediately there's going to be trouble. Bailey's obviously nervous, and there are two little boys just screaming in the classroom. The teacher is holding one little boy and the other screamer is being held by his dad. I really think if Bailey hadn't seen this, she would have been okay. But seeing those two little ones crying made her even more nervous and scared, and as soon as we tried to leave, the waterworks started. Standing in the hallway with her, Nick was manning the stroller with Peyton, I was trying to console her and tell her everything was going to be okay. I was trying so hard not to cry, because I knew it would only make the situation worse. Thankfully, the preschool director was standing close by, and as she saw me about to lose it, she stepped in and saved the day. As Bailey willingly went with her into the classroom, Nick, Peyton and I headed out the door. I cried the whole way to the car, not caring that I looked like a blubbering mess. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Let me tell you, the 3.5 hours I had to wait until I could go pick her up were some of the longest in history. I'm pretty sure the clock simply stopped moving at one point. I was standing in the hallway outside of her classroom at a prompt 11:50 (only 10 minutes early, although I wanted to go much sooner!) waiting to squeeze my munchkin. When the teacher opened the door and started dismissing kids I kept a look out for my braided beauty. After what seemed like forever, she came rushing out of the classroom with a big grin on her face and one important question to ask me. <em>"When can I come back to school?"</em></div><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-83889129286689754482011-09-12T21:06:00.000-04:002011-09-12T21:06:52.004-04:00Hello WorldHello out there! Wow, it's been a while...again! I've had a terrible case of <em>nothing I write sounds good to me so I just end up deleting everything after I spend the time writing it.</em> Never heard of it? It's a serious condition. I hope it's all behind me now.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There's really been quite a bit going on around the Maxwell House lately. Peyton seems to have chilled out a bit and is starting to enjoy playing by herself more. Bailey started preschool and got her ears pierced. We're working on "No Eat Out September". I've made several batches of homemade baby food for Peyton. I'm working on redoing the Recipes tab on here, this time focusing on my husband and I and our adventures in the kitchen (<em>go ahead, click on the icon right below the header and check it out...ya know ya want to!</em>). Peyton turned 6 months old and has been scooting/crawling all over the house for the last month!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My plan is to go back and detail some of these moments in length on here. This is after all, supposed to be a place for me to record the details and milestones of my little family. Until then, I'll leave you with one photo.</div><br />
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Girls are napping and I'm working. And here's what's around me.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtwj912qRcaba9ZxA58yN787rLTQPDuZAQXLtPDNJghonJXND6VgXOkrcG3zu1eMDE6NucfmW4tZ2U4h-FPZa5AL5UQsgGbykXxhmZJ4Enij-KKO0RutsQDIpjJoaAAYQPja7SV0VX9_H/s1600/reality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtwj912qRcaba9ZxA58yN787rLTQPDuZAQXLtPDNJghonJXND6VgXOkrcG3zu1eMDE6NucfmW4tZ2U4h-FPZa5AL5UQsgGbykXxhmZJ4Enij-KKO0RutsQDIpjJoaAAYQPja7SV0VX9_H/s640/reality.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Let's see what all is going on in this shot, shall we?<br />
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1. Towels that need to be put up.<br />
2. Clean diapers that need to be put up.<br />
3. Baby toy.<br />
4. Big bouncy ball.<br />
5. Video game(<em>ish</em>).<br />
6. Nick's tie.<br />
7. Spastic dog that is just waiting for someone...anyone...to walk past the door so he can bark.<br />
8. Clothes hamper with clean diaper pail liner.<br />
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And of course, <br />
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And because the girls are sleeping<br />
