<?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-4535894446962093845</id><updated>2011-10-11T12:14:25.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fauci Eight</title><subtitle type='html'>My family: Mom, Dad, Jenna, Ricky, Ryan, Alexis, Giada, and Cuddles (RIP)&amp;amp;  Baby Isabella. We fight, we argue, we have fun, we are crazy, and we love it!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1063331186283904400</id><published>2009-07-13T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:53:51.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs</title><content type='html'>everyones blog page is so pretty and mine is so ugly--- i just can't figure it out-- but w some focus and concentration i will one day 'get it' &amp;amp; then I'll have the prettiest blog on the block!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1063331186283904400?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1063331186283904400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1063331186283904400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1063331186283904400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1063331186283904400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogs.html' title='blogs'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1093815145770183181</id><published>2009-06-22T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:36:07.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>Today was Lexi's first day of swim lessons. She is taking lessons in the private backyard of a lady that is really qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did better than I thought she would. She was too scared to put her face in the water, but it is only her first day. I am very proud of her for not crying, talking to the teacher, and for swimming across the pool while the teacher held her belly and while Lexi held onto a floaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow Lexi will be brave enough to put her face in the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1093815145770183181?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1093815145770183181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1093815145770183181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1093815145770183181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1093815145770183181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2756905487940393918</id><published>2009-06-15T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:09:32.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Was NOT a FUN DAY</title><content type='html'>Sunday started out w us waking up at around 7:35am &amp;amp; having to be at church at 8:15am! Our church is 3 mns from our house so that was a plus. We quickly took baths- threw some clothes on the girls and we were out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During service Rick &amp;amp; I felt like total dog poop. Rick had drank too much the night before- I on the other hand had a 3 day sinus headache along w a sore throat and a canker sore on the back of my tongue which made it hard to eat and swallow! When we were asked to stand during service- I couldn't- that is how bad I felt. I was trying so hard to listen to the 'Lord is My Shepherd' sermon but could not focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our service was over- we headed over to the playroom to pick up the girls.  Gia was happy until the ladies did not open the door fast enough for her to escape- so she then threw a small fit. Lexi stood up happy- kept pulling her dress away from her. As she turned around - I could see the back side of her dress was wet w brown stains! I almost died! As I dropped her off I told the ladies that this was her first time to wear panties at church to make sure she goes potty. They said 'okay'.  Unfortunately- not everyone is as smart as me. When you think a kid needs to go potty- you don't ask them you must tell them that it is time to go potty. They are so busy they will say NO and then they might be too shy to ask. I took Lexi to the little potty room--the pottys are so cute because they are little for kids. When I placed her on the potty I almost threw up-- the smell of the potty plus the smell of her butt almost knocked me out! Luckily I had clean undies and a pull up BUT NO extra clothes. The ladies gave me a blanket that I could wrap her up in so we could get to the car w.o her being embarressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out the door- Rick called and said that Ricky had put the wrong WalMart bag in the VBS box--so I had to rifle in the box- run to the truck and find the correct bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home- I made a quick brunch (for Rick)-- my mouth hurt too bad to eat. Rick ate and said 'Going to bed'--- I was not too happy about this because I still had two girls that were awake and that were not expected to go to bed until 1pm or so. I was also mad because he felt sick due to excess alcohol- I felt bad due to illness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party that the girls were going to attend later in the afternoon. I was pretty excited about the party because it was a pool party and I had bought the girls some really cute floaties. I was hoping to get some headache relief and some 'lay down' time in before the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I popped a Benadryl &amp;amp; layed on Lexi's bed as the girls played- I had my eyes closed BUT my ears were open. I have learned that this is a huge NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Lexi open the fridge and I heard the chairs scoot out so I popped out of bed and ran to the dining room. I opened up their yogurt and got them a spoon. I thought - great they are eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I layed back down. I then heard a lot of laughing and giggling. I thought- 'Great - they are getting along'. 10 minutes later Gia came to me and said 'Mommy I'm messy!' My eyes popped open and saw a 2yr old standing in front of me with purple and pink yogurt ALL over her body. It was in her hair, on her tummy, on her back, on her arms and legs. After a couple of 'non mommy words' I ran to the dining room and saw that my 4 yr old had painted herself and the table and the floor was splattered w Trix yogurt! Needless to say I was LIVID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw them in the tub and wash them from head to toe! I left them in the tub to clean up the floor mess and when I came back they were playing w Barbies--I had to be the mean mommy and express to them that I meant business and that they were in the worse trouble they have ever been in. Mommy had to say 'No Barbies!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tub- I sent Lexi to her dad to sleep and I tossed Gia in her crib for an early nap. I then layed on Lexi's bed and slept! I slept a much needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up - I felt better but still felt like dog poo. The girls were still asleep- Rick was awake. Gia slept for at least 3 hours! Needless to say- we missed the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good side to this day was that I did not have any kids to watch on Monday--only my own. So I took my girls to Peter Piper Pizza and then I snuggled w them in my bed (Gia ended up in her crib &amp;amp; Lexi &amp;amp; I fell asleep together).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2756905487940393918?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2756905487940393918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2756905487940393918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2756905487940393918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2756905487940393918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-was-not-fun-day.html' title='Sunday Was NOT a FUN DAY'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7616133755282463912</id><published>2009-06-12T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:06:46.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags</title><content type='html'>A few weekends ago- Jenna and Jeremy invited us to go to Six Flags with them. I really wanted to get out of the house, spend time w Jenna and Jeremy, and watch the little girls have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though we were pinching pennies- we went ahead and ventured out. We decided it would be smart to buy Season Passes- with the Season Pass you basically end up getting your money back and since both of my kids are 2- they get in for FREE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls had so much fun on the KID rides- Lexi acted scared a few times- she is normally extremely brave but then again she was having some MAJOR stomach issues so she did not feel 100%. I was so proud of Gia. She ventured off and got on rides where she had to sit alone and she loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick and I rode 2 rides! We did arrive to Six Flags around 3 or 4pm due to Lexi's tummy. The lines were not long AT ALL--the longest was around 30 mns. We first rode Splash Water Falls to cool off- that ride was not so bad. We encouraged Lexi to ride it. At the end of the ride she was mad because her hair turned curly when it got wet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second ride we rode was BATMAN. I thought I was going to die. I grew up being able to ride most all rides-- I was scared when I got on but at the end I was always happy and wanting to ride again. I think I am older now so my insides are not as strong as they used to be. Needless to say- BATMAN was the last ride I rode (minus the kid rides) that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKKMffUbwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3LaDvchoTOs/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487654858125058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKKMffUbwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3LaDvchoTOs/s200/IMG_1429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKKMs1d8kI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aPzwLemZyzo/s1600-h/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487658440684098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKKMs1d8kI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aPzwLemZyzo/s200/IMG_1440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKKM-w826I/AAAAAAAAAP4/bqHJRFQgq8E/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487663253576610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKKM-w826I/AAAAAAAAAP4/bqHJRFQgq8E/s200/IMG_1438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4535894446962093845-7616133755282463912?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7616133755282463912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7616133755282463912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7616133755282463912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7616133755282463912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/six-flags.html' title='Six Flags'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKKMffUbwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3LaDvchoTOs/s72-c/IMG_1429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6366638745819314596</id><published>2009-06-12T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:49:10.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 23 1998</title><content type='html'>Rick and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary on May 23, 2009! We actually celebrated our 14 years together- it is important to add those 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a simple celebration. I chose a dive in Mckinney that had Karaoke. It was fun to 'people' watch. I will probably never go back because it really did not impress me. The Karaoke was not so good- which is normally good entertainment, but in this case a lot of the Karaoke was Rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all- Rick and I had a nice time spending time together w/o KIDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKG8P2SjRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/IjuaCDI3s3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484077246713106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKG8P2SjRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/IjuaCDI3s3Q/s200/IMG_1209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-6366638745819314596?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6366638745819314596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6366638745819314596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6366638745819314596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6366638745819314596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-23-1998.html' title='May 23 1998'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKG8P2SjRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/IjuaCDI3s3Q/s72-c/IMG_1209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8771955921935075151</id><published>2009-06-12T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:44:20.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 2009</title><content type='html'>Friday, June 5, 2009-- Two boys graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The graduation was held at Prestonwood Babtist Church in Plano. We thought we left early enough to make it on time-- little did we THINK that every Mckinney Boyd parent would be going down 121 to get there. So we sat in traffic for a while (in Mckinney!) &amp;amp; got to the event ON TIME! Luckily Jenna save an entire row for our family and friends. The event was not so bad- it was a little long, but luckily the kids were not so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the event we fought traffic- once again- just to go up the street to Maggiano's! I swear it took us 20 or so minutes. Rick was cursing and zipping around traffic and we were sweating-- I had my bare feet up against the A/C vent, BUT we made it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived we had some family waiting and then the rest arrived about 15 mns later. The banquet hall was PACKED. We had around 30 guests arrive to support Ricky and Ryan! It was fabulous because ALL 3 families joined together. I surprised the boys with a montage I created for them and I showed the family a video the boys made while in high school. The entire event was fabulous. My only wish was that Gia was not so clingy and that she would learn to play w other kids and that we had snagged some more leftovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKFW6VMnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Wr74RHY6jWI/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346482336303979794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKFW6VMnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Wr74RHY6jWI/s200/IMG_1397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKFXCpB6JI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eyGC3bq08_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346482338534647954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKFXCpB6JI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eyGC3bq08_Y/s200/IMG_1387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8771955921935075151?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8771955921935075151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8771955921935075151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8771955921935075151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8771955921935075151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-2009.html' title='Graduation 2009'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SjKFW6VMnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Wr74RHY6jWI/s72-c/IMG_1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5620114474097702772</id><published>2009-05-17T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:25:49.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oak Cliff</title><content type='html'>So-- my husband and kids and I went to an art/craft show that my sister was 'showing' at in Dallas. Before we arrived, my husband was crying HUNGER. If he does not get to eat- he starts to act like a 6 month old. He had already started to dig into the girls snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we found where we needed to go- we stopped at a Rib place across the street- it was called 'Off the Bone'-- small place that served ribs, chicken and brisket. Looked good, was clean and only had outside seating-- UNFORTUNATELY they did not open for an hour.  Since that place was closed we started driving straight which was into Oak Cliff. All I can say is --- we would have hit the jackpot if we were needing some liquor! There was a liquor store -not on every corner BUT about every 10 feet on each side of the road.  If you needed gas- you were out of luck. If you needed a gallon of milk from 7-11- you were out of luck. If you needed Happy Meal- you were out of luck. If you needed a 40 ounce--- you were in the RIGHT PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say- after the craft show- which was nice (we actually found a lady that might know someone that can paint Lexi's mural in her room)-- we went across the street and ate at 'Off the Bone'!!!! Yum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5620114474097702772?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5620114474097702772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5620114474097702772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5620114474097702772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5620114474097702772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/05/oak-cliff.html' title='Oak Cliff'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-9197622567541831319</id><published>2009-05-13T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:22:21.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of School</title><content type='html'>The end of the school year is nearing.  I must order end of school year presents for teachers. I have so many to order. 2 groups of 2, 1 speech teacher, and the bus driver &amp;amp; the assistant bus driver! So many people that have an affect in Lexi's life that I must thank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great news is that I think Lexi is being invited back to Primrose next year! That makes me so happy because she has learned so much and has made friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys graduate on June4th! The ceremony is June5th! We shall see what their future brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-9197622567541831319?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9197622567541831319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=9197622567541831319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9197622567541831319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9197622567541831319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-school.html' title='End of School'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5782723385526334024</id><published>2009-05-13T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:10:49.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beans and BBQ</title><content type='html'>Our first Annual 'Beans &amp;amp; BBQ' event was a huge success! We had around 40 people turn out for this event and everyone had a great time. We ordered food from 'Rudys' and it was delicious and it was just enough to feed 40 people. We ordered food for 25! The Lime / Strawberry Margarita machine was also a huge success. It was funny because you could tell that whoever was drinking Strawberry was a bit more tipsy than those that drank lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last guest left at around 330am! These was an old school / family friend of Ricks. I am very thankful that we did not get any complaints from the neighbors- seeing how our houses are backed up to one another and most probably go to bed at 9pm. The smokers and most of the men hung out in the back- so it got loud- especially w Rick talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to fall asleep w a huge headache I began to realize why I should not drink. After falling asleep w a wet rag on my head around 4am--the GIA alarm went off at 6AM!!!!!!!!!! She had apparently threw up, but after I threw a clean sheet over her old sheet (I know this is bad), turned on Cinderella, got her a sippy cup- she went back down until around 730am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick was great! He woke up around 7AM and started cleaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5782723385526334024?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5782723385526334024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5782723385526334024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5782723385526334024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5782723385526334024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/05/beans-and-bbq.html' title='Beans and BBQ'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8182808241409364399</id><published>2009-04-13T07:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:39:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>Easter was Great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we all woke up at around 715am (well, not Gia- we had to wake her up and we had to drag the boys out of bed).  We got ready-- the girls were so cute in their Easter dresses and cowboy boots. Around 805 we headed to church - thankfully it is across the street and around the corner! Luckily Lexi and Gia were able to stay in the same classroom/playroom. The Sunday school classrooms were closed. Lexi absolutely LOVED being in Gia's classroom- Gia still panicked at the fact that we LEFT her. Thankfully the teacher held her and walked around with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service we went to an Irish Pub for breakfast--- I would have rather gone to Mimi's Cafe but I had a feeling that it would be crowded. The pub was a bit expensive, but they served a lot of food and they were not crowded so if the girls were bad- it was not so embarressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny dropped off baskets and chocolate bunnies while we were at church! The basket had lots of chocolate, goldfish, new pj's, coloring books and some jellybeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dinner, Jenna and Jeremy hid eggs for the girls and then played outside with them. They had a lot of fun playing w chalk and playing hop scotch. For dinner we cooked a ham-- it was not so delicious. It was from the pig we had butchered and it ended up more like pork chops. The sides were awesome- mashed potatos, sweet potatos, and mac and cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I played outside w the girls and let them jump in puddles. Too much fun- for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was a great Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8182808241409364399?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8182808241409364399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8182808241409364399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8182808241409364399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8182808241409364399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-110227291601004183</id><published>2009-04-08T10:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:49:23.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexi Turns 4!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexi turns 4 years old today!!!!!!! She has grown into such a BIG GIRL!!!! Her personality is one of a TRUE 4 yr olds! Cute, funny, sassy, and a bit BAD at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexi has turned into a smart little puppy. She knows how to spell her name and write her name (first name), she has now started to draw people, name letters and etc... Yesterday I gave her two sheets where she could trace her last name-- later she wrote on a separate piece of paper 'FACI'!!!! She came so close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated her birthday party at Build a Bear. It was fantastic! I would definetely do it again. The kids were great- they picked out an animal and an outfit that fit their personality wonderfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we plan on going to Peter Piper's Pizza up the street w the family to have Lexi's 4th Birthday Dinner. Fun times :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SdzG4hePANI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yW9kkXC-fYU/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347534005240018" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SdzG4hePANI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yW9kkXC-fYU/s200/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SdzG4O-EwDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xaMAQ5O6K8s/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347529038512178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SdzG4O-EwDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xaMAQ5O6K8s/s200/candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-110227291601004183?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/110227291601004183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=110227291601004183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/110227291601004183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/110227291601004183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/04/lexi-turns-4.html' title='Lexi Turns 4!