<?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-8785757199876621555</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:34:41.488-06:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='education'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='nasa'/><category term='shuttle'/><category term='funny'/><category term='planting'/><category term='ballunar'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='KSC'/><category term='garden'/><category term='Celeste'/><category term='washer'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='blanket'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='work'/><category term='newbie'/><category term='kids'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='first day'/><category term='thumb'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='princess'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='plants'/><category term='music'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='spain'/><category term='blooms'/><category term='Spindletop'/><category term='florida'/><category term='kids fall funny'/><category term='Walt Disney World'/><category term='craft'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='festival'/><category term='play'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Amanda J Taylor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6291747626031759078</id><published>2012-01-06T08:46:00.032-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:52:57.875-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>December... and Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I've been slacking lately on posting things and this is my attempt to catch up!  &lt;i&gt;Sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see in my last post, a big part of our Christmas this year had to do with Walt Disney World in Florida.  However, here are some photos of other things we did in December.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste's class took a field trip to watch the Bay Area Houston Ballet &amp; Theatre group perform The Nutcracker at the University of Houston Clear Lake. It was a little chilly, so Celeste put on my UHCL sweatshirt to keep warm.  I don't know what it is about wearing my sweatshirts, but she loves doing it.  Here are some photos of her with some of the cast members before the performance:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86ym2KZ6Ua0/TwcLFzOHyfI/AAAAAAAABpc/jEl0a4xLSVw/s1600/2011-12-02%2B08.53.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86ym2KZ6Ua0/TwcLFzOHyfI/AAAAAAAABpc/jEl0a4xLSVw/s400/2011-12-02%2B08.53.03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694532448109971954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOZRU6B4-O8/TwcLFsv3FdI/AAAAAAAABpQ/dcw7IdLBtXk/s1600/2011-12-02%2B08.52.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOZRU6B4-O8/TwcLFsv3FdI/AAAAAAAABpQ/dcw7IdLBtXk/s400/2011-12-02%2B08.52.25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694532446372435410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As part of her treat from her teacher, Ms. Minchew, Celeste and the rest of her class were given little toy nutcracker ornaments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGgUHrFai9U/TwcLGZjK4LI/AAAAAAAABp4/vS-IzGcYcxs/s1600/2011-12-02%2B09.26.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGgUHrFai9U/TwcLGZjK4LI/AAAAAAAABp4/vS-IzGcYcxs/s400/2011-12-02%2B09.26.56.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's nutcracker"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694532458398802098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hxEBHD0Ru8/TwcLGdSbZsI/AAAAAAAABpk/uXLN3jjrntQ/s1600/2011-12-02%2B09.26.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hxEBHD0Ru8/TwcLGdSbZsI/AAAAAAAABpk/uXLN3jjrntQ/s400/2011-12-02%2B09.26.43.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste waiting for the ballet to begin"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694532459402323650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, I bought Celeste this cute little Fraser Fir from Lowe's and she decorated it all by herself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gcAOoQzyYMU/TwcOLmbk8dI/AAAAAAAABqA/WWVHfJi6Se4/s1600/2011-12-03%2B09.32.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gcAOoQzyYMU/TwcOLmbk8dI/AAAAAAAABqA/WWVHfJi6Se4/s400/2011-12-03%2B09.32.37.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's personal tree"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694535846290846162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I began decorating some of the rest of the house... with Aunt Cyndi's help!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cJtu3Fa8w8/TwcPB1cJBeI/AAAAAAAABqM/DAGct68imK4/s1600/2011-12-03%2B11.37.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cJtu3Fa8w8/TwcPB1cJBeI/AAAAAAAABqM/DAGct68imK4/s400/2011-12-03%2B11.37.09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694536778032678370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This just cracks me up.  It looked too blah without anything on top... but it provided tons of laughs for me and Aunt Cyndi after I did this to it. &lt;i&gt;Probably not appropriate for blog posting...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyLPOolzpik/TwcPB2kb5nI/AAAAAAAABqU/lcbz3QYBBLw/s1600/2011-12-03%2B11.42.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyLPOolzpik/TwcPB2kb5nI/AAAAAAAABqU/lcbz3QYBBLw/s400/2011-12-03%2B11.42.52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694536778335905394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbhu-X6SnXg/TwcPB57oEaI/AAAAAAAABqo/W02B6qdwjeY/s1600/2011-12-03%2B14.25.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbhu-X6SnXg/TwcPB57oEaI/AAAAAAAABqo/W02B6qdwjeY/s400/2011-12-03%2B14.25.30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694536779238478242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMW_sugvnck/TwcPCdoX87I/AAAAAAAABqw/QCEsY3FyWBo/s1600/2011-12-03%2B14.25.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMW_sugvnck/TwcPCdoX87I/AAAAAAAABqw/QCEsY3FyWBo/s400/2011-12-03%2B14.25.53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694536788821406642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLmxevny-nI/TwcPCogoDmI/AAAAAAAABq4/8G52YpSfBgk/s1600/2011-12-03%2B14.27.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLmxevny-nI/TwcPCogoDmI/AAAAAAAABq4/8G52YpSfBgk/s400/2011-12-03%2B14.27.19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694536791741697634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This tiny poinsetta from Lowe's is so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYPbyomTj1s/TwcPdUiOyUI/AAAAAAAABrI/PQjxmtt4V9s/s1600/2011-12-03%2B14.27.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYPbyomTj1s/TwcPdUiOyUI/AAAAAAAABrI/PQjxmtt4V9s/s400/2011-12-03%2B14.27.43.jpg" border="0" alt="Tiny poinsetta"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694537250236188994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some garland, ribbon and ornaments on the antique vanity. My favorite part of this was actually the 2 lotus votive holders that Eric bought for me from the Nutcracker Market!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Zco1hmaDq4/TwcQg_654UI/AAAAAAAABrc/bPAvGBHYtC0/s1600/2011-12-03%2B14.25.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Zco1hmaDq4/TwcQg_654UI/AAAAAAAABrc/bPAvGBHYtC0/s400/2011-12-03%2B14.25.09.jpg" border="0" alt="antique vanity"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694538412933636418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_97GU_ubkY/TwcQguzqqVI/AAAAAAAABrU/ZZ62NkPS6Ts/s1600/2011-12-03%2B13.07.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_97GU_ubkY/TwcQguzqqVI/AAAAAAAABrU/ZZ62NkPS6Ts/s400/2011-12-03%2B13.07.22.jpg" border="0" alt="antique vanity"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694538408339876178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We kept the outdoor decor simple this year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Si_NNgcxr3s/TwcRq_aMvzI/AAAAAAAABrs/MCIcuFUMR0c/s1600/imagejpeg_2_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Si_NNgcxr3s/TwcRq_aMvzI/AAAAAAAABrs/MCIcuFUMR0c/s400/imagejpeg_2_25.jpg" border="0" alt="Outside lights"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694539684106780466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally...'twas the night before Christmas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhtrLrWxVMw/TwcSjuXFKEI/AAAAAAAABr4/2MTn9NgWVT0/s1600/2011-12-24%2B23.58.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhtrLrWxVMw/TwcSjuXFKEI/AAAAAAAABr4/2MTn9NgWVT0/s400/2011-12-24%2B23.58.20.jpg" border="0" alt="The tree Christmas Eve"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694540658782840898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and all through the house...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMy0iuAeZJE/TwcTKNiPgKI/AAAAAAAABsE/fVfzi26zxB8/s1600/2011-12-24%2B23.59.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMy0iuAeZJE/TwcTKNiPgKI/AAAAAAAABsE/fVfzi26zxB8/s400/2011-12-24%2B23.59.17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694541319986184354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...not a creature was stirring...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3a5ht1wjm4/TwcTaYZ42ZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/TEYdLOfKGSc/s1600/2011-12-25%2B00.01.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3a5ht1wjm4/TwcTaYZ42ZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/TEYdLOfKGSc/s400/2011-12-25%2B00.01.28.jpg" border="0" alt="Sleeping peacefully..."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694541597781842322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, it was Christmas morning.  I got the bike down from the attic, set it up, and went to wake my two sleepyheads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7yMVaqclaw/TwcVaI4jmvI/AAAAAAAABsc/plqQqcwhdAo/s1600/2011-12-25%2B07.20.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7yMVaqclaw/TwcVaI4jmvI/AAAAAAAABsc/plqQqcwhdAo/s400/2011-12-25%2B07.20.00.jpg" border="0" alt="Christmas morning!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694543792638761714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T__NXeGE_bw/TwcV0TBiHtI/AAAAAAAABso/p-oPb1Pd4cE/s1600/2011-12-25%2B07.25.