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And that's my little dose of reality for this Tuesday. What was your reality today?<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-71432279814682208022011-08-04T16:11:00.000-04:002011-08-04T16:11:41.307-04:00There's a Giraffe on Your Back!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSfN8srVRrUF_M_grcS6SYu4NE9TEp8V2i6s-VGCz1OTGR9D5Foj_dTP7ISJ7vHIWSFbJiZxh3yCeA_fygkrpVd61HZVLueNHq1PJnptljdiXOeLzcOOP2NB4tr8KBE75aAaVblD2025lU/s1600/DSC_2006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSfN8srVRrUF_M_grcS6SYu4NE9TEp8V2i6s-VGCz1OTGR9D5Foj_dTP7ISJ7vHIWSFbJiZxh3yCeA_fygkrpVd61HZVLueNHq1PJnptljdiXOeLzcOOP2NB4tr8KBE75aAaVblD2025lU/s640/DSC_2006.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div>"Hey Peyton."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Yeah mom?"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>"Did you know you have a little friend on your back?"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Yeah, it's just Sophie. I gnaw on her all day long, so I thought I'd give her a break and let her take in the sights. Since all she usually sees is the inside of my mouth!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table> "Okay, just wanted to make sure you knew she was up there."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I just love my giraffe friend!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm still not sure how this happened. When I left the room Peyton was on her back chewing away on Sophie's ears. Then Bailey starts cracking up telling me that Sophie was on Peyton's back. Sure enough, that's where she was! She really does love her Sophie.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/384/D0E2F0FF5D409DB51BDC04C1EB43B3F8.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745299653009312182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610231537542579185.post-69167998859107300142011-08-03T10:00:00.002-04:002011-08-03T10:00:21.960-04:00Miss Crafty PantsMy girl Bailey L-O-V-E-S crafts! Whether it's coloring, painting or making something, she just loves it. I try to find new fun crafty things that we can do together to flex her artistic muscles. I found <a href="http://familyfun.go.com/crafts/crafts-by-age/preschool-crafts/absorbing-artwork-940839/">this</a> idea a while back and just kept forgetting to buy food coloring. After finally picking some up at the store on Sunday, I knew we'd be doing this on my next work at home day. <div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After we got back from buying school supplies (does anyone else feel like they live at Wal-Mart??) I set up everything we would need. Bailey was so excited about the food coloring, it reminded her of coloring eggs at Easter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvOKMNKHxPs0fap2_ikJqskDZ7yY3a6Bhjx5xK5Zc4Qh2SEGsNsbCpBCIbk3xO5pVDjxCVYy8jm8v1p0UKuiYqP-Phj0zwV-U84RSkB8Nt5ha_DykQoQulCU2LdcFuloT3ugivyJs2-1i/s1600/DSC_2012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvOKMNKHxPs0fap2_ikJqskDZ7yY3a6Bhjx5xK5Zc4Qh2SEGsNsbCpBCIbk3xO5pVDjxCVYy8jm8v1p0UKuiYqP-Phj0zwV-U84RSkB8Nt5ha_DykQoQulCU2LdcFuloT3ugivyJs2-1i/s640/DSC_2012.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This craft was great because there was little instruction and very easy for her to do by herself.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Essentially, make a design on card stock with the glue and then cover the glue with salt. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DqizHbH-7W5AdzjSyaCk49jgjxpbxtdFBkNTRUF7405vQ3GGeA_uEfsmQZQmzlGBH2ZzZkVyE7R5CQSCmsrE2MhWy6bQ6lZXAyfybIC9MBvUeBpqdnxIAVgxgUdj-D8n7fN7dkXG82j-/s1600/DSC_2013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DqizHbH-7W5AdzjSyaCk49jgjxpbxtdFBkNTRUF7405vQ3GGeA_uEfsmQZQmzlGBH2ZzZkVyE7R5CQSCmsrE2MhWy6bQ6lZXAyfybIC9MBvUeBpqdnxIAVgxgUdj-D8n7fN7dkXG82j-/s640/DSC_2013.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Using a dropper, place a small drop of the colored water on the salt covered glue, and watch the color spread throughout the design! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a really neat project and Bailey really enjoyed it. Not to mention cheap and very easy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkW2RNmIeUbbE5qsYFce-VB0Xwk8H8oV5CNDIf6CAyMZOYRhMeITtvBVCXM1o0doSXNlfFhWg1vAfgegE1F7G9E-j-MgFJq3mBt4U-hhf7V1defUG2oEbYoyV-U3VfRXgLYyfZHO_xXblC/s1600/DSC_2018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkW2RNmIeUbbE5qsYFce-VB0Xwk8H8oV5CNDIf6CAyMZOYRhMeITtvBVCXM1o0doSXNlfFhWg1vAfgegE1F7G9E-j-MgFJq3mBt4U-hhf7V1defUG2oEbYoyV-U3VfRXgLYyfZHO_xXblC/s640/DSC_2018.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="justify">She came to Cincinnati for her book tour and my friend Shana and I headed up to meet her. Aside from my GPS lady having a major fail in Cincinnati, we had a great time! Lots of girl talk and meeting The Pioneer Woman equals a great night in my book!</div><div align="justify"><br />
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