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SdzG4hePANI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yW9kkXC-fYU/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3126766496079120321</id><published>2009-03-20T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:04:39.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know</title><content type='html'>That when a pig is STRESSED OUT they will have an immediate heart attack or fake a heart attack? We saw this a couple of times in Houston--- I only saw fake heart attacks or panic attacks. This would normally happen as they were being led to Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- Ricky's pig almost won-- He was sent to the 'left' where only 13 or 14 pigs were sent out of 30 (if not more). Unfortunately he did not win but at least he got this close- this was the best he has ever done w his pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I did awesome w our lack of shopping in Houston. There were so many PRETTY things that were begging me to buy them--- a beautiful purse w lots of bling, a really cute shirt/ dress (way too expensive $40), and an awesome pair of boots that were not expensive at all. I handled myself well. Rick was also strong--- he did not have his mommy pack his suitcase so he accidentally left his boots, western shirts and hat. He struggled and wore his swish swish suit both days. We were suckered into buying the girls a long sucker and I bought one of my daycare kids a bday present (it was only $10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston was nice-- I would like to go back next year or the year after- but this time go to the rodeo and maybe a concert. Lexi is ready-- but Gia needs a little more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-3126766496079120321?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3126766496079120321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3126766496079120321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3126766496079120321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3126766496079120321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7590128044986793531</id><published>2009-03-18T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:41:56.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So We Thought We Booked Our Hotel Where We Normally Book It</title><content type='html'>Around 930pm after trying to find a place that was not overly packed due to St Patty's Day to eat--- we pulled into the standard Scottish Inns and Suites only to find out that we were not booked for a room! For the first time-- Rick had gone through Hotels.com to book our room for Houston- we normally have the teacher book it so we can get a good room rate. This year was different- so we proceeded to do it ourselves. Come to find out- we booked it at Scottish Inns - which was 40 miles from where we needed to be! UG a LUG LUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called hotels.com - found another hotel (a nicer hotel for not much more)- but we were stuck w paying for the first night at the hotel that was 40 miles away :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to our hotel- I was sort of thankful for the mistake--- It was much bigger- it had a full kitchen, a big bathroom and best of all- we could walk to the arena! How wonderful! We did not have to pay for parking and we did not have to fight for a parking spot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7590128044986793531?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7590128044986793531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7590128044986793531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7590128044986793531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7590128044986793531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-we-thought-we-booked-our-hotel-where.html' title='So We Thought We Booked Our Hotel Where We Normally Book It'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7106587812696213969</id><published>2009-03-13T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:22:55.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is the Little Things</title><content type='html'>The little things are the cutest to me--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning Lexi gets loaded on the bus- Gia and I always wait on the porch until the bus drives away. It is so sweet because once she is loaded - we see her little white (very white) arm pop up and start to wave frantically! It is fun to wave back and blow kisses and to see Gia wave back and blow kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7106587812696213969?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7106587812696213969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7106587812696213969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7106587812696213969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7106587812696213969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-little-things.html' title='It is the Little Things'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5399794810530879218</id><published>2009-03-09T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:15:19.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Lexi is having her 4 year old birthday party at Build a Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to WALMART (love Wal Mart)-- and I spread out 6 invitation designs--from Mickey Mouse to Transformers to Hannah Montana! She chose Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered her cookie cake from the mall (since Build a Bear is at the mall also) and she is having a chocolate chip cookie cake w a cool bright pink guitar designed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on a small party w a minimum of 6-7 kids (my kids count- so at least 5 extra kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes well and I hope the kids have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi is getting so smart-- she can play on the computer- she loves to surf You Tube for fun kid songs and such and she loves Barbie.com and Sprout.com. She can also write her name- her 'e' looks funny but I am impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my Lexi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5399794810530879218?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5399794810530879218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5399794810530879218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5399794810530879218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5399794810530879218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6552398710393834494</id><published>2009-03-01T20:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:19:13.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston</title><content type='html'>Two more weeks until HOUSTON!!!! It will not be the most fun trip BUT it is a break away from home! I hope that the boys do well showing their pigs and I hope that the girls are good and I hope we eat some gooooooooooooooooooood BBQ meat :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-6552398710393834494?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6552398710393834494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6552398710393834494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6552398710393834494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6552398710393834494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/houston.html' title='Houston'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8608701864276249712</id><published>2009-02-25T21:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:13:21.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2/26/09</title><content type='html'>Jenna turns 20! No longer is she a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her a scrapbook (in one day)-- showing a quick history of her first 20 years. I'm sure she will like it because she likes anything 'about her'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also going to pay her phone bill for 1 month. This should make her happy. Maybe I'll make her some lemon bars-- or whatever may be in the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SaYIdtB6ABI/AAAAAAAAAOw/h3LnSQhahjk/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SaYIdtB6ABI/AAAAAAAAAOw/h3LnSQhahjk/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306938517299527698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SaYIdtB6ABI/AAAAAAAAAOw/h3LnSQhahjk/s200/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8608701864276249712?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8608701864276249712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8608701864276249712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8608701864276249712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8608701864276249712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/22609.html' title='2/26/09'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SaYIdtB6ABI/AAAAAAAAAOw/h3LnSQhahjk/s72-c/scan0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2963189065495588345</id><published>2009-02-17T12:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:52:12.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, My Kids are Freakin' Cute</title><content type='html'>Easier to post the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbXVbkOvzh0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbXVbkOvzh0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cI3czlo32K8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cI3czlo32K8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJQACtEqN0s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJQACtEqN0s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2963189065495588345?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2963189065495588345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2963189065495588345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2963189065495588345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2963189065495588345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-my-kids-are-freakin-cute.html' title='Yes, My Kids are Freakin&apos; Cute'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-4210646887182882474</id><published>2009-02-14T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:20:22.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>This was a great Valentine's Day----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid came and dropped off some treats for the girls. Lexi was excited-- it was a great distraction since she was whining about wanting to play play doh when she woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Lexi's school had the class Valentine party--- Lexi was not part of it because she does not stay the entire day. She did- however - get a Valentine bag of cards and candy. We did not write cards because no one told us that there would be a party and we did not have a list of names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus dropped Lexi off at home- Mr Charles (the bus driver) had a Valentine bag of M&amp;amp;M's for Lexi and one for Gia! (I love it when people include Gia) That was very very sweet and very thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the girls saw the treats that Cupid left- we treated it as a normal day--- we grocery shopped- which I hate doing w the girls (mainly I hate it w Gia), we rested, and I started to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Rick and I got each other a 'Budget' :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-4210646887182882474?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4210646887182882474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=4210646887182882474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4210646887182882474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4210646887182882474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8582533589939223741</id><published>2009-02-07T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:52:13.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Has Cheaper Groceries</title><content type='html'>Kroger or Walmart? I am having a hard time telling. We are normally Walmart shoppers, but I decided to go to Kroger.  I noticed a few different items like chocolate milk in the gallon (we have to buy 3 a week!) was half the price at Kroger vs. Walmart- this was a HOORAY!!! I hate the idea of having to use a Reward Card- they are just setting you up to forget it. I do like that Kroger has Double Coupons-- I only had one was that was eligible today. I also like the fact that Kroger does not have much to distract you vs what you are there for. If I was not on a tight budget I would not mind this because it is fun to be distracted sometimes.  I think I saved around 6.50 w coupons- that made me happy- seeing how I normally leave the coupons at home! I'll probably try Kroger again next weekend-- hopefully my list will be a little smaller than it was this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8582533589939223741?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8582533589939223741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8582533589939223741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8582533589939223741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8582533589939223741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/which-has-cheaper-groceries.html' title='Which Has Cheaper Groceries'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6988149505333213099</id><published>2009-02-06T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:28:22.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Back</title><content type='html'>In an effort to free ourselves of debt and pre pay off our upcoming Disney trip-- we have tightened our belts and watched our spending like we've never watched it before. We make grocery lists and do our best to stick with the list. I have also started to clip coupons again but the sad part is that I always forget to bring them. This week I am determined to remember-- (I stapled them to my list so hopefully I don't lose my list). I am also wanting to try to shop at Kroger-- looking forward to Double Coupon day IF I remember to bring them. Lexi is only wearing diapers at night or if she has a bad poopy day and we are on a long trip-- so that has cut down on the cost of diapers.  I know that in the near future Rick and I will relapse for a weekend and spend-- due to not buying anything new-- but I am sure it won't be so bad. With tax season because so good to us- we hope to have our bills paid off by May! Glorious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-6988149505333213099?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6988149505333213099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6988149505333213099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6988149505333213099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6988149505333213099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutting-back.html' title='Cutting Back'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5769737400879393331</id><published>2009-01-24T11:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:54:23.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Wedding and Random</title><content type='html'>We are going to Rick's sister's wedding at 4pm today--- It is a Cowboy Themed wedding --thank goodness-- casual and comfy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 5 pounds since we got back from our vacation and I have trimmed off some of the baby fat that Gia gave me when she was born!!!! I've cut out sweet tea, rarely drink soda, do my best to avoid the sweets, and I eat more yogurt, bananas, cereal, juice, etc.... I still - however- insist on my weekly Aparicios delivery! YUM!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky has his first BIG date tonight! He has been asked to go to MORP! Unfortunately we will probably miss the 'picture taking' ceremony since we will be at Rick's sister's wedding- BUT I'm sure his 'girl's' mom will give us copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi has a cold-- that sucks-- she slept w us last night- that really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for an infant to care for-- it seems like when you are not looking that everyone wants you to watch their child, BUT when you are looking- no one calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5769737400879393331?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5769737400879393331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5769737400879393331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5769737400879393331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5769737400879393331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/cowboy-wedding-and-random.html' title='Cowboy Wedding and Random'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7400257522842141229</id><published>2009-01-18T20:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:02:47.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Tuesday a Rock Concert or an Inauguration</title><content type='html'>Just wondering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And -when did Ch 8 turn into the HSN? They are taking air time to sell Obama coins?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Are One"-- I don't get it. Why are we 'One' all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama will be the president Tuesday-- he won-- He made tons of promises-- as most presidental hopefuls do-- We will see what becomes of these promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONE thing that I can say that I like about Obama is he spirit to motivate others to volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting a new president Tuesday- I wish that the media would treat it as that--NOT as a rock concert.  Who cares which famous people will be singing and attending? Does it matter? Maybe this is there only way to get people to watch? --Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see what Obama brings over the next 4 years. Will the media be honest if he fails or will they blame someone else for his failure-- it will be interesting. Will the media and public 'hate on' Obama if he fails- like they do Bush (which- by the way- Bush did not fail completely, but the media and others speak as if he did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fan of Obama - not because he is a Democrat--but for many other reasons-- I will - however- be waking up on Tuesday with open eyes and an open mind. I wish that everyone could do that-- even if the president was a Republican, but for whatever reason- we are not 'one'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7400257522842141229?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7400257522842141229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7400257522842141229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7400257522842141229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7400257522842141229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-tuesday-rock-concert-or-inauguration.html' title='Is Tuesday a Rock Concert or an Inauguration'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1161491520137476967</id><published>2009-01-15T12:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:28:17.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>On this date - after the last daycare child (assuming I am still doing that field of work) has left-- we will all pile into the car and head to Florida. We are currently planning our next trip and I am so happy that we are planning it and not just 'up and leaving'. So for the next 11 months we have to save, save, save and spend SMART!!!! I was so happy that on our last trip to Walmart - we only spend $110 on groceries!!!!! (It's all about making a list!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be arriving on Christmas Eve and waking up Christmas morning at Walt Disney World. We do not know which hotel we will be staying at yet, but since the kids (bigger ones) will be paying for most of their portion then that will really help. I think right now we are looking at Wilderness Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are waking up on Christmas morning in a hotel- we plan on bringing a small small tree and making sure to let Santa know where we will be staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1161491520137476967?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1161491520137476967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1161491520137476967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1161491520137476967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1161491520137476967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-23-2009.html' title='December 23, 2009'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-4356184900943565049</id><published>2009-01-12T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:33:15.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>We are almost done w putting up our Christmas decorations. We have 2 more trees to tear down and a couple of plastic bins to take upstairs. Then once I can push my husband upstairs he will have to put ALL the plastic bins and the 3 trees in our Texas attics! Once all of that is complete- I can sweep, mop, and dust and feel soooooooooooooooooo good :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-4356184900943565049?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4356184900943565049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=4356184900943565049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4356184900943565049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4356184900943565049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5387156535100604430</id><published>2009-01-09T07:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:45:09.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tijuana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Oh no you only need your driver's license to get back over the border', said everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we hoped on the bus that takes you over each border 'easily and safely'. We got where we needed to go-- TIJUANA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd-3Uq7DQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z-JsJQYcWZk/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289335776276581634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd-3Uq7DQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z-JsJQYcWZk/s200/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we walked down the tunnel to get to the shopping areas-- I was very glad that I did not have to go to the bathroom because I had no quarters and it cost 50 cents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the end of the tunnel- the streets were not too busy with tourists--so that made us (mainly Cowboy Rick) a target with the vendors. 'Hey Cowboy!!! I got some boots for you.'- 'Hey Cowboy, I got a leather belt I can sell you--come look- I make you a good deal!' It got to be a little annoying, but for the most part it did not bother me- it made me laugh because they would say some funny things &amp;amp; each vendor would begin to start saying the same thing. 