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T__NXeGE_bw/TwcV0TBiHtI/AAAAAAAABso/p-oPb1Pd4cE/s400/2011-12-25%2B07.25.54.jpg" border="0" alt="Good morning, Sunshine!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694544242037366482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few hard blinks, Celeste was wide awake and present time was &lt;i&gt;ON!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktP89X9nKc8/TwcWWs1mixI/AAAAAAAABs0/oN9S3nY8eJY/s1600/2011-12-25%2B07.26.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktP89X9nKc8/TwcWWs1mixI/AAAAAAAABs0/oN9S3nY8eJY/s400/2011-12-25%2B07.26.19.jpg" border="0" alt="Time to get moving!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694544833082198802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Celeste loves her new bike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3k9DNUxqjn0/TwcWtF4UuLI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZU3aqd4YWUQ/s1600/2011-12-25%2B07.28.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3k9DNUxqjn0/TwcWtF4UuLI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZU3aqd4YWUQ/s400/2011-12-25%2B07.28.42.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and her new bike"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694545217761622194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZcMZR1S54U/TwcW5qVf5YI/AAAAAAAABtM/Eghj0ahNytA/s1600/2011-12-25%2B07.32.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZcMZR1S54U/TwcW5qVf5YI/AAAAAAAABtM/Eghj0ahNytA/s400/2011-12-25%2B07.32.05.jpg" border="0" alt="Opening her stocking"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694545433706096002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeONeh4kO_E/TwcXOBy4zLI/AAAAAAAABtk/mvG5dvSyOZc/s1600/2011-12-25%2B07.44.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeONeh4kO_E/TwcXOBy4zLI/AAAAAAAABtk/mvG5dvSyOZc/s400/2011-12-25%2B07.44.28.jpg" border="0" alt="Opening presents"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694545783600762034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgFWOR1XCSU/TwcXN33fzNI/AAAAAAAABtY/1W3j0TwqI-E/s1600/2011-12-25%2B07.33.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgFWOR1XCSU/TwcXN33fzNI/AAAAAAAABtY/1W3j0TwqI-E/s400/2011-12-25%2B07.33.41.jpg" border="0" alt="Opening presents"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694545780935740626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste tied her new robot dog (gift from Nana and PaPaw) to her new bike and they strolled through the house together like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TlgTFrOGF0/TwcXfLRQeJI/AAAAAAAABtw/b1hpksZN7UI/s1600/2011-12-25%2B08.46.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TlgTFrOGF0/TwcXfLRQeJI/AAAAAAAABtw/b1hpksZN7UI/s400/2011-12-25%2B08.46.53.jpg" border="0" alt="Celete's new dog and bike"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694546078201837714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She loves playing with Barbies, so we bought her a cute little Barbie house and she got some more Barbie dolls... and a Barbie car!  So they're all set to live in my living room now, &lt;i&gt;ha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vALAPlUnAw/TwcYEokUZ7I/AAAAAAAABt8/PKM8l1s5lfM/s1600/2011-12-25%2B08.47.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vALAPlUnAw/TwcYEokUZ7I/AAAAAAAABt8/PKM8l1s5lfM/s400/2011-12-25%2B08.47.57.jpg" border="0" alt="Playing with her new Barbie things"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694546721721575346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJHDTEeHJeQ/TwcYUZPanHI/AAAAAAAABuI/ojwBBCXWppE/s1600/2011-12-25%2B08.48.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJHDTEeHJeQ/TwcYUZPanHI/AAAAAAAABuI/ojwBBCXWppE/s400/2011-12-25%2B08.48.13.jpg" border="0" alt="Playing with her Barbies"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694546992485276786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdmLK4FVBn0/TwcYUWY3U2I/AAAAAAAABuQ/fXkVFW9GOIo/s1600/2011-12-25%2B08.49.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdmLK4FVBn0/TwcYUWY3U2I/AAAAAAAABuQ/fXkVFW9GOIo/s400/2011-12-25%2B08.49.03.jpg" border="0" alt="Still sleepy-eyed but excited!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694546991719600994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great Christmas.  I love this time of year, it's so beautiful and a bit romantic.  The best part of it is watching Celeste's reactions to everything.  It was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6291747626031759078?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6291747626031759078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6291747626031759078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6291747626031759078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6291747626031759078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/december-and-christmas.html' title='December... and Christmas!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86ym2KZ6Ua0/TwcLFzOHyfI/AAAAAAAABpc/jEl0a4xLSVw/s72-c/2011-12-02%2B08.53.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4614980078503097755</id><published>2011-12-29T12:43:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:07:33.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Disney World'/><title type='text'>Disney!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We had wanted to take Celeste to Disney World around Christmastime and some close friends of ours (whose son is Celeste's age and friend) were able to come too, making the trip even more fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We didn't tell Celeste about the planned trip to Disney World until the moment we picked her up from school after her Christmas party on Friday, December 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. We arrived with a newly purchase, &lt;a href="http://www.shopjustice.com/items/jus/images/large/7623462_658.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;hot pink furry "Rockstar" duffel bag&lt;/a&gt;, packed with lots of Disney things and activities to entertain her during our long drive ahead. And we told her where we were going, and here's a photo of her reaction!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXG4ywRrMbA/TvzttdLpUjI/AAAAAAAABjA/VlGormuffOY/s1600/2011-12-16%2B12.56.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXG4ywRrMbA/TvzttdLpUjI/AAAAAAAABjA/VlGormuffOY/s400/2011-12-16%2B12.56.33.jpg" border="0" alt="WHAT?! We are going to DISNEY?!??!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691685394272834098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met the Baker family at Chic-fil-A and Celeste grabbed her new luggage and rode in their car for the first leg of our trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbROuPkF_lY/TvzttiE-4II/AAAAAAAABjQ/0q5a4RjVquo/s1600/2011-12-16%2B13.16.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbROuPkF_lY/TvzttiE-4II/AAAAAAAABjQ/0q5a4RjVquo/s400/2011-12-16%2B13.16.26.jpg" border="0" alt="On our way!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691685395587063938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgYBcY-bW64/TvztuQpsbFI/AAAAAAAABjc/Ht_rPMbbLIo/s1600/2011-12-16%2B13.18.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgYBcY-bW64/TvztuQpsbFI/AAAAAAAABjc/Ht_rPMbbLIo/s400/2011-12-16%2B13.18.11.jpg" border="0" alt="Riding with Dylan"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691685408089074770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had such an amazing week of vacation! Here are some of the photos from the trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F115444187179446990091%2Falbumid%2F5691629475736229729%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCL3a-42q2IfbjwE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my favorite photo from the Nemo exhibit at Epcot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c36t5iznRvg/TvztuyMJjXI/AAAAAAAABjo/htpeztVlNyY/s1600/2011-12-20%2B17.11.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c36t5iznRvg/TvztuyMJjXI/AAAAAAAABjo/htpeztVlNyY/s400/2011-12-20%2B17.11.32.jpg" border="0" alt="Shark!!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691685417091960178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste was able to meet most every princess and several Disney characters. But her favorite princess is Rapunzel. Perhaps it's because of her long curls and how often the kids at school say she's like Rapunzel, but regardless, Rapunzel is her favorite. And on our final day at Magic Kingdom, Celeste got to meet Rapunzel and get her autograph and photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bob86FKowjg/Tvzt0QbrxTI/AAAAAAAABj0/AcQQbgrXsys/s1600/31015510117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bob86FKowjg/Tvzt0QbrxTI/AAAAAAAABj0/AcQQbgrXsys/s400/31015510117.jpg" border="0" alt="Rapunzel and Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691685511109526834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of our best photos are from Epcot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-yA8hYi5u0/TvzuqGhbuPI/AAAAAAAABkA/4ktUfNVIwjU/s1600/31015510103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-yA8hYi5u0/TvzuqGhbuPI/AAAAAAAABkA/4ktUfNVIwjU/s400/31015510103.jpg" border="0" alt="Taylor family at Disney"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691686436162222322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had so much fun, but were glad to be back home, whew! Just in time for Christmas. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4614980078503097755?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4614980078503097755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4614980078503097755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4614980078503097755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4614980078503097755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/disney.html' title='Disney!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXG4ywRrMbA/TvzttdLpUjI/AAAAAAAABjA/VlGormuffOY/s72-c/2011-12-16%2B12.56.33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3452915053122255973</id><published>2011-11-29T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:37:44.