'We have free parking.' (for the stroller)-- 'We have free babysitting' (as they tried to tell Rick he should go inside the Nude Bar). My favorite was the man that said 'Come into my shop and spend money on something you don't need.' Then they would always try and guess where we were from. Basically the vendors were nice, fun, and did not get upset when we said 'no thank you'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For brunch-- the boys decided to eat at a Mexican buffet. I chose to eat the snacks in our backpack. The little girls- chose to eat sugar and a bite of bread. The service was great &amp;amp; I am not just saying great for us (I knew they knew they would get a better than normal tip from most Americans), but it was great for the table that only gave them a $1 tip. The food......... looked disgusting, but then again I do not have an open mind with food. The boys ate it like it was their last meal! Needless to say- the food was cheap and no one got the 'runs'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd9s96D0OI/AAAAAAAAANw/BsI2XzvN7b0/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334498855735522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd9s96D0OI/AAAAAAAAANw/BsI2XzvN7b0/s200/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd9shytBJI/AAAAAAAAANo/jLCWKyKFRo4/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334491308688530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd9shytBJI/AAAAAAAAANo/jLCWKyKFRo4/s200/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After brunch- the tourists started to pack the place. It was not overly crowded but enough to take most of the attention off of us. I loved negotiating with the vendors &amp;amp; I never tried to talk them down too low because I knew this was how they fed their kids and family. I did not buy myself anything but I bought the girls a Mexican doll. It is similiar to the one I was given when I was little and visited Mexico. Rick bought a belt, bracelet and a pancho. I also bought a couple of little items for a friend or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the shops down each street looked the same-- bright colors, jewelry, trinkets, toys etc.. The funniest shops (to me) were the Nude Bars on each street. I think I counted 4-5 and I only went down 3-4 streets. So basically if you walk down one street- you can cross over to the other street and choose which one you like best. I kept trying to tell Rick to go in one to see what it was all about and he refused for fear of getting robbed. As we were passing a Nude Bar- we noticed a couple of ladies getting out of a car. They were going to the Nude Bar to get ready for work. I will have to say that our Nude Bar girls look a jillion times better. These girls were scary! I am very interested in how much they bring home doing what they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWdlWJ5OUVI/AAAAAAAAANI/h1qdDsE9iYo/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289307718657397074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWdlWJ5OUVI/AAAAAAAAANI/h1qdDsE9iYo/s200/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWdmvobmW7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/j5yAezZ1Avo/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289309255862999986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWdmvobmW7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/j5yAezZ1Avo/s200/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we walked we saw a handful of Mexican police. I have to say that they are pretty bad at their jobs- unprofessional- not really serious (except for one that I saw directing traffic- he was working hard). I saw two ladies laughing as they were passing their cell phone back and forth. I saw one policeman talking to a beautiful lady on a bench having a great time. I also saw a couple eating and looking at a vendor site. I am very glad that I did not have to go to them for anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd-CkaEjvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sx7UP1k9igw/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334869967802098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd-CkaEjvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sx7UP1k9igw/s200/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were done shopping we headed back to the bus. We waited about 15 minutes past the time that the bus was suppose to arrive and then got on board. We were so happy. I was taking pictures and the BOOM we stopped. I noticed a really really really long line of people. These people were waiting to get back across the border. I thought 'Certainly the bus will zip right past these people and we will be off the bus in no time.' Long story short- we were on the bus for 3 hours- mostly sitting idle! Once we got off we waited in another line, but it was fast. Then we were lectured by the immigration officier- which he was actually really nice. He let us cross. We got on another quick bus to take us back to the car - we loaded up and headed back to Texas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd8moA3UGI/AAAAAAAAANY/gGiaCMV3KJU/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289333290387853410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd8moA3UGI/AAAAAAAAANY/gGiaCMV3KJU/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd8mzangsI/AAAAAAAAANg/wUJDnZiaRGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289333293448659650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd8mzangsI/AAAAAAAAANg/wUJDnZiaRGQ/s200/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say-- I did it and I do not see ANY reason to do it again. I would also not tell my worst enemy that 'before you leave California, you just HAVE to visit Tijuana!'-- Rick had a lady at a gas station tell him that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5387156535100604430?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5387156535100604430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5387156535100604430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5387156535100604430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5387156535100604430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/tijuana.html' title='Tijuana'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWd-3Uq7DQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z-JsJQYcWZk/s72-c/IMG_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-9131377605319112085</id><published>2009-01-06T20:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:58:44.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Zoo and Sea World</title><content type='html'>While we were in California we bought a 'Vacation Pass'. This passbook included tickets for Sea World and the San Diego Zoo. We were able to do both in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSxFsSP8QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OmuFZYmTAYU/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288546573784969474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSxFsSP8QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OmuFZYmTAYU/s200/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSxoRjDIEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u7By0g7V3KI/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288547167903096898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSxoRjDIEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u7By0g7V3KI/s200/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first visited the zoo -- which I absolutely LOVED. I have only been to the Dallas and Fort Worth zoo-- the San Diego zoo was by far the best!!!!!!!!!!! I loved the beauty of it and the space and area they provided their animals. I also loved there idea of doing everything themselves as far as using recycled material (&amp;amp; I am normally not a recycler fanatic). The San Diego Zoo is a gorgeous zoo with lots of hills!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSwONY-PcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Kt90AvOWfrw/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288545620598865346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSwONY-PcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Kt90AvOWfrw/s200/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our trip to the zoo we visited Sea World. I had never visited Sea World so I was pretty excited. Sea World also had a nice layout. It was very clean and had really nice exhibits. We could have pet and fed dolphins but the line was too long. Ryan and Rick bought some fish and fed the sea lions. WOW that was COOL!! They knew you had fish to feed them and they let you know that they wanted those fish NOW. They would BARK at you and try to be the loudest because they knew they were in competition with the other lions. The greatest part of this story --which I sadly have to say that I missed- was when Ryan bought some fish to feed the sea lions. He was very careless &amp;amp; had the fish opened up wide for ALL to see. All of a sudden a bird knocked him in the head and grabbed (in one gulp) all of the fish- leaving only the fish bucket!!!!! Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSyW9OQBiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uahTTN90cYo/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288547969901004322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSyW9OQBiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uahTTN90cYo/s200/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to Elmo's World and watched the 4D Sesame Street movie. Lexi finally accepted and realized what the 3D glasses were for. She loved it. As I sat with Gia I looked over and saw Lexi grabbing for Cookies and other objects that were jetting out of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWS0JXQkyBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/isUe_NUiHxM/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288549935395162130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWS0JXQkyBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/isUe_NUiHxM/s200/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWS0k8VaRNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7aLXjS9Lyck/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288550409204024530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWS0k8VaRNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7aLXjS9Lyck/s200/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last- the all time best part of Sea World was of course- the Shamu show! Beautiful!!!! Lexi loved it and was in amazement as she watched the whales do tricks and stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSzWlc6LVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JwZ6w3RLcME/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288549063031663954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSzWlc6LVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JwZ6w3RLcME/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSzwWloEFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zwNIitiUXIU/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288549505718292562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSzwWloEFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zwNIitiUXIU/s200/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out I surprised the girls w a stuffed dolphin and a whale. Lexi likes to call them her 'Whalfins'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWS01aYbSEI/AAAAAAAAANA/bmmLNoQx68M/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288550692147644482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWS01aYbSEI/AAAAAAAAANA/bmmLNoQx68M/s200/IMG_0181.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-9131377605319112085?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9131377605319112085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=9131377605319112085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9131377605319112085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9131377605319112085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/san-diego-zoo-and-sea-world.html' title='San Diego Zoo and Sea World'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWSxFsSP8QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OmuFZYmTAYU/s72-c/IMG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3245081349200755951</id><published>2009-01-04T16:01:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:37:15.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Disneyland</title><content type='html'>We had never been to Disneyland, but only to Disneyworld! We have been to Disneyworld twice and loved it. I always thought that Disney California could not compare to Disney Florida- I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWE2lnnRfEI/AAAAAAAAALI/ug4E-I2Z1FI/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287567457426439234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWE2lnnRfEI/AAAAAAAAALI/ug4E-I2Z1FI/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought 3 day passes for Disneyland and Adventure Disney. Since we have 'little ones'-- I would have liked to have stayed at the hotel on the property and I would have liked to have stayed at least 1-2 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWFDDkCnP-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/8hDGeGOjt3I/s1600-h/P1070505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287581166002978786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWFDDkCnP-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/8hDGeGOjt3I/s200/P1070505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls were a bit shy with the characters- They insisted on staying in their strollers (it was their protection zone). Since Disney Cali only has two parks we did not see as many characters and princesses as we would have seen in Florida-- but the girls saw enough. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWFL_eta-2I/AAAAAAAAALw/D5WmUR0aShU/s1600-h/P1070473.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWFENVWpySI/AAAAAAAAALY/IYYUXqgu_1M/s1600-h/P1070473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582433370818850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWFENVWpySI/AAAAAAAAALY/IYYUXqgu_1M/s200/P1070473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the days went on we started to 'figure things out'-- we should have utilized the Fast Past and the 'Parent Swap' more often. We took advantage of this on our last day (New Years Eve). It worked great. We also made sure to bring coats and blankets because it got really really cold at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another difference from each park was the food. Cali's food was not so good, Florida's food was always yummy and awesome. We did reserve a dinner at Ariel's Grotto. We had the opportunity to have the princesses visit our table and stand next to Ariel. Tooooooo expensive but a one time opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWF_usV-kPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GCJ6OwIRjnU/s1600-h/P1070563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647877663723762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWF_usV-kPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GCJ6OwIRjnU/s200/P1070563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adventure Disney was awesome. They had a really nice 'set up' and design to that park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time we visit- I am definetely going to insist on staying on the park grounds. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWFKLp_8GMI/AAAAAAAAALo/X-SRJJIshgM/s1600-h/P1070630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287589001622722754" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWFKLp_8GMI/AAAAAAAAALo/X-SRJJIshgM/s200/P1070630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4535894446962093845-3245081349200755951?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3245081349200755951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3245081349200755951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3245081349200755951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3245081349200755951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-disneyland.html' title='Welcome to Disneyland'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWE2lnnRfEI/AAAAAAAAALI/ug4E-I2Z1FI/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8372902570436679747</id><published>2009-01-03T19:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:58:31.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here We Come!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - we decided (my husband- really)--- to make a trip out to California &amp;amp; visit the sites. I was not too excited about the idea because it was last minute and I did not feel like spending money and adding to our bills, but I was told that I could stay home or go--so I opted to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove!!!! We always drive to all of our trips. It was quite a long trip-- no stopping- only to go potty and get gas! Lexi was awesome during the drive-- I let her snuggle in the back w me for a few hours until we started to hit icey roads in New Mexico and Arizona. Gia was pretty upset for parts of the ride there. I tried to snuggle in the back with her, but she was too wirey and got upset pretty easily. Rick drove and did a good job--- I slept during most of the night and the boys tried taking turns staying up with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we arrived in California we were stopped by the Guards and asked if we were bringing in fruit-- Ummmmmmmmmm 'No'--little did they know we had a ton of oranges in our suitcases. J/K--- but it is not like they checked our bags. Of course they probably saw our car with the 'topper' and said 'Let's let that car pass!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;California was beautiful! Mountains and hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWAevpNoBBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SjVkUe7juKo/s1600-h/P1070421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287259766398649362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWAevpNoBBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SjVkUe7juKo/s200/P1070421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I was amazed at the houses on the mountains. After we arrived at our hotel- we unpacked and ordered room service- we had not eaten all day (except for breakfast). After we ate- Rick took a small nap - the boys crashed and I took the girls to look at the hotel. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWAfa4dNZBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RAmxqDIDIkk/s1600-h/P1070426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260509224920082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWAfa4dNZBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RAmxqDIDIkk/s200/P1070426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Rick woke up from his catnap- the girls, Rick and I headed out to buy a new double stroller and to look at the sites. After we pulled out of Babies R Us the girls passed out---so we had to look at the sites from our car- which was fine w me- it was cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was amazed at how crowded California was. Did anyone have to work the next day- could all the people have been tourists? We drove down Rodeo and other nearby parts. Lights, lights and more lights. A small movie theatre on almost every corner and lots and lots of people. I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWAk0sE8ujI/AAAAAAAAALA/tA_uzyPJxx8/s1600-h/P1070434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287266450136676914" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SWAk0sE8ujI/AAAAAAAAALA/tA_uzyPJxx8/s200/P1070434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;More to come............&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/4535894446962093845-8372902570436679747?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8372902570436679747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-9062124423881714196</id><published>2008-12-18T14:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:15:59.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Gia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUq9FEhoprI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WZoaPpKiwBI/s1600-h/baby+G+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281241407857141426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUq9FEhoprI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WZoaPpKiwBI/s200/baby+G+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUq9FVCuJcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iaLwN4HRB_I/s1600-h/P1020616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281241412290880962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUq9FVCuJcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iaLwN4HRB_I/s200/P1020616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUq9GdJRsmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GArmsyismLU/s1600-h/P1070217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281241431645729378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUq9GdJRsmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GArmsyismLU/s200/P1070217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is finally Gia's 2nd Birthday-- her party was forever and a year ago and it has seemed to drag since that time. I can't believe she is already '2'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Terrible Two's' is REAL! It does not affect every child, but it has affected my child. It started a few months ago and it has gotten worse. It seems to really be bad when we are trying to eat out. I will normally have to have her in my lap while I eat; however at times- if you open a pack of sugar and pour it on the table that will help calm her down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you make Gia mad by not giving her what she wants she will scream and then run into a kitchen cabinet or door-- at times she throws herself to the ground. I normally just look at her and say 'I'm sorry, but I can't'- Then I will walk away and she will get up. Gia also has begun to refuse to lay on diaper changing stations. She fights, kicks, and screams. Here lately I have had to put paper towels on the floor and change her there (there was a couch at Macys I changed her on the other day - that went very well :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gia has become very independent- if I give her a piece of candy- I am not allowed to open it. Gia has to open it and then the trash normally lands on the floor. Sometimes she will ask for a cookie or something else-when I try and hand it to her- she gets angry and screaches. I will then put it on the floor, walk away and then watch as she sneaks over to it, pick it up and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gia is terrible but she has her good side also. She is so funny these days with her expanded language. She loves to copy and mimic Alexis- I 'm sure this will begin to annoy Lexi pretty soon. When she gets a treat she makes sure to grab one for Lexi and Reese. If you are coughing- she will say 'Okay?' When Gia knows that it is bedtime she will start to turn on her 'cuteness &amp;amp; charm'. She can be crazy. When she yells for one of her brothers- she combines their names 'Rickyryan!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at her and I wonder 'How is she going to be when she is 3 or 4 or 8? I can wait to see- however I'd like for her to get past '2' stage. &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/4535894446962093845-9062124423881714196?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9062124423881714196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=9062124423881714196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9062124423881714196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9062124423881714196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-gia.html' title='Happy Birthday To Gia'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUq9FEhoprI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WZoaPpKiwBI/s72-c/baby+G+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-9100516684359335528</id><published>2008-12-14T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:11:52.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Like Getting a Shot--</title><content type='html'>*You have to do it *You wait in line to see the 'Big Guy' *You cry and snot all over your mommy and daddy *It takes 10 seconds *You get a treat afterwards *When it is over you say 'That wasn't so bad'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured out this morning to take the girls to see Santa--- When we told Lexi what we were planning- she was not so thrilled. Our Santa was moved from the Frisco mall to the new outside mall in Allen. The setup is outside- it is beautiful and Santa was nice enough to bring two of his reindeer with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was a little windy, but not cold. We stood in - what looked like a short line- for probably about 45 minutes. Lexi insisted that I hold her for the majority of the time- she was a little nervous. Gia went back and forth from ALL of us-- I think Lexi made her nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally had our turn- Lexi sat like a scared little bird- but did not cry and whispered 'thank you' under her breath when Santa gave her the coloring book. Gia- on the other hand-- cried and snotted! (&amp;amp; I think let out a little package)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though taking these girls to see Santa is pretty stressful- it is soooo worth it AND this Santa (which is the only Santa) is the best Santa in the world! He is so patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUWB2z9qbKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZfiF1NTyrII/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279768916823534754" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUWB2z9qbKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZfiF1NTyrII/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click to blow up and see the girls up close&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-9100516684359335528?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9100516684359335528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=9100516684359335528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9100516684359335528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9100516684359335528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-just-like-getting-shot.html' title='It&apos;s Just Like Getting a Shot--'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SUWB2z9qbKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZfiF1NTyrII/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6882991498311520636</id><published>2008-12-10T14:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:04:49.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty or Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://family.go.com/santas-list/video/29409-aimeeandrickplus5/"&gt;http://family.go.com/santas-list/video/29409-aimeeandrickplus5/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-6882991498311520636?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6882991498311520636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6882991498311520636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6882991498311520636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6882991498311520636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/12/naughty-or-nice.html' title='Naughty or Nice'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6015090115683849331</id><published>2008-12-02T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:14:46.