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Black Friday Preparations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So every year, it has become tradition to go out and buy our Christmas gifts with all of the crazies on Black Friday. This year, my aunt and cousin were in line at Target, while my sister-in-law and and I were in the Kohl's line late Thursday evening. It was so much fun! We were totally crazy, yes, but people watching was hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ0vysj8hOE/TtV4eTV_HoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Veya5OvGH78/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ0vysj8hOE/TtV4eTV_HoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Veya5OvGH78/s400/us.jpg" border="0" alt="Luwannah and me in the Kohl's line"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680578966981648002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Target has been putting out these hilarious commercials for the last couple of years about their Black Friday sale that crack me up. Here are a couple of my favorites from this year's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wIEvvriLDdY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SUU1ztbIUJM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ytMTjT_ZwwU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So by the time Luwannah and I actually made it over to Target, we had to mimic some random parts from the Target commercials. We just &lt;i&gt;couldn't&lt;/i&gt; find a red parachute to run down the aisle with though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NF5nQvAQus/TtV4eahv_II/AAAAAAAAA7M/pNbq1hl9dGA/s1600/amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NF5nQvAQus/TtV4eahv_II/AAAAAAAAA7M/pNbq1hl9dGA/s400/amanda.jpg" border="0" alt="Ode to the Target lady"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680578968910036098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qljfup5Q2nI/TtV4eDYohGI/AAAAAAAAA7E/6ZXzqsWaQuE/s1600/385975_10150475430133829_646898828_10459857_1473125420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qljfup5Q2nI/TtV4eDYohGI/AAAAAAAAA7E/6ZXzqsWaQuE/s400/385975_10150475430133829_646898828_10459857_1473125420_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Ode to the Target lady"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680578962697782370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and yes, those are socks on Luwannah's feet...and flats on mine. The heels just weren't cutting it for the all-nighter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next photo was in the Victory Lakes shopping center in the JCPenney/Sports Authority area.  Seriously, this was the security that night.  We were laughing our tails off... no one was in the SUV.  The policeman was in this lifted box thing.  I can just imagine it now, "Thief! Stop!  Freeze!!  I'll be down in about 5 minutes!!"  (humming/squeaky sounds start while the thing slowly lowers towards the ground and the criminals make their escape...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bB61ho8Iq7A/TtV5z6RhiqI/AAAAAAAAA70/pFEYRv0eRw4/s1600/LCPD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bB61ho8Iq7A/TtV5z6RhiqI/AAAAAAAAA70/pFEYRv0eRw4/s400/LCPD.jpg" border="0" alt="League City's finest"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680580437720795810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to say, I did most of my shopping online before venturing out to people watch... so it was nice not having to stress about getting a certain gift for someone. Everything was so smooth and I even got my first little annual JCPenney snow globe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1HKi1vszE0M/TtV4fqajBwI/AAAAAAAAA7o/JaUTL_dG5H8/s1600/2011-11-29%2B18.24.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1HKi1vszE0M/TtV4fqajBwI/AAAAAAAAA7o/JaUTL_dG5H8/s400/2011-11-29%2B18.24.54.jpg" border="0" alt="2011 JCPenney Black Friday Snowglobe"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680578990354663170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3452915053122255973?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3452915053122255973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3452915053122255973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3452915053122255973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3452915053122255973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-preparations.html' title='Black Friday Preparations!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ0vysj8hOE/TtV4eTV_HoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Veya5OvGH78/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7276021359352977360</id><published>2011-11-22T15:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:57:23.826-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Psalm 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So in preparation for Grandparents' Day at Celeste's school today, she has been learning to recite Psalm 100. It's so cute hearing a 5 year old say all of that by herself! I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;absolutely love her school!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Enjoy the video I took of her saying it in the car yesterday... after she played that afternoon in the school playground!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FhnzsvJ6wrw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7276021359352977360?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7276021359352977360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7276021359352977360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7276021359352977360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7276021359352977360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/psalm-100.html' title='Psalm 100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FhnzsvJ6wrw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-5378834490583444330</id><published>2011-11-21T12:50:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:07:21.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Taylor Family Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, it's been 2 years since we've had our family pictures taken, and Celeste has grown up quite a lot since then.  So last Saturday, we made it over to Portrait Innovations for our Christmas pictures.  Here are some of the photos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JhxKDHptg/Tsqdwl-vakI/AAAAAAAAA2g/57fw-5_zG7g/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JhxKDHptg/Tsqdwl-vakI/AAAAAAAAA2g/57fw-5_zG7g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523738408479298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3ttmWuLnsE/Tsqdw5m0JTI/AAAAAAAAA2o/LrwZRuFT8p0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3ttmWuLnsE/Tsqdw5m0JTI/AAAAAAAAA2o/LrwZRuFT8p0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523743676835122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilOZpWLiS9A/Tsqdw2JpnOI/AAAAAAAAA24/Lt8JDTJC9lU/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilOZpWLiS9A/Tsqdw2JpnOI/AAAAAAAAA24/Lt8JDTJC9lU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523742749203682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAWp95UPwVA/TsqdxngqTAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/x5ba-mQ4fn8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAWp95UPwVA/TsqdxngqTAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/x5ba-mQ4fn8/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523755999054850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EJ36P8kGSE/Tsqdx3dhLdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/5LvDVl405ik/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EJ36P8kGSE/Tsqdx3dhLdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/5LvDVl405ik/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523760280841682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlIJL-UyLrE/Tsqd63IzN0I/AAAAAAAAA3c/JRpveZfKXOs/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlIJL-UyLrE/Tsqd63IzN0I/AAAAAAAAA3c/JRpveZfKXOs/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523914812766018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WovA4OSk7Q/Tsqd6zvzG_I/AAAAAAAAA3k/-9YU2RACQPU/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WovA4OSk7Q/Tsqd6zvzG_I/AAAAAAAAA3k/-9YU2RACQPU/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523913902595058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUBwRYwe92o/Tsqd7Kx59YI/AAAAAAAAA30/ImPMQvFonFw/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUBwRYwe92o/Tsqd7Kx59YI/AAAAAAAAA30/ImPMQvFonFw/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523920085448066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sOGrVABsa8/Tsqd72Jz32I/AAAAAAAAA4A/cVLVr0uE2n0/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sOGrVABsa8/Tsqd72Jz32I/AAAAAAAAA4A/cVLVr0uE2n0/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523931728437090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSC1FzmSBQE/Tsqd8GmyOYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/L8iZwIBnats/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSC1FzmSBQE/Tsqd8GmyOYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/L8iZwIBnats/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677523936144931202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaYAoIkP28Q/TsqeEPfPPtI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8yZbcKziSEg/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaYAoIkP28Q/TsqeEPfPPtI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8yZbcKziSEg/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524075968151250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMOl2zBMEMw/TsqeERCPGbI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ku8gFvsTdDo/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMOl2zBMEMw/TsqeERCPGbI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ku8gFvsTdDo/s400/28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524076383377842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7s1wBGPpQ3w/TsqeE1ZVBRI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tL9EAhA-xF8/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7s1wBGPpQ3w/TsqeE1ZVBRI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tL9EAhA-xF8/s400/30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524086143911186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As part of the bribe to get Celeste to come and take photos with us, I told her that she could pick out &lt;i&gt;anything she wanted&lt;/i&gt; from her clothes to wear and that we would take some special pictures of just her in that favorite outfit.  Eric's eyebrows shot up when I told her that, and we both knew it would be interesting to see what she would come up with.  She did a pretty good job, and it is totally her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klnLWRU2xYA/TsqeFHE-zVI/AAAAAAAAA48/nautQxTO-NE/s1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klnLWRU2xYA/TsqeFHE-zVI/AAAAAAAAA48/nautQxTO-NE/s400/31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524090890407250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQU_Gg8e1JM/TsqeFlrWGSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IMwwA7iolW4/s1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQU_Gg8e1JM/TsqeFlrWGSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IMwwA7iolW4/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524099104381218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5ofJQp0nz8/TsqeOhd2r8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/lNtuXYn58Z4/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5ofJQp0nz8/TsqeOhd2r8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/lNtuXYn58Z4/s400/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524252592877506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-nLUhK1o8Q/TsqeOgNcSHI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fjj88VRiwgk/s1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-nLUhK1o8Q/TsqeOgNcSHI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fjj88VRiwgk/s400/35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524252255602802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tXmc4Ub6vY/TsqeO7fS_ZI/AAAAAAAAA50/bDg1OiqEUw0/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tXmc4Ub6vY/TsqeO7fS_ZI/AAAAAAAAA50/bDg1OiqEUw0/s400/37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524259578248594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvzWEIuo2SE/TsqePVMNvbI/AAAAAAAAA58/jXUpqj-lwjU/s1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvzWEIuo2SE/TsqePVMNvbI/AAAAAAAAA58/jXUpqj-lwjU/s400/38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524266477534642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmreekeIQ7Y/TsqePgXM-lI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Na558Tf_qsM/s1600/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmreekeIQ7Y/TsqePgXM-lI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Na558Tf_qsM/s400/39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524269476411986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyNlYgklkMs/TsqeVQNElHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/3RtIgM0dHY4/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyNlYgklkMs/TsqeVQNElHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/3RtIgM0dHY4/s400/41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524368218166386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdC16NWvmTk/TsqeVX0VxaI/AAAAAAAAA6c/v6CskXs5b_s/s1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdC16NWvmTk/TsqeVX0VxaI/AAAAAAAAA6c/v6CskXs5b_s/s400/43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524370261919138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfY_dUIWwmE/TsqeVnnn98I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ICO84Q8rmn0/s1600/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfY_dUIWwmE/TsqeVnnn98I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ICO84Q8rmn0/s400/45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524374503552962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this last pose, the photographer had been enamored with her hair and told her to turn around and face the camera.  Well, he took about 3 shots of this same pose, and she turned around for each one.  It was so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9CS5_7uC4A/TsqeVze9xXI/AAAAAAAAA60/XVlnwlaMj6E/s1600/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9CS5_7uC4A/TsqeVze9xXI/AAAAAAAAA60/XVlnwlaMj6E/s400/48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524377688458610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hard to believe how quickly time flies.  Has it really been 5 &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; years since I had this little baby girl?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-5378834490583444330?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5378834490583444330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=5378834490583444330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5378834490583444330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5378834490583444330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/taylor-family-christmas-photos.html' title='Taylor Family Christmas Photos'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JhxKDHptg/Tsqdwl-vakI/AAAAAAAAA2g/57fw-5_zG7g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6007429697203639250</id><published>2011-11-09T10:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:31:25.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A few months ago, I posted about &lt;a href="http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/working-my-way-to-healthier-lifestyle.html"&gt;improving my lifestyle&lt;/a&gt; a bit more to tone up. After four months of changing my habits, I'm proud to say that I've seen some awesome changes. But I didn't notice them until I went through some old photos yesterday, and I just had to share!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These two mug shots were taken exactly 2 years apart. You can see the changes in my face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzNIl4hpcmo/Trqp5zF3fHI/AAAAAAAAA04/kOWGHJSuiIs/s1600/BandA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzNIl4hpcmo/Trqp5zF3fHI/AAAAAAAAA04/kOWGHJSuiIs/s400/BandA.jpg" border="0" alt="Before and After: 2 Years"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673033491059014770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm finding that the clothes I use to wear fit me a lot differently now and while I'm certainly not perfect, I'm really enjoying the way I feel. Eric is also changing a lot! Although I'm not sure he would be okay with me posting his before and after photos on here. :) I really enjoy our new lifestyle and I hope we continue to live it for the rest of our lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6007429697203639250?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6007429697203639250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6007429697203639250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6007429697203639250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6007429697203639250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzNIl4hpcmo/Trqp5zF3fHI/AAAAAAAAA04/kOWGHJSuiIs/s72-c/BandA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7824426215345468938</id><published>2011-10-18T12:28:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:46:10.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids fall funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Wings Over Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This past Saturday, we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.wingsoverhouston.com/" target="blank"&gt;Wings Over Houston&lt;/a&gt; airshow at Ellington Field. This was Celeste's first airshow ever, and she was totally pumped about seeing all of those huge airplanes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke up early, got ready and made a pit stop at Shipley's donuts. We arrived at the airshow at 9:00am and began touring the static display. Celeste absolutely loved the planes that were painted like "sharks," and had to pose by them for the camera. It was so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idn6DwzDuGk/Tp3AfrTof3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/iENQSFFwgDo/s1600/2011-10-15-09.26.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idn6DwzDuGk/Tp3AfrTof3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/iENQSFFwgDo/s400/2011-10-15-09.26.17.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste posing near one of the planes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664895556735500146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlBJD2JAm_E/Tp3AfxqoP7I/AAAAAAAAAzA/SVtsCJPG8ok/s1600/2011-10-15-09.26.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlBJD2JAm_E/Tp3AfxqoP7I/AAAAAAAAAzA/SVtsCJPG8ok/s400/2011-10-15-09.26.59.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and me posing near one of the planes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664895558442565554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5Ad9QzSz_c/Tp3Ag72RE3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/L_6w9btz6sI/s1600/2011-10-15-09.27.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5Ad9QzSz_c/Tp3Ag72RE3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/L_6w9btz6sI/s400/2011-10-15-09.27.18.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and me posing near one of the planes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664895578355602290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gS3i5nUa2bI/Tp3AhVVn0kI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-UuQX1PM3L8/s1600/2011-10-15-09.37.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gS3i5nUa2bI/Tp3AhVVn0kI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-UuQX1PM3L8/s400/2011-10-15-09.37.11.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Eric posing in one of the planes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664895585198002754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBECMdnZnU8/Tp3Ah5Gh3PI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cCUC3L3vcsM/s1600/2011-10-15-09.37.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBECMdnZnU8/Tp3Ah5Gh3PI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cCUC3L3vcsM/s400/2011-10-15-09.37.20.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Eric posing in one of the planes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664895594798374130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpL_v02QUjM/Tp3CLpopTUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3G9igbWlSkM/s1600/2011-10-15-09.39.