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger- Playdoh w Beads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STYF0SojbHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rdDr3l_pRzQ/s1600-h/P1070021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275410409424383090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STYF0SojbHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rdDr3l_pRzQ/s200/P1070021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short-- Lexi brought home decorated Playdoh from Daycare-- she decorated it w little beads. She wanted to play with it- I told her to share with Gia. I gave Gia half and Gia said 'Eat?' I said 'NO EAT-- only PLAY!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on- Gia came upstairs with us- I noticed a pink bugar! I thought 'Hmmmmm!'-- I wiped her nose and realized it was  pink bead! I squeezed it out her nose-- no big deal! A little while later- she had a runny nose- so I went to wipe it and thought 'Maybe we should check to see if there is more up her nose.'--- We looked and sure enough a white bead was in her right nostril and was surrounded by some playdoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAGGUMMIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the tweezers, held her down and tried our best to get it out. We were not successful so Jenna and I took her to the  After Hour Emergency Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was only a $25 co pay, we were only there for about an hour, the doctor and nurses were nice, and &lt;br /&gt;it only took the doctor three different methods to get it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gia is STRONG- it took 3-4 people to hold her down--- she cried and screamed, but I think she was just sad and scared-- once I picked her up and gave her 2 suckers she was fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not surprise me that she did what she did- she is my child that eats and poops blue crayons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-6015090115683849331?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6015090115683849331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6015090115683849331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6015090115683849331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6015090115683849331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/12/danger-playdoh-w-beads.html' title='Danger- Playdoh w Beads'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STYF0SojbHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rdDr3l_pRzQ/s72-c/P1070021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5379172008437960774</id><published>2008-11-28T17:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:20:42.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STCCZu8EE3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ojwMsJVUnTc/s1600-h/P1060898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273858542259147634" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STCCZu8EE3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ojwMsJVUnTc/s200/P1060898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By far the BEST birthday party I have thrown for my girls! My Gym is the ultimate birthday party place :-) At first I was a little nervous about the cost and the number of kids that may or may not show. Luckily I had around 15 kids that showed up to party- some were invited and some were 'tag alongs' (which was fine w me) - my goal was to have 20 kids show because that was the 'up to' number of kids that I paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gym was fabulous because the entire room was reserved for us and the kids got to run FREE and play! The My Gym employees were also great- they were involved w entertaining the kids, they wiped my child's nose, they had energy and they looked like they loved what they do.  In addition, they were also very patient- when the kids did not cooperate during Circle Time- they allowed them to go ahead w their free play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it Loved it Loved it-- May have Lexi's party there in April :=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STCCaOc9KBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jftjZghZCns/s1600-h/P1060853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273858550718605330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STCCaOc9KBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jftjZghZCns/s200/P1060853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STCCaKa8ylI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5ZNiACyCQ7w/s1600-h/P1060852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273858549636450898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STCCaKa8ylI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5ZNiACyCQ7w/s200/P1060852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/STCCZu8EE3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ojwMsJVUnTc/s72-c/P1060898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7154127546897088074</id><published>2008-11-26T09:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:13:30.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Song and Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-282059ed01a89cef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2233132868268149000</id><published>2008-11-25T12:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:42:12.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SSxG6rD-SvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yNBDS4XG9WI/s1600-h/P1060842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272667237549755122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SSxG6rD-SvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yNBDS4XG9WI/s200/P1060842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Only wore them for 2 minutes to watch 3D Shrek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2233132868268149000?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2233132868268149000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2233132868268149000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2233132868268149000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2233132868268149000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/11/crack-me-up.html' title='Crack Me Up'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SSxG6rD-SvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yNBDS4XG9WI/s72-c/P1060842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8345619599795825697</id><published>2008-11-19T21:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:24:06.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lexi Can be Terrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SScmkutQojI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kQIWbKRWLXA/s1600-h/P1060828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271224301315465778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SScmkutQojI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kQIWbKRWLXA/s200/P1060828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My precious Lexi has 'gone bad'--- she tells her mommy 'no', she screams, she yells 'I am SO mad', she hit her friend today and was shocked when after Mommy gave her multiple warnings that she was disciplined! When mommy puts Lexi on the potty and she poops Lexi says 'Let's call that done!'- even though she is far from done and then when Mommy says 'UH NO'-- she gets really mad. The other day when we were eating I said 'One more bite' and she said 'No it will make me poop!' (What the heck?!?!) What is a mommy to do!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8345619599795825697?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8345619599795825697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8345619599795825697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8345619599795825697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8345619599795825697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-lexi-can-be-terrible.html' title='My Lexi Can be Terrible'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SScmkutQojI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kQIWbKRWLXA/s72-c/P1060828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2038021745751484262</id><published>2008-11-16T17:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:40:07.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fear</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I have a huge fear of mice.  I can handle mice that are 'caged' or dead, but I cannot handle mice that are in MY HOUSE or in any house that I may be in!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fear came when I was a child-- probably around the age of 7 or 8. (Give or take a year). We moved into a home that was near a creek.  With the creek came mice-- BIG mice-- to a little kid--- HUGE mice and lots of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember my mom and her husband putting 'rat' traps in our garage-- One day I peeked in and saw that the rat traps actually worked--tons of dead MICE/RATS. I remember  my mom and her friend commenting that one day when they were in the garage a mouse ran up one of their pants leg. True? Not sure- maybe they were messing w my little head. I learned that mice can run and squeeze perfectly under a closed door, I saw a dead mouse in my dog's outside water bowl and was punished because I refused to dump the bowl w the dead mouse in the alley, I remember seeing 'rat droppings', and I have a scared memory of hearing mice under my bed-- maybe it was my active imagination, but I swear I heard little mouse finger nails scratching on boxes that may have been under my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night- I was in bed watching television with my husband. We were actually RELAXING for once!  The only light was the light from the television. ALL OF A SUDDDEN I saw something all too familiar-- a quick 'something' shooting from the hallway under our closed bedroom door. 'Oh my God- I think I saw a mouse-- Oh my God--- Oh my God' I could not stop saying those words-- I was in a panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brave husband jumped up out of bed- grabbed some pants- turned the light on and was ready to take on the mouse. I was brave enough to turn the lamp on that is next to my bed. I pointed to the 'bed pillows' that are in the corner of our room. These are the pillows you are suppose to buy that make your bed look nice when it is made-- we never make our bed so they are piled on the floor! He tossed one pillow one by one and when he got to the 3rd pillow--- SCEAT SCAT--- it was on the run- back underneath our door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband opened the bedroom door and it was gone. He ordered me to tell the boys to go to Walmart and buy some 'sticky traps'-- Surprisingly w/o complaint they did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got back-- I told them that I felt like the little rodent would be in the closet directly across from our bedroom door. This is a closet- as most of my closets are-- that is filled with STUFF- lots and lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on my bed w a towel underneath my bedroom door- the Fauci men- prepared a trap. They blocked the hallway off and had a bucket/bowl in hand. My husband opened the closet and began to empty the contents. All of a sudden I hear my husband say 'It's in here- dang it went inside a box!' Boy, was I happy to hear that they tracked it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what was said next-- but I heard chaos! Then I heard Ricky say 'I got it!'-- He trapped it w the famous pink barf bowl! Yipee- Praise God!  They somehow scooped it up and threw it back outside. I was hoping they would have put it in our neighbor's mailbox! JUST JOKING (sorta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was a little mouse that may have gotten away from its mom and somehow snuck in our house. We planted some trees lately-- not sure if it came w the trees or maybe it snuck in while we did some handy work on our house. Not sure-  we still have some sticky traps down and luckily they are still empty. I am confident that we don't have any--- I'm actually really hoping- anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2038021745751484262?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2038021745751484262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2038021745751484262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2038021745751484262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2038021745751484262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-fear.html' title='My Fear'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6324740499905545907</id><published>2008-11-14T15:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:41:36.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready To</title><content type='html'>*Have a vacation&lt;br /&gt;*Get a break&lt;br /&gt;*Sit down and relax&lt;br /&gt;*Eat something good&lt;br /&gt;*Have my house completely decorated for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;*Have my Market order paid for and complete&lt;br /&gt;*Watch a good movie w/o  interruption&lt;br /&gt;*Stop having nosey neighbors&lt;br /&gt;*Figure out what to get the boy's for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;*Have my house clean 110% of the time&lt;br /&gt;*Take a nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-6324740499905545907?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6324740499905545907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6324740499905545907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6324740499905545907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6324740499905545907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-ready-to.html' title='I&apos;m Ready To'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1601087325434645735</id><published>2008-11-07T08:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:45:00.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265932012267793970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SRRZQ9qUbjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FFPJ-mkv4tY/s200/P1060750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell and Arial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our house around 5:45pm and walked to a nearby neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighborhood is (possibly) one of the worse neighborhoods for kids.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was meant to be a retirement neighborhood- so porch lights are out at 8pm and some were not even turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood we ventured to was a 'fun' neighborhood. Most of the neighbors were at the end of their driveway, dressed up, and ready to&lt;br /&gt;hand out candy. The only bad part about this neighborhood was that if&lt;br /&gt;the neighbors were not at the end of their driveway- &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SRRYlBcQzEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FtngN2ow9Gc/s1600-h/P1060756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265931257368333378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SRRYlBcQzEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FtngN2ow9Gc/s200/P1060756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really long walk to their door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For the most part, the girls did really good. Lexi said her standard 'Trick or Treat' and 'Thank You', but she was very nervous about the scary decorations and insisted on being held and at times refused to go to certain houses. Gia did what she was told- no matter if the house had scary decorations or if the homeowner was dressed as Frankenstien. The only set back for her was that when the candy bowl was put in front of her she would go to grab for one and then drop it and then stare at the candies in the bowl. It was like she could not decide. The homeowners were very patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SRRX5yhNnjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/T_mDYT_9hxA/s1600-h/P1060759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265930514628189746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SRRX5yhNnjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/T_mDYT_9hxA/s200/P1060759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After around an hour- the girls were 'BEAT' and ready to go home. We threw them in the stroller and I made sure to run to each house that had a 'Help Yourself' sign and grab some candy-Once house had BIG candy bars--always very exciting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to go to Chili's before we went home to grab some FOOD, but Lexi really wanted her bed. After spreading out their candy, opening a few, spitting out the candy they did not like- Lexi passed out! 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I looked around and realized that I was not hungry for anything in the house. I thought about making tacos, but then realized that it would only be Rick and I eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed some cash, got my purse, and sneaked out- leaving Gia and Lexi to stay w dad while I ran to get some grub. Poor Rick- the girls FREAKED out when they realized I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was heading down Custer-- nearing my destination---I kept thinking--'This road sucks-- it is too busy and way too dark w too many headlights'. Then - up ahead- I saw a motorcyclist pull out a few feet in front of me. As he pulled out I thought 'Man, I'm glad he is way up ahead of me-- 'cause he is hard to see!' Then all of a sudden---BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Motorcyclist DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone was hurt, but I am sure the motorcyclist, the car(s) involved, any and everyone around them were scared to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some crazy 'stand still' traffic- I got my Dickey's!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8089724766405212308?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8089724766405212308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8089724766405212308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8089724766405212308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8089724766405212308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-wanted-some-dickeys.html' title='I Just Wanted Some Dickey&apos;s'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3563777036240420492</id><published>2008-11-01T16:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:29:26.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Really Bored</title><content type='html'>'&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzXLGiN3qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-gx3uYewSJ0/s1600-h/bellies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263818650221928098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzXLGiN3qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-gx3uYewSJ0/s200/bellies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how big my belly got w Lexi. She was kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzWsgHdTHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cFLgqsx_-oM/s1600-h/prego+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263818124513070194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzWsgHdTHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cFLgqsx_-oM/s200/prego+001.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;This is what Gia 'the Monster' child did to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzWtiFy42I/AAAAAAAAAI4/3Y1IHHNqbWU/s1600-h/prego+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263818142222836578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzWtiFy42I/AAAAAAAAAI4/3Y1IHHNqbWU/s200/prego+002.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzOv3bgr-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qWGh9OEE-tU/s1600-h/bellies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-3563777036240420492?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3563777036240420492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3563777036240420492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3563777036240420492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3563777036240420492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-really-bored.html' title='I Am Really Bored'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQzXLGiN3qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-gx3uYewSJ0/s72-c/bellies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1113253879401958069</id><published>2008-10-31T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:55:33.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Ready w My Camera This TIme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQtGhoXSY9I/AAAAAAAAAII/-zoJTSipe4M/s1600-h/P1060692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263378133097276370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQtGhoXSY9I/AAAAAAAAAII/-zoJTSipe4M/s200/P1060692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1113253879401958069?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1113253879401958069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1113253879401958069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1113253879401958069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1113253879401958069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-ready-w-my-camera-this-time.html' title='I Was Ready w My Camera This TIme'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQtGhoXSY9I/AAAAAAAAAII/-zoJTSipe4M/s72-c/P1060692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3799164819716736950</id><published>2008-10-29T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:36:53.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls Are Starting to Get It- Well Kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gia&lt;/strong&gt;--- Absolutely no bottles since Sunday-- Whoppeeee. Gia now screams for at least 5 minutes before falling asleep-- as annoying as it is- I am okay with that! I'd rather her scream in her crib than at Walmart in the candy or toy aisle. During the day- she will still scream 'Bottle Bottle'- but I will quickly correct her and say 'Sippy Sippy' and she will repeat me and take the Sippy Cup. I am so happy that she has accepted giving up the bottle so easily-- Now she likes to eat food-- thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic- sorta--- Gia loves to eat food now that she has given up her bottle that she will let Lexi feed her! The other day Lexi had yogurt and Gia yelled 'Bite' and Lexi spooned yogurt in her mouth! Much neater than having Gia spoon yogurt in her own mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gia has started to tell me when she has pottied in her diaper and sometimes when she needs to poop! Code "Princess Potty-Poop"------Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lexi&lt;/strong&gt;--- Lexi has begun to wear panties at home during non sleeping times. She is accepting this more and more everyday. She still asks for a 'white diaper'- she is testing me! For the most part we go through about 6 pair of undies a day. This is mainly due to 'skids' and minor accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Lexi  &amp;amp; I went to Walmart to pick out some undies-- we bought a 3 pk of Little Mermaid and a 3 pk of My Little Pony undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Geez Louise why did I not buy eight 3 packs of My Little Pony panties? She gets so upset when her My Little Pony panties are dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi normally has codes to tell me that she is needing to go or is in the process of going. These codes include 'Mommy I don't want to be a big girl!' (this means she is going)---- 'Mommy-- no-- not yet!' (this is her answer when I say 'let's go potty' and she is in the process of needing to poop).  She was adorable the other day--- She was in the family room and she looked at me and said so sweetly 'Mommy I had an accident'--When we went to the potty she said 'See mommy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that my Lexi will get the Poopy on the Potty process down! Especially if you guys send some prayers my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-3799164819716736950?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3799164819716736950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3799164819716736950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3799164819716736950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3799164819716736950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/my.html' title='My Girls Are Starting to Get It- Well Kinda'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-629731371102568104</id><published>2008-10-28T19:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:37:56.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Lexi's New School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lexi seemed to have a great day at her new school. She woke up at the normal time and was very excited to be able to play w her friend Reese before she had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262366184840923874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQeuKfV4iuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OyURjQWzZNw/s200/P1060681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy took Lexi to school and the kids at school were sitting in a circle listening to a man playing his guitar. Lexi joined in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school- Lexi rode home on the bus. She got home really really fast because she was the only student. She said the bus assistant was nice to her. (I wonder if Lexi talks on the bus or just sits there and looks out the window).