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpL_v02QUjM/Tp3CLpopTUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3G9igbWlSkM/s400/2011-10-15-09.39.07.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Daddy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664897411712634178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnyGXUuyoDw/Tp3CLxj_zGI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2MrXq_ZSSn8/s1600/2011-10-15-09.41.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnyGXUuyoDw/Tp3CLxj_zGI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2MrXq_ZSSn8/s400/2011-10-15-09.41.26.jpg" border="0" alt="Shark plane!!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664897413840620642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the best parts about the show was the &lt;a href="http://www.heavymetaljetteam.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heavy Metal Jet Team&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Wow.&lt;/i&gt; They were incredible. I didn't get too many shots of them because there was hardly time to pick my jaw up off the ground! They were awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWMauVrfD_o/Tp3GmueyifI/AAAAAAAAA0I/L0wvH-5oTyQ/s1600/2011-10-15-11.53.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWMauVrfD_o/Tp3GmueyifI/AAAAAAAAA0I/L0wvH-5oTyQ/s400/2011-10-15-11.53.34.jpg" border="0" alt="Jeavy Metal Jet Team taxiing"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664902274916452850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, like any kid, Celeste just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to have her own airplane toy from the airshow booths. So of course, like any normal parent wrapped around their kid's fingers, we bought her one (while I'm sure she thought, &lt;i&gt;"Ha ha, Suckers!!"&lt;/i&gt;) And she has been pretending she's flying it ever since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0VddzH9H44/Tp3IAzYhGCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ccgqp9bTXP0/s1600/2011-10-15-12.05.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0VddzH9H44/Tp3IAzYhGCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ccgqp9bTXP0/s400/2011-10-15-12.05.02.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Daddy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664903822420547618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWu6s4Eh-is/Tp3IBXd-F5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Y1Xwt0I7AUk/s1600/2011-10-15-12.05.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWu6s4Eh-is/Tp3IBXd-F5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Y1Xwt0I7AUk/s400/2011-10-15-12.05.08.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Daddy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664903832107095954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9l2PBpeJihE/Tp3ICWs_0zI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KPxiV6IbTFY/s1600/2011-10-15-12.05.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9l2PBpeJihE/Tp3ICWs_0zI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KPxiV6IbTFY/s400/2011-10-15-12.05.17.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Daddy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664903849081557810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a blast at the airshow! Can't wait for next year's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7824426215345468938?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7824426215345468938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7824426215345468938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7824426215345468938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7824426215345468938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/wings-over-houston.html' title='Wings Over Houston'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idn6DwzDuGk/Tp3AfrTof3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/iENQSFFwgDo/s72-c/2011-10-15-09.26.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7517966190529163371</id><published>2011-10-09T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:03:36.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>She Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Celeste sings, all the time, everywhere. She sometimes makes up her own songs, and at other times, she sings things she's learned at school or listens to otherwise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, we ended up running errands all day long after leaving the gym. She was singing "God of this City" over and over and over again in the car, and so I held my cell phone behind me while I was driving to catch her. So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0y_Dt55YUEY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7517966190529163371?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7517966190529163371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7517966190529163371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7517966190529163371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7517966190529163371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/she-sings.html' title='She Sings'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0y_Dt55YUEY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3612360511501187252</id><published>2011-08-22T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:54:17.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KSC'/><title type='text'>The Final Space Shuttle Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At the close of the STS-135 shuttle mission, I began to wonder how I would even begin to sum up my experience working on the Space Shuttle Program. It has been the most exciting, invigorating thing I could have imagined doing with my career, and I have been very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; blessed. Working at the TPS Imagery Coordinator console (TIC) in the Shuttle Mission Evaluation Room (MER) in Houston's Mission Control Center (MCC) has been the highlight of my career up to this point. I'm going to miss the on-orbit console support that we provided to the Space Shuttle Program during the next couple of years, but I'm excited about the things to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After writing multiple long paragraphs about my work that were way too in depth for this blog, I decided to scrap it all and just go with the pictures and videos from the last flight, STS-135. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video is of the KSC Closeout Crew saying goodbye to the Space Shuttle Program (&lt;i&gt;God Bless America!!&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ldlphfRuk1Q?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend and coworker, Dave Melendrez, created this next video to commemorate the final Space Shuttle launch, ever. It's a long one (17 minutes), but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rVJDYI1BQA4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMdC2NYsK2E/TkWAuI9rj5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/4zxd0f0irgA/s1600/IMG_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMdC2NYsK2E/TkWAuI9rj5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/4zxd0f0irgA/s400/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" alt="TIC Team on console during STS-135"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640055638519943058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3rfhIauo1g/TkWAudR0D6I/AAAAAAAAAwo/FbsNHHdTJs8/s1600/IMG_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3rfhIauo1g/TkWAudR0D6I/AAAAAAAAAwo/FbsNHHdTJs8/s400/IMG_0155.jpg" border="0" alt="Leslie Upchurch and Dan Labasse, STS-135"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640055643973095330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGFVdf5LvSI/TkWAu-ggsbI/AAAAAAAAAww/MBB6s9JywC4/s1600/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGFVdf5LvSI/TkWAu-ggsbI/AAAAAAAAAww/MBB6s9JywC4/s400/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" alt="Big Dawg, Little Dawg, McMahan &amp; the Queen Bee (aka. Dan, Amanda, Johnathan and Leslie)"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640055652893110706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VnRjiLe9tg/TkWAvOTDefI/AAAAAAAAAw4/-sje5PUQRIs/s1600/IMG_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VnRjiLe9tg/TkWAvOTDefI/AAAAAAAAAw4/-sje5PUQRIs/s400/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" alt="Dan and me"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640055657131637234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szoJSODE-mg/TkWBke9waiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/umdynm6EKGc/s1600/jsc2011e064340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szoJSODE-mg/TkWBke9waiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/umdynm6EKGc/s400/jsc2011e064340.jpg" border="0" alt="Johnathan, me and Dan on console, STS-135"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056572138777122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXZLtCZN_L0/TkWBkrxHb_I/AAAAAAAAAxg/YyhS4boy-RQ/s1600/jsc2011e064341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXZLtCZN_L0/TkWBkrxHb_I/AAAAAAAAAxg/YyhS4boy-RQ/s400/jsc2011e064341.jpg" border="0" alt="Johnathan and me on console, STS-135"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056575575420914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvCHzts74vY/TkWBkO-6hQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ctPDNHoxC2E/s1600/jsc2011e064116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvCHzts74vY/TkWBkO-6hQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ctPDNHoxC2E/s400/jsc2011e064116.jpg" border="0" alt="SSP MER during STS-135"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056567848666370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBGZKk_Kgyk/TkWBjjDxh0I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Y5v4NrtlOOc/s1600/IMG_6090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBGZKk_Kgyk/TkWBjjDxh0I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Y5v4NrtlOOc/s400/IMG_6090.jpg" border="0" alt="TIC Team 1 on console during