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Lexi got home I tried to ask her questions but she was toooooooooooo tired and only wanted to lay down. After 20 minutes she was passed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Lexi woke up - she was nice enough to share her day with me. She said that the 'man teacher' sang and played music and that she ate rice, chicken and drank milk for lunch. She could not tell me her teacher's name and they did something about a fireman. She said that she was coming back tomorrow---SO that was a good sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like she had fun and I am so happy. I do wish that she was not the only kid on the bus, but in time- she may not have to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-629731371102568104?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/629731371102568104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=629731371102568104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/629731371102568104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/629731371102568104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-of-lexis-new-school.html' title='First Day of Lexi&apos;s New School'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SQeuKfV4iuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OyURjQWzZNw/s72-c/P1060681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5092880053733047460</id><published>2008-10-28T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:03:14.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My My How Things Have Changed</title><content type='html'>Back in the mid 90's things were just a little different than they are now. I am referring to Birthday Party planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the mid 90's:&lt;br /&gt;*You could call the party place at least two weeks before the party and a spot would be available&lt;br /&gt;*It cost $10 a head minimum 10 kids (siblings not included in the 10)&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes they would even throw in the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays:&lt;br /&gt;*You have to call &amp;amp; schedule- it seems- more than a month ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;*The cost normally ranges to around OVER $200 and a bit under $300&lt;br /&gt;*Minimum 20 kids-- who in the heck on this Earth knows 20 kids---So if 10 kids show up- it is still the same cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby will turn '2'- she does not care or will even remember if she has a party, but I feel like I should give her a birthday FUN day-- maybe even two or three because she is my baby. It is fun to see the same kids/parents come to each party and watch them interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a small stressful day of planning yesterday- I found the perfect party place at My Gymn. I did have to bump it up to about 3 weeks before her birthday, but I don't think she will care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now- in order to feel like I am getting my money's worth-- I must find 20 kids to invite and convince them that this will be the ultimate party &amp;amp; they won't want to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5092880053733047460?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5092880053733047460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5092880053733047460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5092880053733047460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5092880053733047460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-my-how-things-have-changed.html' title='My My How Things Have Changed'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5666865243938211490</id><published>2008-10-26T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:03:39.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Debate is On!</title><content type='html'>So --- I went and had a mini tour of Lexi's new school/ daycare. I have to say it scared the heck out me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the timing of my tour was really BAD. It was 'free time' and they were getting ready for a Halloween parade. Maybe I am over reacting but my first thought was 'Oh my- this is an actual daycare!'- which I knew it would be, but I guess I pictured it differently. There were around 15 kids per 1 teacher and 1 assistant that looked 14 or 15 years old. I saw no 'bubble' in the room just exhaustion by the two teachers- watching that many 3-4 yr olds would make me exhausted and a little crazy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my fears is: Lexi will be another daycare kid, she won't be 'touched' (one on one), her teacher really won't get to know her (lex will only be there for 2 1/2 hours a day - so will they see her as important), I won't have quick access w her new teacher, not good communication and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I have an option of putting her back at her old school and they would work with her w continuing to advance her! That is good news for me, but it makes me want to just go ahead and put her back in the original school. I know I need to have an open mind and see how it goes for the next week. I can't just make the 'easy' and most 'comfortable' decision for me. As a mom- I should do what I think is best BUT do I really know if it is best for her to go to Primrose or stay at Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5666865243938211490?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5666865243938211490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5666865243938211490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5666865243938211490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5666865243938211490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/debate-is-on.html' title='The Debate is On!'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1715125024622304524</id><published>2008-10-26T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:00:00.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lordy Lord</title><content type='html'>'Bottle' 'Bottle' !!!!!! These are the words of Gia and they are not nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided- well actually I decided a LONG time ago that Gia was too old for the bottle. So last night I decided that it was time --- this decision was helped by the fact that I had no clean bottles and that the milk was in the garage fridge. I layed her down- she screamed 'Bottle, Bottle!!'- cried for 4 minutes and passed out. Yea Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a different story. She woke up and requested a Bottle-- I gave her a sippy cup with milk. She was livid! Oh Geez Louise~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best NOT to give in--- If we can get Lex off the bottle and paci-- we are determined we can get Gia off the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it a little more stressful is that Lexi is BACK in panties! She is sometimes really okay w wearing them and sometimes really really upset! 'I want my white diaper with Mickey and Minnie!'- "I don't want to be a big girl!'--- Where are sometimes she says 'I'm not a baby- I'm Lexi!' &amp;amp; then she names off everyone that wears panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up ahead are some stressful time! Wish me luck and sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1715125024622304524?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1715125024622304524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1715125024622304524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1715125024622304524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1715125024622304524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-lordy-lord.html' title='Oh Lordy Lord'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5661603410593338359</id><published>2008-10-22T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:41:46.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had my camera</title><content type='html'>I would have figured out how to take a picture---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon- I was showing Lexi 'My Little Ponys' on EBAY--She started to snuggle really hard in my lap so I pulled her up in total baby/ snuggle/ fetal position. She looked really tired so I said 'You can close your eyes if you want.' She closed her eyes- I thought she was kidding around, but after a second she started breathing hard--- My baby fell asleep in my arms!!!!!! For me that was such an 'AW' moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I layed her in her bed and luckily she stayed asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5661603410593338359?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5661603410593338359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5661603410593338359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5661603410593338359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5661603410593338359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-had-my-camera.html' title='If I had my camera'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-4034526700099219765</id><published>2008-10-20T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:09:38.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby- Big Girl Lexi is Moving to New Heights!</title><content type='html'>Lexi's teacher called me last week and told me some really good (sad) news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms V (Lexi's main teacher) explained that she noticed a HUGE progression in Lexi's learning since she was enrolled last spring.  She had told me that a few months earlier and at the time I thought 'Dang they are going to kick her out of the program- how can we 'dumb' this girl up!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- needless to say--- Lexi's teacher informed me that Lexi was observed by another MISD teacher-not sure how to explain who this teacher was-- and this teacher (Ms. Barton) said 'Hmmm this little girl should probably not be in this class.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh DANG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News!!!! Lexi is being transferred to an ADVANCED class--- Yipee- my baby girl is catching on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News!!!! Lexi is being moved out of Bennett :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News!!! Lexi is being moved to Primrose!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News!!!! She will no longer be in MISD-- but a daycare environment- which is not so bad, BUT I like the school atmosphere :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News!!! It is free and she will be fed lunch :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News!!! She will no longer have her 3 teachers-- Ms. V, Wilson, and Garner :-()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News!!! She will have 3 new teachers-- Primrose teacher, MISD teacher -visits daily--, and a speech teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News!! She may have to ride the bus to and from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News!!! She loves the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News!!! I like mom or dad dropping her off so she can get a kiss good bye and we can see her get out of the car happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST NEWS-----MY BABY GIRL IS GETTING SMARTER AND BIGGER----------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-4034526700099219765?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4034526700099219765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=4034526700099219765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4034526700099219765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4034526700099219765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-baby-big-girl-lexi-is-moving-to-new.html' title='My Baby- Big Girl Lexi is Moving to New Heights!'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1583621857108350482</id><published>2008-10-15T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:10:02.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Poopy! Princess Potty'</title><content type='html'>These are the words that Gia spoke to give me the sign that she needed to POOP! I checked her diaper 'CLEAR'-- I smelled something not so pleasant &amp;amp; headed straight for the bathroom. She sat- continued to insist on 'PAPER'.  I left the room to give her some 'time' &amp;amp; when I came back--- we had POOP!!!! Call the newspaper- this is an exciting moment! How wonderful it would be if I could get both kids potty trained and never have to buy diapers again (unless - of course- I created another beautiful, gorgeous, smart, adorable Fauci child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257442573616550642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPYwKmNuEvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ntkoBTxIvAc/s200/P1060504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257442571843960466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPYwKfnGfpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OmNstEQyKEc/s200/P1060507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1583621857108350482?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1583621857108350482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1583621857108350482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1583621857108350482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1583621857108350482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/poopy-princess-potty.html' title='&apos;Poopy! 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Some would say that we are crazy because of the crowd and traffic, but we look at it as an adventure. Normally you can arrive to the fair before the game starts and know that the fair will be a little more crowded than normal- then once the game starts- you practically have the fair to yourself. After the game is over- that is normally about the time you should think about leaving. This year was a whole different year! When we arrived and once the game started- the fair had a nice and easy crowd. Once half time came around- we realized that someone left the gate open and a ton of OU and Longhorn fans had escaped. We were able to tolerate that crowd- they were mainly hanging around the big screen watching the game. After the game was something we had never experienced--- as we were walking we had walked into a swarm of orange and burgandy. There was no escaping! It was madness! After I found an opening- Jenna and the gang held onto my pants and we made our escape. Ryan was pushing the double stroller and he did an awesome job- he did run into a few ankles, but no one seemed to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256715321495698402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOau88au-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/q3bXzsAZOIc/s200/P1060408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the orange and burgandy in the background? This was after halftime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOb4xyLRlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Mx78O0_cruc/s1600-h/P1060437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716589810271826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOb4xyLRlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Mx78O0_cruc/s200/P1060437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi and I were waiting for Jenna and Chris to get off a scary and very expensive ride. I had some tickets left so I bought some apples with caramal and nuts. If the caramal did not slide off the apple so much it would have been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOZfSMnwkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8EOoJRe2lAo/s1600-h/P1060478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713952811270722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOZfSMnwkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8EOoJRe2lAo/s200/P1060478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Gia's first Fair ride! She never really smiled and giggled but she seemed to like it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOZfi3UgEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xIH_qaGRemY/s1600-h/P1060404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713957285331010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOZfi3UgEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xIH_qaGRemY/s200/P1060404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank goodness for FREE ice cream! We would not have known about this if it was not for Ryan. The girls had been so evil for the the first hour of our trip, but the ice cream really seemed to calm them down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYbhSYH0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jysCyXKeTh4/s1600-h/P1060420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712788630839106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYbhSYH0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jysCyXKeTh4/s200/P1060420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sign says it all! That is the only reason Rick was at the fair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYb4y4yhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OTxXAfmrRN0/s1600-h/P1060423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712794941213202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYb4y4yhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OTxXAfmrRN0/s200/P1060423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi loves to ride rides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYcIxLQQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Eb9ZTbqf1kE/s1600-h/P1060469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712799229001986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYcIxLQQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Eb9ZTbqf1kE/s200/P1060469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a huge meltdown--- Gia passed out. We tried laying her back in the stroller, but she would get angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYccWUKTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NCUpbkW7-DU/s1600-h/P1060463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712804485048626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYccWUKTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NCUpbkW7-DU/s200/P1060463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy fair riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYcn_rbKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5Eb8kqCZvi8/s1600-h/P1060455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712807611329698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOYcn_rbKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5Eb8kqCZvi8/s200/P1060455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall- we had quite an experience at the fair- from way too many crowds to crying and screaming Fauci kids! Thankfully Jenna and her boyfriend arrived and helped with the girls. &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/4535894446962093845-593851962912200347?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/593851962912200347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=593851962912200347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/593851962912200347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/593851962912200347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/state-fair-of-texas-texas-ou-game.html' title='State Fair of Texas --Texas/ OU Game'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SPOau88au-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/q3bXzsAZOIc/s72-c/P1060408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5948297750914864851</id><published>2008-10-07T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:37:49.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Tornados</title><content type='html'>Why do I even bother!?!?!?!!? Lexi and Gia emptied out their drawers so their animals could have blankets?!!?!?!? Gia likes to carry piles of clothes into the living room- for what reason- I cannot even begin to guess!?!?!? I can't 'get on to them' because they are so happy and out of my hair when they are causing these tornados! I am sure one day I will BLOW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOtjE5-L6_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JxRxy-3wGiU/s1600-h/P1060359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254402326190091250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOtjE5-L6_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JxRxy-3wGiU/s200/P1060359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOtjFM9ZrlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9AKoyHeO7pc/s1600-h/P1060360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254402331287072338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOtjFM9ZrlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9AKoyHeO7pc/s200/P1060360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5948297750914864851?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5948297750914864851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5948297750914864851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5948297750914864851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5948297750914864851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-tornados.html' title='Little Tornados'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOtjE5-L6_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JxRxy-3wGiU/s72-c/P1060359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8952791789755838051</id><published>2008-10-06T17:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:10:22.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the Heck Knew You HAD to have a Ticket?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254171863016314610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOqReLvwlvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n9Hxak5iSKc/s200/P1060375.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we read the Sunday paper-- or should I say 'As Rick read the Sunday paper and I glanced at the ads'--- we ran across a blurb that said that Giada from Food Network's 'Everyday Italian' would be in Plano at Park and Preston from 4-6pm. I thought 'WOW - how cool is that! I can have her autograph her new book and sign it to my baby and have a picture taken of her and my baby Gia.' If you don't know- our baby Gia was named after Giada. It was one of the 'spur of the moment- for no good reason' things to do. I liked the name and Rick thought she was hot- so we did it :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254171870977852370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOqRepZ8A9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jiGMVB5z_TI/s200/P1060379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long story short- I loaded the kids up and we headed to Plano. When we got there the line was wrapped around the building.  I thought 'Gee Wiz- I can't back out now!'. Well little did I know that you had to have a magic ticket. Makes sense- but I really wish the paper would have said that.  So we headed inside to take a peak at Mrs.  Giada De Laurentiis. We were able to see her from a distance. As I observed I noticed that people were only taking pictures from where I was standing and not with her. So as I thought about it- it was probably good that we did not have to stand in that big long line because I really only wanted to get a pic of the two Giada's.  &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/4535894446962093845-8952791789755838051?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8952791789755838051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8952791789755838051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8952791789755838051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8952791789755838051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-heck-knew-you-had-to-have-ticket.html' title='Who the Heck Knew You HAD to have a Ticket?'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOqReLvwlvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n9Hxak5iSKc/s72-c/P1060375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1636535918002074529</id><published>2008-10-03T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:22:29.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Gia- My Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMpIJTLpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Jl_vcfN_Q1A/s1600-h/P1060318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252970284819099282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMpIJTLpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Jl_vcfN_Q1A/s200/P1060318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMphWaWcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DeOaGOt9xl8/s1600-h/P1060326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252970291584981442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMphWaWcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DeOaGOt9xl8/s200/P1060326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMp5RMssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f9Jjp-ZiOMI/s1600-h/P1060334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252970298005566146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMp5RMssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f9Jjp-ZiOMI/s200/P1060334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMqPYS9WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PGiuR_8T_HE/s1600-h/P1060336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252970303940916578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMqPYS9WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PGiuR_8T_HE/s200/P1060336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMqM0KUoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Sy_-M2-8YiA/s1600-h/P1060342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252970303252484738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMqM0KUoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Sy_-M2-8YiA/s200/P1060342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Gia is growing right before my eyes &amp;amp; FAST! She is 'one of the girls'--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At  night she tears the house up (we call her our Little Tornado) &amp;amp; plays 'mommy'. She grabs her animal or doll, puts them on the changing pad and starts 'cleaning them up!'