STS-135"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056556057888578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJYSPLpfKs8/TkWAvTB8cAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VQbfC5apcyw/s1600/IMG_6089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJYSPLpfKs8/TkWAvTB8cAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VQbfC5apcyw/s400/IMG_6089.jpg" border="0" alt="TIC Team 1 on console during STS-135"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640055658402050050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leslie and I were very blessed to be able to make the trek to Florida's Space Coast to watch the &lt;a href="http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/space-bumps-trip-to-kennedy-space.html"&gt;April 2010 attempt of the last launch of Endeavor for STS-134&lt;/a&gt;. In this trip, we were able to see the final vehicle to take flight in the Space Shuttle Program, the Space Shuttle Atlantis, up close and personal as it was being prepped for it's final voyage in the Orbiter Processing Facility. So amazing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgbmaBbmWr4/TlJssfsL1UI/AAAAAAAAAyo/bJ-OUJKlWHk/s1600/135EngineBells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgbmaBbmWr4/TlJssfsL1UI/AAAAAAAAAyo/bJ-OUJKlWHk/s400/135EngineBells.jpg" border="0" alt="Leslie and I standing aft of Atlantis in the OPF"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643692794725520706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The final video I have is an incredibly reflective one about all the things we've accomplished in space. It's a great way to conclude this blog. If you don't watch the others, watch this one. What Kind of World Do You Want:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YYh6BD6-Hc8?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3612360511501187252?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3612360511501187252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3612360511501187252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3612360511501187252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3612360511501187252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/final-space-shuttle-mission.html' title='The Final Space Shuttle Mission'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ldlphfRuk1Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6159644574731781705</id><published>2011-08-19T23:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:08:37.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Memory Verse: Check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So Celeste attends a private Christian school in League City.  One of the things they do is teach the children verses of the Bible, by having them memorize them.  Celeste's first memory verse (starts with an "A," they have one for every letter of the alphabet) is due one week from today.  However, when I picked her up today from school, she was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;so elated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about having already memorized her verse and being able to get a toy from the "Treasure Chest" for having done so.  We took this little video for Daddy... enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UTQ7dzlFr74" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, and in case you didn't notice, "God died so we don't have to..."  Hahaha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6159644574731781705?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6159644574731781705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6159644574731781705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6159644574731781705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6159644574731781705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-memory-verse-check.html' title='First Memory Verse: Check!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UTQ7dzlFr74/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-1925770416694026671</id><published>2011-08-16T09:14:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:16:45.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's done. We have just dropped off our one and only child for her very first day of school. And it wasn't easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday afternoon, Ms. Linda, Eric and I all had tears in our eyes as we said goodbye and picked up our school-age daughter from Ms. Linda's for the last time. Ms. Linda has been a blessing in so many ways to our little family. She has been the most reliable, dependable, caring and devoted provider for our daughter that I could have ever dreamed of finding. These last four years with Celeste in her care have given us peace of mind and we have grown very close to Ms. Linda and her family. It was hard choking back the tears yesterday, and I almost didn't make it. I can't say enough how much of a blessing Ms. Linda has been to us, and while it's a great thing for Celeste to begin her school years, it's also bittersweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, I pressed Celeste's clothes, bleached a tiny rebellious chocolate milk stain out of her shirt, packed her lunch, worked with her on her first homework assignment, and then we all sat down and packed her very first backpack with all of the necessities of the first day of school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fO6QEViq_wE/TkqPrG1I24I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ye52QexJZk4/s1600/firsthomework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fO6QEViq_wE/TkqPrG1I24I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ye52QexJZk4/s400/firsthomework.jpg" border="0" alt="First homework assignment"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641479453965605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;Her first homework assignment was to decorate this cutout with all of her favorite things. She &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; wanted to color them, she didn't want to use beads or magazine clippings, and the said sandals, a book and a necklace and bracelet were her favorite things &lt;i&gt;(she drew the necklace and bracelet later, in red)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today began with Mommy and Daddy running around the house like headless chickens, hurriedly preparing Celeste a cooked breakfast while she slept and double and triple-checking the contents of her backpack. It's obvious we are so new to this! Then I picked up my 46-pound daughter out of our extremely tall bed &lt;i&gt;(she sometimes crawls in while we're dead asleep)&lt;/i&gt;, put her on my shoulder and took her into the living room where we played &lt;a href="http://www.rio-themovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rio&lt;/a&gt; and set her little table with chocolate milk, a small waffle and some scrambled eggs. After much encouraging, she ate most of the waffle, drank the chocolate milk and barely touched the eggs &lt;i&gt;(much to my dismay)&lt;/i&gt;. Daddy braided her hair while I blow-dried my own, and then we grabbed our things and ran out the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric's truck is in the shop, so he's driving an un-tinted car. I followed them in my car, and kept watching her little head bounce up and down excitedly the whole way to the school. It's hard to explain the wave of emotions that I felt this morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember when that baby girl was too tiny to fit inside her infant carrier without ample support. I remember how that little head needed extra rolled up blankets in the additional infant head support part to keep her head up in the weeks after she was born. All those beautiful white eyelet sundresses, matching hats and tiny sandals. Her cute, dimply and toothless smiles at us both, and her bountiful laughter would fill the house as a baby. I remember feeling &lt;i&gt;soooooo scared&lt;/i&gt; the day she rolled herself right off the edge of our bed and onto the carpeted floor, and how angry I was at Eric for raising the bed (as if those 2-3 extra inches mattered) even though she was unharmed. Then there was the time I received a cell phone picture from my father-in-law of my 7-month-old with her tongue hanging out one side, standing on her tiptoes and stretching to get those tiny little fingers on the piano. It was a short week or two later that she began walking; people could hardly believe their eyes that this 7-8 month old was walking so well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she was 14 months old, I nervously dropped her off at Ms. Linda's for the first time. I remember crying on the way to work; I felt awful about leaving my baby at a place unfamiliar to her. But then she didn't want to go home when I picked her up, and I knew I'd found a keeper in Ms. Linda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now here I was, 4 years and 5 months after that first day at Ms. Linda's, watching my baby girl's curly head bounce up and down excitedly as we took her to her very first day of Kindergarten. &lt;i&gt;Where has the time gone??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, as every typical Mom does, I took photos of our baby as she made her way to her new school for the first time. Here they are... I can't wait to pick her up this afternoon and hear all about her day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cFS892eaGY/Tkp7wJ533-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/JeSQYFflhgQ/s1600/2011-08-16%2B08.11.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641457550457561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Posing in front of the school" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cFS892eaGY/Tkp7wJ533-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/JeSQYFflhgQ/s400/2011-08-16%2B08.11.21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fy0ehTuvGOM/Tkp7wZwIZTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xPcCppPrNiU/s1600/2011-08-16%2B08.11.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641457554711668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Cuteness!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fy0ehTuvGOM/Tkp7wZwIZTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xPcCppPrNiU/s400/2011-08-16%2B08.11.27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tswbGkYEmLM/Tkp7xFrResI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ybLoT5zBu7k/s1600/2011-08-16%2B08.12.