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried practicing w her on the potty and all she wants is 'paper' and if you don't give it to her- she gets really mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are not paying enough attention to her - she will look at you and stick both fingers in her nose and laugh! She gets this from her dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks up to her 2nd Big Sis- Anything that Lexi does- Gia is like a little parrot and copies her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gia is funny and cute and I wonder how she will act when she is a little older-  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1636535918002074529?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1636535918002074529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1636535918002074529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1636535918002074529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1636535918002074529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-gia-my-big-girl.html' title='Meet Gia- My Big Girl'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOZMpIJTLpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Jl_vcfN_Q1A/s72-c/P1060318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6030371456354699446</id><published>2008-09-28T17:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:35:26.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe Duyck Memorial Fund</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAwDQeR78I/AAAAAAAAAE4/rH5eNeZVt9Y/s1600-h/P1060198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251249998033711042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAwDQeR78I/AAAAAAAAAE4/rH5eNeZVt9Y/s200/P1060198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAvY0Ee80I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ALurt-Go2Ro/s1600-h/P1060179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251249268854813506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAvY0Ee80I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ALurt-Go2Ro/s200/P1060179.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our second year to this event that we have been given the opportunity attend. This was much better than the last! The girls had so much room to play and they also had fun in the bounce houses. Both girls got their face painted for FREE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251246433278747522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAszwud44I/AAAAAAAAAEY/4BNEXGT4Jsk/s200/P1060171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251246443161583762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAs0ViuAJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JjHhF_6PugI/s200/P1060173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This event also had a silent auction of donated items that the money earned will go to raise awareness for CHD (tiny hearts). I bid on a lot- I know I will probably not win any of them, but it was fun. I actually hope I win a couple of items- they will be perfect as Christmas presents. I donated a Sassy Bratz birthday set- there was only one bid on it before we left- but that was good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the middle of the event- red and pink balloons were passed out - some in the shape of hearts. After a small speech from Chloe Duyck's mom and dad- everyone released the balloons to all of the heart angels. It was nice and very beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAwaiWVZjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JZbFY0cHVZ0/s1600-h/P1060158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251250397969212978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAwaiWVZjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JZbFY0cHVZ0/s200/P1060158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Heart Babies :-) See mine in the middle &lt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4535894446962093845-6030371456354699446?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6030371456354699446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6030371456354699446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6030371456354699446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6030371456354699446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/09/chloe-duyck-memorial-fund.html' title='Chloe Duyck Memorial Fund'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SOAwDQeR78I/AAAAAAAAAE4/rH5eNeZVt9Y/s72-c/P1060198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2478357219832016233</id><published>2008-09-25T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:05:10.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit</title><content type='html'>Well- I officially suck- I quit the Room Mom volunteer job for Lexi's class. It was pretty misleading (in my opinion). It was said that a lot of the work could be done at home- well- not enough of it could be. With up to 6 kids at home - I really could not do it. I felt bad, but then again - a small weight was lifted off my shoulders :-) I'll just do my duty and send 'extras' when needed and asked for and when they are not asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news- Lexi gets to dress up for Halloween at her school- YIPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2478357219832016233?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2478357219832016233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2478357219832016233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2478357219832016233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2478357219832016233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-quit.html' title='I Quit'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7875339242208144836</id><published>2008-09-16T14:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:11:36.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You've Ever Tried To Quit Smoking...</title><content type='html'>Quiting your paci is pretty much the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Satuday morning- Rick explained to Lexi that a little baby named Stephanie that lives near Jenna's apartments needed a paci really bad but her mommy and daddy were not able to give her one. He asked her if she would consider giving Stephanie he&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SNAKgGf8DkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mwiKjH99LLE/s1600-h/P1060018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246705112503291458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SNAKgGf8DkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mwiKjH99LLE/s200/P1060018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r paci. Lexi said 'Maybe later'. Well - this did not sit well with Rick--so he grabbed an envelope and explained that it was important that she go ahead and give Baby Stephanie her paci. Without a fight, but &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SNAJHlsgoQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4ibGrgQ1gCA/s1600-h/P1060017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246703591869161730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SNAJHlsgoQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4ibGrgQ1gCA/s200/P1060017.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with many tears- she complied with his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not take her long to calm down (I think she thought we were not serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she calmed down we told her that because she was soooooooooo brave to give up her paci that we would go to the mall and buy her a special stuffed animal so she could hold IT when she was sad or scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got dressed and headed to Frisco Mall. I thought she was going to pick something out of the Disney store but I was wrong. I guess she had to find that perfect stuffed animal/ doll. We went into Baby Gap and after looking for just a second she found the most perfect doll. It was a small ballerina doll with a purple outfit. It just so happened that this is the same doll that she has picked up on 2-3 occassions and we have put back before walking out of the store, so I guess it was meant to be! Lexi was also given a Hello Kitty pearl set (necklace, bracelet and ring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Lexi has given up her paci- the following has occurred or not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She has not asked for it&lt;br /&gt;* She has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; taken a nap (that really puts a cramp on my daily life)&lt;br /&gt;* She is incredibly clingy- always wants someone to lay w her (no matter what time of day) or be with her&lt;br /&gt;*She either wakes up A LOT at night or really early&lt;br /&gt;* She is a bit more grumpier than normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is a phase that will pass just like anyone that has gone COLD TURKEY w an addiction that they had. I just hope that I survive through it all because it is TOUGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7875339242208144836?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7875339242208144836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7875339242208144836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7875339242208144836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7875339242208144836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-youve-ever-tried-to-quit-smoking.html' title='If You&apos;ve Ever Tried To Quit Smoking...'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SNAKgGf8DkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mwiKjH99LLE/s72-c/P1060018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8346459467259586837</id><published>2008-09-03T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:48:45.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picture Pretty Much Explains Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SL9MZI9XQlI/AAAAAAAAADo/H7XWafhOhkM/s1600-h/P1050962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992486067847762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SL9MZI9XQlI/AAAAAAAAADo/H7XWafhOhkM/s200/P1050962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SL9MZQvH2KI/AAAAAAAAADw/_cLU3YslD64/s1600-h/P1050963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992488155601058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SL9MZQvH2KI/AAAAAAAAADw/_cLU3YslD64/s200/P1050963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8346459467259586837?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8346459467259586837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8346459467259586837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8346459467259586837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8346459467259586837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-pretty-much-explains-itself.html' title='The Picture Pretty Much Explains Itself'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SL9MZI9XQlI/AAAAAAAAADo/H7XWafhOhkM/s72-c/P1050962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3854111191666126763</id><published>2008-09-03T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:45:15.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Job</title><content type='html'>So - during Lexi's school registration I volunteered for some stuff--- don't really remember what I volunteered for BUT today I was sent an email saying that I was chosen as Lexi's AM class Room Rep. When I got the email I was like 'What the heck does that do?'-- So I emailed the lady in charge and she said that I would be responsible for 'Organizing the 3 parties, the carnival basket, teachers birthday and celebration'--Sounds like a job for me! I go to the Room Rep meeting Friday after next so I can't wait :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-3854111191666126763?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3854111191666126763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3854111191666126763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3854111191666126763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3854111191666126763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-job.html' title='My New Job'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7236223232398262422</id><published>2008-08-30T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:56:33.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Day!</title><content type='html'>My order from Market came rolling in today and OH MY GOSH---- I have so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing was first- we went to Rack Room Shoes and Converse--BOTH stores gave me tax free and BOTH stores were having a BUY 1 Get ! Half Off!!! Whew that really helped me cut down some cost--Yipee Ya Ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to hit some stores (Target and Walmart) and buy some pacis!!!! Golly I hope Walmart has restocked :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7236223232398262422?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7236223232398262422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7236223232398262422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7236223232398262422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7236223232398262422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Beautiful Day!'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7281996221401592462</id><published>2008-08-29T12:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:33:05.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Week</title><content type='html'>What can I say- It was a pretty good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lexi started school and did an AWESOME job at waking up and getting ready- she took an afternoon nap and went to bed by 10PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I survived my work week of watching approx 3 extra kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did my best to use food we already had in our pantry and freezer in order to save money and I'll say- I did a good job w the meals I selected to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was hired to watch a 5 month old baby boy named Rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I helped to do a good deed for a friend- as painful as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mccain chose his VP nominee- Sarah Palin --- pretty surprising, but a good choice in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I survived the DNC w/o throwing up --- Hillary was not so bad w her speech--- she can be pretty impressive- much more than Obama. Her opening video was interesting, but would have been 100% better if her daughter had not narrated it-- she has no personality to her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some of my items from Sassy Bratz were taken to the Miss Latina Pageant for auction- so hopefully I'll get some more business and make some easy cash :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I also got my monthly check from the daycare food program - not much but it helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got my Kraft food quarterly magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what next week bring-- Ya Monday PAID holiday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7281996221401592462?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7281996221401592462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7281996221401592462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7281996221401592462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7281996221401592462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-week.html' title='Good Week'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-527945878065495741</id><published>2008-08-25T16:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:53:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238636455082265730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNgGbSXDII/AAAAAAAAADg/m8izWhhbMsM/s200/P1050903.JPG" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238632589721418354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNclbshOnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mU8kuJ1HK_k/s200/P1050924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNcl0SDTrI/AAAAAAAAADA/bM5G5wN7Zzw/s1600-h/P1050925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238632596321291954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNcl0SDTrI/AAAAAAAAADA/bM5G5wN7Zzw/s200/P1050925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238632608046021186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="11" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNcmf9cekI/AAAAAAAAADI/-NA6hjvhVag/s200/P1050929.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238632616368519042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNcm-9rt4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/WQ3ofA-TzNE/s200/P1050942.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238632624134477282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNcnb5O1eI/AAAAAAAAADY/TQTM4lU9q5c/s200/P1050938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNakopeMrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z1qT-PhQohY/s1600-h/P1050905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238630376995173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNakopeMrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z1qT-PhQohY/s200/P1050905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNak_qRhcI/AAAAAAAAACY/2KMqPypw3QI/s1600-h/P1050910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238630383172552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNak_qRhcI/AAAAAAAAACY/2KMqPypw3QI/s200/P1050910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of school! Oh how wonderful! Everything went GREAT!!! Lexi got up in a very good mood-had some breakfast in bed and got dressed and was ready to go. Rick dropped her off at school and she got out of the car w a lot of excitement. Around 11:15 the bus pulled up to the front of the house and Gia, Reese, and I were there to watch her get off the bus w bells and whistles. She did not have many stories to tell, but she did come home w a smiley face sticker and a name tag stuck to her back :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238630388720267266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNalUU88AI/AAAAAAAAACg/meFy-U1JVAs/s200/P1050914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238630397583356434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNal1WE8hI/AAAAAAAAACo/EEZzWe8sdLk/s200/P1050916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238630401902269554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNamFbyVHI/AAAAAAAAACw/HQuWjCtCrh8/s200/P1050920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the boys-- they have not come home yet- BUT it has been wonderful not to have them here. My house is clean, there is no extra and unneccessary noise and life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow turns out just as perfect!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Picks are out of order-- can't seem to move them where I want to move them. &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/4535894446962093845-527945878065495741?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/527945878065495741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=527945878065495741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/527945878065495741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/527945878065495741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-first-day-of-school.html' title='It&apos;s the First Day of School'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SLNgGbSXDII/AAAAAAAAADg/m8izWhhbMsM/s72-c/P1050903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-165159812802200457</id><published>2008-08-24T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:27:30.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy Defensive Driving</title><content type='html'>Have Fun Ryan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-165159812802200457?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/165159812802200457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=165159812802200457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/165159812802200457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/165159812802200457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/comedy-defensive-driving.html' title='Comedy Defensive Driving'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8541196289060365041</id><published>2008-08-21T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:07:56.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bennett Blast Off</title><content type='html'>Today is Bennett Blast Off! We get to go to the school and fight parking so that we can register Lexi for her upcoming year of school. Technically we could walk to this- which we may if we don't have anywhere to go afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about Lexi starting school (except for the waking her up and getting her dressed part).  Not only does school start 15 minutes later, but it ends 15 minutes later and then with her riding the bus home--- Whew Whew- easy living. It will make it easier to keep my sanity. Lexi is good-she just has a tendency to be a bit bossy, moody, whiney, and ridiculous at times when other kids are here being babysat. Then when she gets home- she will for sure take a nice nap :-) therefore making my day a little bit easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8541196289060365041?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8541196289060365041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8541196289060365041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8541196289060365041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8541196289060365041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/bennett-blast-off.html' title='Bennett Blast Off'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-921154354596645043</id><published>2008-08-19T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:40:39.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Never Seen a Mall So Crowded</title><content type='html'>Since we were in the area- Rick and I decided to stop at Town East Mall. We never get to go to this mall - so since we had no kids and since it was tax free weekend we decided to check it out! The day before we went to North Park- it was a little crowded but nothing like this mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I will probably not be going back to this mall- not because of the crowd but because it was a 'different' kind of mall now. The stores were not the kind of stores you see at a regular mall. I believe I saw a store where you could get a 'grill'- no it was not Sears. There are quite a bit (too many) of clothing stores that are geared towards the hip hop, baggy pants, overly long shirts community. In addition, there are too many stores that are geared towards the club scene &amp;amp; Hookers on the Point Ladies of the Night scene. To add, this mall had some awesome side shops (I forget the correct word)--j/k. Overall it was a waste of time mall :-( But quite an experience and something to talk about :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Park is a nice mall to take the kids to-- can't shop in most of the stores (tooooo expensive), but they tend to have turtles that the kids can look at or display play houses that are out for auction.  The Galleria has turned itself into a budget friendly mall also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-921154354596645043?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/921154354596645043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=921154354596645043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/921154354596645043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/921154354596645043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-never-seen-mall-so-crowded.html' title='I Have Never Seen a Mall So Crowded'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7119130005020860556</id><published>2008-08-18T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:30:55.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where Oh Where</title><content type='html'>Could my BC Patches be? Oh where Oh where could they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked high and low and cannot seem to find them! I did- however- find Lexi's red cowgirl boots in the hallway treasure chests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it is time for another baby! JUST KIDDING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7119130005020860556?