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641457566502451906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celeste and Daddy standing outside her Kindergarten classroom" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tswbGkYEmLM/Tkp7xFrResI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ybLoT5zBu7k/s400/2011-08-16%2B08.12.39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NuAiyCa08o/Tkp7yKf8UII/AAAAAAAAAyY/iKFrNzZij58/s1600/2011-08-16%2B08.14.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641457584976973954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ms. Pino helping Celeste get started on her first activity" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NuAiyCa08o/Tkp7yKf8UII/AAAAAAAAAyY/iKFrNzZij58/s400/2011-08-16%2B08.14.39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has 14 students in her class. It's an all-day kindergarten class, and her buddy, Jude, is in her class! So glad she already has a friend there with her. I think I'm more nervous for her than she is today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my baby girl today... where has the time gone???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-1925770416694026671?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1925770416694026671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=1925770416694026671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1925770416694026671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1925770416694026671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fO6QEViq_wE/TkqPrG1I24I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ye52QexJZk4/s72-c/firsthomework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-5732356030907345403</id><published>2011-08-13T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:29:24.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Starting Her Out Young...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Celeste &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; going to the gym. She will even flex her muscles and show you how all her "hard work" in the Kid's Club has been paying off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, she's been reading through my book, &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/new-rules-of-lifting-for-women-lou-schuler/1100373791?ean=9781583333396&amp;itm=1&amp;usri=new%2brules%2bof%2blifting%2bfor%2bwomen" target="_blank"&gt;The New Rules of Lifting For Women&lt;/a&gt;. And she's been asking about the workouts in the book! Too cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xaMdhoSl_o/TkcinDU67cI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PQhX89QG7H4/s1600/2011-08-13%2B20.01.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xaMdhoSl_o/TkcinDU67cI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PQhX89QG7H4/s400/2011-08-13%2B20.01.57.jpg" border="0" alt="Starting her out young!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640515112608132546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eorJH49HC1o/TkcinQGMPZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/O5_O3ZFSU4o/s1600/2011-08-13%2B20.02.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eorJH49HC1o/TkcinQGMPZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/O5_O3ZFSU4o/s400/2011-08-13%2B20.02.37.jpg" border="0" alt="This is what you're suppose to do, Mom!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640515116036013458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I can teach her about being healthy now at her young age so that she'll have an even better, healthier lifestyle. Crossing my fingers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-5732356030907345403?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5732356030907345403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=5732356030907345403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5732356030907345403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5732356030907345403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/starting-her-out-young.html' title='Starting Her Out Young...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xaMdhoSl_o/TkcinDU67cI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PQhX89QG7H4/s72-c/2011-08-13%2B20.01.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-2070237741423280976</id><published>2011-08-05T14:50:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:27:12.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xiZy6n9VmQ/TjxQrOGpalI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZvRi5GeWvoQ/s1600/2011-08-01%2B14.55.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xiZy6n9VmQ/TjxQrOGpalI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZvRi5GeWvoQ/s200/2011-08-01%2B14.55.58.jpg" border="0" alt="New shirt from Catalina Island, curtesy of Eric"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637469537011591762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While most of you family members are waiting for me to put up a blog about the space stuff (I assure you, I will; it's going to be very image-intensive), I thought I'd update you with my working out status! (Haha yes Aunt Cyndi, one of these pics was taken at Boca!). ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So OMG, there is so much information out there. I started by going back to the gym, and I felt great about that. Then I started reading a lot online and talking with friends and family members who are intense and very knowledgeable, and I found that I was quite the dummy about my body and it's needs. I purchased &lt;a href="http://www.thenewrulesoflifting.com/nrol-for-women" target="_blank"&gt;The New Rules of Lifting for Women&lt;/a&gt; and began learning a lot more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first, it was &lt;i&gt;completely overwhelming&lt;/i&gt;. I was more focused on working the last shuttle flight at the time I began learning more about what I was doing wrong and what I &lt;i&gt;should be doing&lt;/i&gt; in the gym and in my eating habits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still learning. There's so much that I am finding out every day that I don't know. If I'm going to be losing fat and replacing that with muscle &lt;i&gt;(not trying to look like &lt;a href="http://www.funnyphotos.net.au/userimages/user756_1153371702.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.funnyphotos.net.au/userimages/user756_1153371840.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://thewondrous.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/2009newyorkprowomen_andersen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;, if they can even be called female!!)&lt;/i&gt;, then I need a higher protein, lower carb and fat diet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went to Nutrition Depot and purchased some protein powder (yummm!!!!), some female vitamins and fish oil supplements (for Omega-3s). But the protein... &lt;i&gt;oh my!!&lt;/i&gt; Apparently, I can't digest it very well... and ummm... that trait that Gabe has that everyone &lt;i&gt;loves so much&lt;/i&gt;, well I found it in my genes, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Dad: "Son, don't do that in the kitchen while we're eating!" &lt;br /&gt;Gabe: Steps 2 feet back into the living room. Mission accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;Dad: Rolls eyes as we all bust out laughing.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man, that was embarrassing!!! Well, I didn't actually have any embarrassing moments, but let's just say it was &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;not pleasant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to deal with. So I found this chewable papaya extract tablet that you can take after eating that really helps! &lt;i&gt;(Can anyone guess what I'm getting Gabe for Christmas??)&lt;/i&gt; Yep, I'm excited about that right there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here are a couple of pics of my new little forming bicep. I'm kinda proud of this thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUVay3XsI5Y/TjxRkUiW-3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/CM6SMy37P4Q/s1600/2011-08-01%2B20.31.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUVay3XsI5Y/TjxRkUiW-3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/CM6SMy37P4Q/s320/2011-08-01%2B20.31.03.jpg" border="0" alt="Yay! Progress!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637470517990980466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMeuvaW5ytY/TjxRkxUCrRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FYO2U39kgow/s1600/2011-08-02%2B21.39.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMeuvaW5ytY/TjxRkxUCrRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FYO2U39kgow/s320/2011-08-02%2B21.39.49.jpg" border="0" alt="Cute!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637470525715557650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-2070237741423280976?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2070237741423280976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=2070237741423280976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2070237741423280976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2070237741423280976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/physical-update.html' title='Physical Update'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xiZy6n9VmQ/TjxQrOGpalI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZvRi5GeWvoQ/s72-c/2011-08-01%2B14.55.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7503308475241789383</id><published>2011-06-29T09:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:26:38.