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7119130005020860556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7119130005020860556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7119130005020860556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7119130005020860556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-where-oh-where.html' title='Oh Where Oh Where'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5194526993848365686</id><published>2008-08-12T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:42:21.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Cinderella or Just Plain Stupid</title><content type='html'>It all started when we had a baby bird in our bushes that was pushed out of his next a bit too early. The mom of the bird would 'watch over' the bird and protect him. Being the kind and caring person that I am (:-) ) I would throw some grapes to the mommy bird so that she could chew them up and spit them in the babys mouth. Unfortunately a few days later the baby bird passed on into birdy Heavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later- 2 more little birds showed up that could not fly very well, so once again I took on the job of helping to feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add, I think that all of Texas is overpopulated with bunny rabbits. They can be annoying when they eat your plants and leave small poopy trails, but for the most part they are really cute and fun to watch- especially the babys. It all started when we had a bunny that kept coming into our backyard- I think he liked our yard because we have nice bushes that shade well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I had some old lettuce- not too old, but good enough for a bunny- so I threw some towards the bunny. The little bunny came up to the lettuce and gobbled it up as the girls watched happily.  As the days went by and as the bunny visited us - practically every day and night- we would feed him grapes and lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel like Cinderella when this bunny continued to visit but would also come really close to the family-- like he was one of us! I also started to feel like Cinderella when these same 3 birds (2 kids and their mom) would sit on the fence post (leaving a nice trail of bird poo) and chirp and chirp and chirp until I walked outside and threw grapes at each of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 'key' that I am possibly Cinderella or just plain stupid!!!!-- I hear the birds chirping- I guess I blocked them out- like I do my own kids---my husband said 'Um your bird friend is in the window sill looking at Gia!' Sure enough that darn bird was standing w his face up against the window looking straight at Gia as she looked out. Coincidence- I think NOT!!! A little while later the same bird- or another- they do look alike-- was on our patio table (which is up against our window) was chirping as he was looking into our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella or Just Plain Stupid!?!?!? Gosh- I hope I don't turn into the Crazy Bird Lady- like Heidi Fleiss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5194526993848365686?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5194526993848365686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5194526993848365686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5194526993848365686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5194526993848365686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/call-me-cinderella-or-just-plain-stupid.html' title='Call Me Cinderella or Just Plain Stupid'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-307632813057733273</id><published>2008-08-09T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:47:50.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentaries</title><content type='html'>I have recently become really obsessed with documentaries- whether I agree with them or not- I love them. I think I am really driving my family crazy with them. Some recents that I have seen are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China's Stolen Children- very sad- I knew of this but seeing it really hits hard&lt;br /&gt;Ganja Queen- WOW- at first I thought this lady was innocent but after really watching it- I think she had to have had something to do with it&lt;br /&gt;Hard Times at Douglass High- thank God for living in a good neighborhood and not growing up in the Ghetto!&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Fleiss: The Would Be Madam of Crystal- this chick is nuts!&lt;br /&gt;Resolved- I'm all for the armed forces, but 'dang' these recruiters (as I already knew) are hard core sales people--- put your family out of your mind- they have to get their 'numbers' and they will do it by any means!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-307632813057733273?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/307632813057733273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=307632813057733273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/307632813057733273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/307632813057733273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/documentaries.html' title='Documentaries'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1743074027080314850</id><published>2008-08-08T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:09:15.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished</title><content type='html'>Today I almost went crazy!!! My Lexi is simply not nice to others. She needs and wants her space and makes sure that everyone knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did accomplish cleaning my bathrooms (except the master tub) and swept my floors and ate something really good (Mexican food). The kids and I stayed home- I was too tired to leave. I had an interview to watch 2 boys (siblings)- not sure if it will happen- if it does- great- I'll have to go shopping for some army men--if not- then that is okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN!!!!!!!!!!! So Sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the season finale of Tori and Dean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1743074027080314850?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1743074027080314850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1743074027080314850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1743074027080314850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1743074027080314850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/accomplished.html' title='Accomplished'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3679193209812948083</id><published>2008-08-08T08:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:15:21.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I hope to clean my bathrooms and sweep my floors and dust my bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get the kids out of the house and go somewhere and maybe buy them a little toy or some ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to teach my husband how to talk in a normal voice- so that kids do not wake up- he does not realize that people hear him fine- it is just he cannot hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to eat something really good today :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-3679193209812948083?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3679193209812948083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3679193209812948083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3679193209812948083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3679193209812948083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7026316719767573397</id><published>2008-08-06T11:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:54:47.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday and it was not so bad---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Babysat until around 5:30 (3 kids)&lt;br /&gt;*Rick and I went to the movies and watched 'Step Brothers'-- it was pretty funny--but I would have rather watched it at home in my bed under the covers-- more comfy!&lt;br /&gt;*Went and ate at 'Bostons'. I ordered the 'Trio' (Lasagna, noodles, and chicken). It was big but I anticipated eating more the next day; unfortunately I ate too much and got a nasty tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;*Got home and got my present- a cute jewelry box--it was perfect and much needed! I organized all my earrings and necklaces. I feel so organized and my jewelry is happy.&lt;br /&gt;*I also put the girls pony tail bands and clippies in the bag that my sister made me---Gosh it feels so wonderful to have everything together.&lt;br /&gt;*Got two of the BEST cards from my husband - one from the kids and one from him-- he actually picked the BEST cards- they were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;*Slept w a heating pad on my tummy- only to be woken up at 6AM to a 3 year old yelling 'Mommy! I want my cartoons and chocolate milk', but after that - a babysitting mom called to cancel since her son was sick-- that was a nice break- even though money was lost.&lt;br /&gt;*Today I will light the candles on the cake that Rick bought for me and have the girls sing me 'Happy Birthday'.&lt;br /&gt;*Last- I am waiting patiently for the cell phone that Rick is suppose to get for me- mine is broken and really torn up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-749722df7ba2d976" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D749722df7ba2d976%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331356405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31B79D87BFC5EEC6A94A717E45D93C839180C57B.4FF90517B7B5925DA9940C968C588984D98B1B06%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D749722df7ba2d976%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMUR1AM5qhTT_vg2NLxEJj4Ak6MI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D749722df7ba2d976%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331356405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31B79D87BFC5EEC6A94A717E45D93C839180C57B.4FF90517B7B5925DA9940C968C588984D98B1B06%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D749722df7ba2d976%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMUR1AM5qhTT_vg2NLxEJj4Ak6MI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7026316719767573397?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=749722df7ba2d976&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7026316719767573397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7026316719767573397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7026316719767573397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7026316719767573397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8125533228979633411</id><published>2008-08-03T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:02:23.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My busy Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;*Visited Rick's sister in the hospital Fri and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;*Made 5 A&amp;amp;M tutu's and 5 Pom Pom Bows&lt;br /&gt;*Straightened my house a zillion times&lt;br /&gt;*Reminded Rick that my birthday was coming up - 3 or so times&lt;br /&gt;*Grocery shopped&lt;br /&gt;*Took a nice nap&lt;br /&gt;*Watched 'The Fab Five' on Lifetime about 3 times (once w Jenna)&lt;br /&gt;*Went to Jenna's apartment unexpectadely and wish I hadn't&lt;br /&gt;*Ate breakfast at Steak and Shake- great prices&lt;br /&gt;*Listened to Jenna whine&lt;br /&gt;*Nosed around on Myspace&lt;br /&gt;*Watched some 'Snapped' episodes&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231512155533474946" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Both girls work at the same establishment. One week before 'move in' Jenna's friend QUITS her job (very imature move!). I try convincing Jenna to move into a one bedroom- she fights my request at first but then realizes she would have to stay with us (NO ONE wants to stay with us). She calls the complex and she is told that one may open up in a few days and if not in September. She is expected to meet with the complex the next day. In the meantime her FRIEND's mom calls Jenna and tells her that SHE will pay her daughters first month rent and not to back out because her daughter will get a job. I keep insisting to Jenna NOT to let that happen, but Jenna listens to her FRIEND's MOM (not me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna's friend goes on a few interviews- none work out-- Jenna keeps giving her friend advice on 'don't wait for them to call you- you call them'-- her friend gets frustrated (probably 'cause Jenna is sounding like a mom). All of a sudden- her friend says that she can't handle it - she can't get a job and she is really stressed out so her mom is going to call the complex to see what it will take to move Jenna to a one bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the HE**?! BIG learning experience for Jenna-- don't know the result yet--- BUT I will say that Jenna should really take the time to listen to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-4519878888101366304?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4519878888101366304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=4519878888101366304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4519878888101366304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4519878888101366304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-am-i-not-surprised.html' title='Why Am I Not Surprised!?'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-8625311012213158448</id><published>2008-07-26T19:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:46:42.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Less Kid</title><content type='html'>Whew Whew--- one less kid in my house!!! (Well she is not really a 'kid' anymore BUT ....) Today was Jenna's official first day in her new apartment w her friend (girl). We visited and brought over some needed items for her bed. Her apartment is cute. It needs some 'fixin up' in certain areas, but if she tells the 'apartment people' then hopefully they will fix these little things and everything will be in ship shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is hilarious to see Jenna -so concerned- about the neatness of her apartment--- she was NEVER concerned about neatness at our house. So with that said--- payback is a **** (you know what payback is)--- I made sure to leave some obvious signs behind (couple of pee pee diapers-wrapped up nicely of course- hee hee). Hopefully this will teach her that when she is at 'home' that she respects others belongings (put away dirty dishes, throw away your Whataburger bags, empty your cans of DP and throw the can away, clean up after you shower, put away food after you eat it--the list goes on and on and on). I'm sure she will never learn until she is married w kids. God be with her when that happens 'cause she'll need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-8625311012213158448?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8625311012213158448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=8625311012213158448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8625311012213158448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/8625311012213158448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-less-kid.html' title='One Less Kid'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2996625379066551314</id><published>2008-07-25T15:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:37:47.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hit the JACKPOT</title><content type='html'>Yipee- today we (the girls - all 3 and I) finally got to go to the Frisco Resell Shop. We headed towards the toys (which they moved to a smaller section of the store). We really had to dig! After digging- Miss Aimee/ Mommy - hit the JACKPOT!!!! I found a big zipper bag of really taken care of Princess and a Prince Barbies (like 6) with Princess clothes! WOW I was thrilled and then I found a huge Ziplock bag of Barbie clothes for $3.99! I was in Barbie Heaven. The girls gave me the 'WOW' that I needed to really make me feel like my trip was worthwhile. We went and picked up a few kid books and headed to the register-- Total spent $20--Woohoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards the girls were hungry and I did not want to go home yet so we drove up and down Downtown Frisco until we could find an inexpensive place to feed a couple of girls. I pulled into a Custard place but it was too expensive so I kept driving and found the perfect place. It is called 'Del's'. They had $1.75 hotdogs and $1.00 cherry slushies!!! WooHoo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going great UNTIL Gia got very upset that I did not hand her a slush--- I thought she could share w Lexi. So I went and bought her one and I thought I could share with her. This did not solve the problem- she continued to cry and scream like I have NEVER seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the girls ate- we left quickly (I apologized to the lady in charge on my way out) - we buckled the girls in and 4 minutes later Gia was passed out!!!! I guess she was really tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- the Princess Barbies sing (which was really cool at first, but an hour into it-- WOA I had to set some boundaries!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2996625379066551314?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2996625379066551314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2996625379066551314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2996625379066551314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2996625379066551314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hit-jackpot.html' title='I Hit the JACKPOT'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-9083544930666533604</id><published>2008-07-24T16:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:59:22.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I believe on Tuesday- the boys took Lexi to the movies-- this was her very first trip to the movie theatre. Wall-E was the movie of choice. Lexi was very excited to go. We filled the diaper bag with Dr Pepper and Sour Skittles! She sat in Ryan's lap because she was afraid the chair was going to collapse on her. She talked to the girl in front of her- even though the girl did not talk back. She laughed out loud and absolutely loved her 'ticket' (she napped with it). Halfway through the movie she wanted 'Mommy'! Time to go home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came home and said she had fun but wanted Mommy! I tried to explain to her that Ricky and Ryan were sad (not really) because they wanted her to see the entire movie and they took really good care of her and made sure she got enough Skittles. She did not want to hear and said that she missed me and wanted me to take care of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226701091094988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj48zndBuI/AAAAAAAAABw/jil5HsBWy98/s200/P1050720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-9083544930666533604?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9083544930666533604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=9083544930666533604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9083544930666533604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/9083544930666533604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-trip-to-movies.html' title='First Trip to the Movies'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj48zndBuI/AAAAAAAAABw/jil5HsBWy98/s72-c/P1050720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5182940064809212257</id><published>2008-07-24T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:59:22.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3Y-R9FLI/AAAAAAAAABg/AGvVEhJj8JU/s1600-h/P1050734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226699375970686130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3Y-R9FLI/AAAAAAAAABg/AGvVEhJj8JU/s200/P1050734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I only had one babysitting kid, I was going to take the girls (Lex, Gia, and Reese) to the Frisco Resell Shop to pick out some new (actually used) toys for the kids to play with (maybe a couple of cars for Cameron and Ethan) and then go for ice cream. Sadly as I was loading the girls in the car-- I noticed the back tire was very low! Unfortunately plans HAD to change. So with that said- we headed ALL the way ACROSS town to the Discount Tire (love, love Discount Tire). They said it would take 1 hour to 1 hour-15 minutes for them to see and fix my car. I thought 'no problem we will go eat pizza at Red Brick Oven and let them eat Gelatto' (I think that is what they call their ice cream). I also thought 'Super- they have TV's at every table :-0 ' Well, Lex and Reese were pretty good- I kept having to encourage them to eat their pizza (cause it wasn't cheap!) Gia was quite annoying- she was wiggly and then all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3ZaoPDGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gjka7weIgsE/s1600-h/P1050741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226699383580331106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3ZaoPDGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gjka7weIgsE/s200/P1050741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pizza we headed back to the tire shop and grabbed a seat-- tick tock tick tock (that is the clock- it kept going and going and going). The girls sat, played, ran around, played w the tires, fought, whined, cried, pooped etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there for approx 2 and 1/2 hours. I wanted to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So after they repaired my tire and they pulled my car up--- no charge (yea!!!!) we went home and al &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3ZaoPDGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gjka7weIgsE/s1600-h/P1050741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;l the girls are sleeping :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3ZaoPDGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gjka7weIgsE/s1600-h/P1050741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pooped and I am glad that is something I don't have to do often. Hopefully we will hit the resell shop next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3ZaoPDGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gjka7weIgsE/s1600-h/P1050741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5182940064809212257?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5182940064809212257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5182940064809212257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5182940064809212257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5182940064809212257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/change-in-plans.html' title='Change in Plans'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SIj3Y-R9FLI/AAAAAAAAABg/AGvVEhJj8JU/s72-c/P1050734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3505734177098710661</id><published>2008-07-22T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:20:59.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay- I Heard You</title><content type='html'>Gia is slowly starting to build her vocabulary and when she says something- (like ALL kids) if you don't respond she will keep saying it over and over and over.  On top of it- Gia's sound of voice is not sweet- it is kind of 'man' like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm Done' &amp;amp; 'Down'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a5c968faab6417a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a5c968faab6417a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331356405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B1653B310CA4DF1ECEBC7DE9AA78A90685448DB.44E656FC4013B7C8D2C01A5A72FC97DC0EBD5744%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a5c968faab6417a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEluOlqpz3yxUDJTSPOjegC9vx-E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a5c968faab6417a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331356405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B1653B310CA4DF1ECEBC7DE9AA78A90685448DB.44E656FC4013B7C8D2C01A5A72FC97DC0EBD5744%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a5c968faab6417a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEluOlqpz3yxUDJTSPOjegC9vx-E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-3505734177098710661?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8a5c968faab6417a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3505734177098710661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3505734177098710661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3505734177098710661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3505734177098710661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-i-heard-you.html' title='Okay- I Heard You'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-526520208364906369</id><published>2008-07-22T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:08:16.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait For Her to Learn to Eat Like a Young Lady- Hee Hee</title><content type='html'>At the beginning- Gia is blinking because she thought I was going to take a picture-so she was getting ready for the flash. Later in the video- she is yelling at me to 'Stop It'. She learns well from her Big Sis how to talk :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa21b31dccc3ed3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0aa21b31dccc3ed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331356405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23898DABB272759F6645ECAE7F6017A8A5361AE1.111C6C2A43BA4E074945079DB33CEB3891B46E13%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa21b31dccc3ed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dya0s7CWcx3HaPzaslG4_ozJOXmA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0aa21b31dccc3ed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331356405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23898DABB272759F6645ECAE7F6017A8A5361AE1.111C6C2A43BA4E074945079DB33CEB3891B46E13%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa21b31dccc3ed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dya0s7CWcx3HaPzaslG4_ozJOXmA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-526520208364906369?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa21b31dccc3ed3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/526520208364906369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=526520208364906369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/526520208364906369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/526520208364906369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-wait-for-her-to-learn-to-eat.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait For Her to Learn to Eat Like a Young Lady- Hee Hee'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5677069464226925153</id><published>2008-07-21T12:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:45:54.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Evil Has Entered Into My 3 Year Olds Body</title><content type='html'>People say terrible TWOs- try horrible THREEs!!!! I am hoping as a few more months pass- she won't be so EVIL!!!! I'm not sure if it is her -all of a sudden- over reacting ways or if it is the new voice that she has started to use. The awful - shrieking- whiney voice! How can I make her stop?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute she is screaming and crying and then the next minute she is Ms Happy Go Lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5677069464226925153?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5677069464226925153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5677069464226925153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5677069464226925153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5677069464226925153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-evil-has-entered-into-my-3-year.html' title='Some Evil Has Entered Into My 3 Year Olds Body'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-706835666619268511</id><published>2008-07-18T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:44:44.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Tired!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow- I am pooped!!!! Actually it began when Jenna called us at midnight and asked if we wanted to talk about a little 'situation' that happened that day-- UH NO- try in the morning.  Than at 1AM Lexi began to scream for cartoons--- in turn that woke Gia up. I turned cartoons on for Lexi- went back and layed down to see how long it would take Gia to (hopefully) fall back asleep.  Sometimes if I go in their too soon- Gia will latch onto me and insist to sleep in bed with us (misery!).  30 minutes later she was still screaming- so I got a bottle (yes- she still takes bottles!)- changed her diaper and said 'night night'- worked like a charm :-) One hour later- Lexi comes screaming down our hallway- 'I want chocolate milk!' (When I had changed Gia's diaper- I checked Lex and she was asleep)--so where this came from I just don't know. So I got up - got her milk as I stumbled in the dark - gave it to Lexi and she fell asleep between Daddy and I!!!! NOT FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm went off at 7:10am--time to start work ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-706835666619268511?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/706835666619268511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=706835666619268511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/706835666619268511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/706835666619268511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3456399227711858723</id><published>2008-07-16T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:24:13.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f31ab62eb66d343" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3456399227711858723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3456399227711858723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3456399227711858723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3456399227711858723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mess.html' title='My Mess'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7991937933864011634</id><published>2008-07-15T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:59:23.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0NntVGXfI/AAAAAAAAABM/fMUnlq-ZQbI/s1600-h/P1050600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223346118653795826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0NntVGXfI/AAAAAAAAABM/fMUnlq-ZQbI/s200/P1050600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make them SIT until the poo starts to flow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times- I have become impatient and let Lexi get up from the potty- just to have her 'mess' her Princess undies. Today I had her sit and sit and sit (she is actually still sitting) and scream and cry and coach her. Uh- hope it teaches her and helps motivate her to 'PUSH' so she can finish watching her Baby Bratz movie :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BTW- This is not a pic from today-- I would not have dared taken a photo today-- too cruel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7991937933864011634?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7991937933864011634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7991937933864011634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7991937933864011634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7991937933864011634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/key-to-potty-training.html' title='Key to Potty Training'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0NntVGXfI/AAAAAAAAABM/fMUnlq-ZQbI/s72-c/P1050600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2304293164957700153</id><published>2008-07-14T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:43:12.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbuck's Mom</title><content type='html'>Having a babysitting mom that works at Starbucks can make you FAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watch her 3 year old daughter--- she asks me my favorite Starbucks drink-- I tell her-- she says 'I'll bring you one everyday!' --- I said 'Please don't- I'll get fat really fast- how 'bout once a week?!'--- So today she brought me a huge Caramel Frappacino along with $10.99 or was it $12.99 donuts!!! OMG-- $12.99 donuts? Who the heck would buy those? Welll- she got them for free because they were day old-- I was okay with that. Since I was already feeling fat and since the girls had made brownies that day- I stuck them in the freezer. I am thinking they had better be the best donuts anyone has ever made at $12.99 a box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2304293164957700153?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2304293164957700153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2304293164957700153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2304293164957700153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2304293164957700153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/starbucks-mom.html' title='Starbuck&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1191529564657196581</id><published>2008-07-13T22:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:59:24.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Really Only Looking for a Dive or a Dump</title><content type='html'>and we ended up at Medieval Times. On Saturday- we (Ryan, Rick, Lexi, Gia, and me) piled in the car and drove. My goal was to look for a 'dive or a dump' for lunch/dinner. We drove and drove and drove. We ended up in Greenville- almost stopped at a Mexican Food restuarant, but a cracked out homeless man gave my husband the creeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving, my husband &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0MXehVTnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ee-zkPJNYBU/s1600-h/P1050626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223344740289039986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0MXehVTnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ee-zkPJNYBU/s200/P1050626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mentioned Medieval Times- sounded like a great- VERY LAST MINUTE idea. So w/o hesitation, we went to Medieval Times. Dang, I wish we had a coupon, but we were lucky in that the girls were FREE and they got a full meal-- so Ryan and Rick got two full meals :-) Their food is soooooooooo good- I wish I had ordered a vegie plate- since there was so much meat on the table- I was really craving some broc and cauli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0MW3UMFTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bfzwlgolf00/s1600-h/P1050609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223344729764926770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0MW3UMFTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bfzwlgolf00/s200/P1050609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lexi and Gia wore their $20 Princess crowns (I really need to tear one apart and learn how to make those&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0MX5qUjNI/AAAAAAAAABE/uv-MaaMnWZQ/s1600-h/P1050633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223344747574496466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0MX5qUjNI/AAAAAAAAABE/uv-MaaMnWZQ/s200/P1050633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; things) , sat on each of our laps------ the lights went down, the show began and Lexi almost had a heart attack. I really don't blame her because when the lights went out- two Medieval characters came smashing out of the gate with full armor on-- horrible/loud/ scary music was playing and the fighting began. Too much for a 3 year old--not too much for Gia-- she was sitting in my lap 'chillin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Rick was holding her and not me. I would have babyed her, however Rick treated her like a big girl, and she quickly got over it AND had the best time!!! The Yellow Knight threw my Lexi a red carnation because she was the most beautiful princess in our section :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a great time-- however on the way to the car Lexi fell because her boots are a tad too big and scrapped her knees-- her heart was broken and she was exhausted AND did I mention during the show-- Gia peed on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1191529564657196581?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1191529564657196581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1191529564657196581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1191529564657196581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1191529564657196581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-really-only-looking-for-dive-or.html' title='I Was Really Only Looking for a Dive or a Dump'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH0MXehVTnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ee-zkPJNYBU/s72-c/P1050626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-5676599968413910087</id><published>2008-07-11T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:09:35.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of 'Sanity'</title><content type='html'>Getting every child in your house (including daycare kids) to NAP at the SAME time!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-5676599968413910087?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5676599968413910087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=5676599968413910087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5676599968413910087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/5676599968413910087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/definition-of-sanity.html' title='Definition of &apos;Sanity&apos;'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7056054754019187018</id><published>2008-07-11T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:30:51.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Gia be Part Dog?</title><content type='html'>I swear I am not obsessed with poop and pee, but babys make for some interesting stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday- Gia pulled her diaper off (I think it had pee pee in it)-- I told her to go and show Daddy -- so she ran into our bedroom--of course my husband had his head in baseball so he did not even know she was running around w/o a diaper.  I went in to check on her and she still had no diaper on and was running around as happy as could be--- HOWEVER---- behind her were 'POOP NUGGETS'!!!! Oh my-- that child! I did not take any photos, but I should have - for blackmail in the future :-0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7056054754019187018?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7056054754019187018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7056054754019187018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7056054754019187018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7056054754019187018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/could-gia-be-part-dog.html' title='Could Gia be Part Dog?'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-4796570337076582884</id><published>2008-07-09T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:59:24.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, A Boppy Could Be Mistaken for a Training Potty!!</title><content type='html'>Let me give you some history: Whenever Lexi (or anyone) would go potty on the BIG potty --Gia would sit in the purple Boppy that was placed across from the BIG potty. The Boppy was placed across from the BIG potty because we knew that Gia liked to pretend to poop or pee; while across from her the real thing was happening. Whenever Gia would pretend to potty she would actually insist on having toilet paper and she would pretend to 'wipe'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story, longer--- today I was getting ready for Gia to take a bath. As the bath water was running I took Gia's diaper off and let her 'RUN'! She loves to run around naked!!! She ran into the kitchen, she ran into the living room, she ran to where her daddy was and then she ran to the purple Boppy that was on the kitchen floor - sat down - took care of business-- got up and started running again!!! My baby girl took a pee pee in the purple Boppy. Could this be a sign!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHaU7ksfJyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EXGmiY22OtQ/s1600-h/P1050593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221524569166128930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="267" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHaU7ksfJyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EXGmiY22OtQ/s320/P1050593.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is gross, but she took a pee pee--not on the floor, not in her diaper, not in the bath tub-- but in her purple Boppy!!!! That's my &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHaU7dfEeFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R91pxUW8EGg/s1600-h/P1050590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221524567230806098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHaU7dfEeFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R91pxUW8EGg/s320/P1050590.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- if you are wondering- 'Yes' I bleached the purple Boppy and 'Yes' I took a few pictures that I will post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-4796570337076582884?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4796570337076582884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=4796570337076582884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4796570337076582884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4796570337076582884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-boppy-could-be-mistaken-for.html' title='Yes, A Boppy Could Be Mistaken for a Training Potty!!'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHaU7ksfJyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EXGmiY22OtQ/s72-c/P1050593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-6691794075508257570</id><published>2008-07-09T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:03:16.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of 'Insanity'</title><content type='html'>Opening a home daycare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-6691794075508257570?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6691794075508257570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=6691794075508257570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6691794075508257570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/6691794075508257570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/definition-of-insanity.html' title='Definition of &apos;Insanity&apos;'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-2848926422257777996</id><published>2008-07-07T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:59:24.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Dad's Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHLXevBphRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YMoqacG5538/s1600-h/P1050509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220471841095255314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHLXevBphRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YMoqacG5538/s320/P1050509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night- Rick and I 'snuck' out. We actually did not sneak out - we just told Ryan that we were going to the store and then to the barn to feed his animal. We did this, but we also made a stop at the Mckinney Tavern- it was Karaoke Night!!! We got a front row seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Karaoke Night - the same folks are always there- singing their hearts away--normally 'old' songs that I have never heard and giving each other high fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the regulars brought his new lady friend with him. He looked in her eyes and sang to her, he danced with her, she cried, --it was true love. Unfortunately, alcohol has a way of making people turn EVIL!!!! ALL OF A SUDDEN the 'lady friend' was screaming and telling her man friend that 'it's over!', 'your balls are cut off', 'you are through', 'you mean nothing', 'its over'. la dee da da!!!! However- after a couple of Karaoke favorites- she was in a world of 'happy'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh- I am lucky!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-2848926422257777996?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2848926422257777996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=2848926422257777996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2848926422257777996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/2848926422257777996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-dads-night-out.html' title='Mom &amp; Dad&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHLXevBphRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YMoqacG5538/s72-c/P1050509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-1446180858188494024</id><published>2008-07-07T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:25:30.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>Next year is my goal to plan a Fourth of July event for the family. Since Lexi has been born we have done nothing but watch fireworks from our yard--not too fun! This year our big Fourth adventure was (I think) going to the Cotton Patch to eat, Walmart and somewhere else. Afterwards the girls and I took a long and needed nap. When we woke up- we walked to the local baseball field and watched some fireworks and got bit by a couple of hungry ants. On our walk home- as the girls were relaxing in the stroller a huge firework went off a few feet in front of us. Needless to say, this freaked Lexi out. It was really cool, but I wish the neighbors that set it off - would have given us some warning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-1446180858188494024?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1446180858188494024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=1446180858188494024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1446180858188494024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/1446180858188494024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-7885932954260380884</id><published>2008-07-04T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:50:13.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hired!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yea- I had an UNEXPECTED interview today to watch a year old baby boy. Everything went great and I was hired :-) Mom is a school teacher- love school teacher hours- and will be using me as 'drop in 'care during the summer and 100% during the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD an interview today that was scheduled but unfortunately she was a 'no call no show'&lt;br /&gt;:-(  Maybe she got too wrapped up in the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have another interview Monday for an infant that is due in August! That would put the icing on the cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-7885932954260380884?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7885932954260380884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=7885932954260380884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7885932954260380884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/7885932954260380884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-hired.html' title='I&apos;m Hired!!!!!'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-4391597355224013500</id><published>2008-07-03T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:40:15.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>One interview down- one more to go. Today's interview went really well. Baby Ethan was AdOrAbLe!!!! We shall see what the future brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-4391597355224013500?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4391597355224013500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=4391597355224013500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4391597355224013500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/4391597355224013500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535894446962093845.post-3823427807872039016</id><published>2008-07-03T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:59:24.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'I Hate Diapers'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHAYH1afl3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dTN-2vloqfs/s1600-h/P1050557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219698490998757234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHAYH1afl3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dTN-2vloqfs/s320/P1050557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'If you start wearing panties and no more diapers we will go to Disney!'----Said Mom&lt;br /&gt;'I hate diapers. I love Disney! I can't wait!'----Said Lexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a HUGE bribe, but we plan on going (hopefully) sometime this year so this is a good bribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi woke up in good spirits this morning- sat on the potty for almost 30 minutes while I read 5 books and then put her plastic training undies on--no crying- no yelling- and no complaints! Praise Jesus- let's see how long this will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep the Disney 2008 Vacation Planning Video in the VCR-to keep reminding her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535894446962093845-3823427807872039016?l=fauciseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3823427807872039016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535894446962093845&amp;postID=3823427807872039016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3823427807872039016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535894446962093845/posts/default/3823427807872039016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauciseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-diapers.html' title='&apos;I Hate Diapers&apos;'/><author><name>Aimee D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803866924314445784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SH-snM84XRI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8WXfKFvHio/S220/P1050210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayaXazFKel8/SHAYH1afl3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dTN-2vloqfs/s72-c/P1050557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