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Working My Way to a Healthier Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just over a year and a half ago now, I decided to get into shape. I'd gained umpteen pounds with my pregnancy, and hadn't shed them all. So I joined a gym and started eating healthier, and lost about 30 pounds in total while toning up. It was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyquUSERS5A/Tgs8PMyfgnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/61su3BbAt1s/s1600/bleh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyquUSERS5A/Tgs8PMyfgnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/61su3BbAt1s/s400/bleh.jpg" border="0" alt="Chunkier Days"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623654791530906226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However I gave up my gym membership earlier this year, and my body has changed it's shape somewhat. For all of you ladies who are already thinking "Mandy, you're so skinny, puhleease!", you should know that while I don't really think I'm fat, I am most definitely out of shape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So starting this week, we've been working out every day. And Celeste &lt;i&gt;loves it&lt;/i&gt;. She thinks she is working out, too, and will flex her biceps and "show you her muscles" that she gets from "working out at the gym" (aka. Kid's Club).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While this post may bore you a bit, the point is now I've publicly said I'm getting in shape, so I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to stick to it. &lt;i&gt;(Goodbye, chips and salsa; I will miss you.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7503308475241789383?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7503308475241789383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7503308475241789383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7503308475241789383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7503308475241789383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/working-my-way-to-healthier-lifestyle.html' title='Working My Way to a Healthier Lifestyle'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyquUSERS5A/Tgs8PMyfgnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/61su3BbAt1s/s72-c/bleh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6170121318461432487</id><published>2011-06-27T09:10:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:08:49.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love how my daughter runs at me, full speed when I open the door to her daycare at the end of each day. She throws her arms around my waist, almost knocking me down with sheer, rapid and intense inertia. Then she quickly grabs her things and proudly displays her craft of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, she's been into both a purple and heart phase. Here she is, proudly displaying her crafts from last week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="610" align="center" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BirOKvzPR9Y/TgiaCaEVYPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UkZ2qs-WIms/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BirOKvzPR9Y/TgiaCaEVYPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UkZ2qs-WIms/s400/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste proudly displaying her artwork"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913500919980274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc5WUPj9-i0/TgiaBi87j-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/5zZJ3eXO3CU/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc5WUPj9-i0/TgiaBi87j-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/5zZJ3eXO3CU/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste proudly displaying her artwork"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913486124978146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While there's absolutely no argument that having a child isn't &lt;a href="http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/bountiful-blooms-clean-roomsfinally.html" target="_blank"&gt;stressful, pain-free and difficult&lt;/a&gt;, there are moments that make up for the rest. Here are just a couple from this weekend...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, June 24, 2011&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While Celeste and Eric were watching &lt;a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/phineasandferb/" target="_blank"&gt;Phineas &amp; Ferb&lt;/a&gt;, I was doing housework and got in between Celeste and the movie. So she quickly shouted, "&lt;i&gt;Mom!!!! Get out of the way!! I wanna see the kissing part!!!&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;(Phineas and Ferb's older sister Candice and her crush, Jeremy)&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, June 25, 2011&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were out on the jet ski on Clear Lake, going about 10mph with Celeste in the front letting out tons of high-pitched squeals.&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, go faster!"&lt;br /&gt;Eric speeds up to 11mph.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Okay! Okay! Okay!&lt;/i&gt; That is &lt;i&gt;fast enough,&lt;/i&gt; Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;"Now go chase that big bird with the big beak!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZVWJrwHdvY/TgiXXQF5aQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ek2nEpRXSjs/s1600/ClearLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZVWJrwHdvY/TgiXXQF5aQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ek2nEpRXSjs/s400/ClearLake.jpg" border="0" alt="Mommy and Celeste at Clear Lake"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622910560484550914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, June 26, 2011&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two of her cousins were in the backseat of the car with her.&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Guys, at my house, I have this great hiding spot on my bed, under the covers..."&lt;br /&gt;Chelsey: "Celeste, your &lt;i&gt;mom&lt;/i&gt; is &lt;i&gt;listening!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Guys, you're &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; letting me &lt;i&gt;FINISH!!!&lt;/i&gt; So there's this great hiding spot..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few photos of my nieces and daughter. We went with my sister-in-law and her four girls to a favorite spot in midtown on Sunday afternoon, &lt;a href="http://www.sweetlolayogurtbar.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sweet Lola's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-959wOD2IEn0/TgictV0-x2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/AwHLU7nzVLw/s1600/imagejpeg_2_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-959wOD2IEn0/TgictV0-x2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/AwHLU7nzVLw/s400/imagejpeg_2_18.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste, Katelyn, Ashlyn and Chelsey"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622916437539473250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzOAf89ReN4/Tgics0CS_eI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Eb_ufbfKaaA/s1600/imagejpeg_2_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzOAf89ReN4/Tgics0CS_eI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Eb_ufbfKaaA/s400/imagejpeg_2_16.jpg" border="0" alt="Charity"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622916428468518370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6170121318461432487?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6170121318461432487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6170121318461432487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6170121318461432487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6170121318461432487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BirOKvzPR9Y/TgiaCaEVYPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UkZ2qs-WIms/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6518678409813071632</id><published>2011-06-24T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:51:54.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Girls Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today after work, Celeste and I went with Aunt Alicia to get our nails done. Celeste kept the attention of everyone in the salon with the things she was saying and doing. I took this little video of her while she was getting her pedicure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2qa98VTUn88" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is quite the spoiled little girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6518678409813071632?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6518678409813071632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6518678409813071632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6518678409813071632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6518678409813071632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/girls-day.html' title='Girls Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2qa98VTUn88/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6284173222603427958</id><published>2011-06-19T23:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:35:04.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Can You Hear Me Now??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My parents save up all of my junk mail and deliver it to me from time to time. Nope, I haven't lived in their house for over 6 years now, but I do still receive mail there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today they brought over my mail along with Eric's father's day card and gift, and I had a few laughs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_tVxnJkwZg/Tf7ah9_7oLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IOKjtVVNlX8/s1600/hearingAid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_tVxnJkwZg/Tf7ah9_7oLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IOKjtVVNlX8/s400/hearingAid1.jpg" border="0" alt="Hearing Aid ad"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620169662118207666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So apparently I, a 29-year-old, healthy female who can hear pretty well, ended up on the mailing distribution list for a hearing aid center in Webster. I'm confused. They have my maiden name, which is something I haven't had since I was 22 years old, and my parents' mailing address. Yet somehow, I'm on their list. I'm just wondering if they got it from the Friendswood High School yearbook pages?? Somehow? I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8-CuC7scwM/Tf7a4Gvi1eI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BJedQhl4118/s1600/hearingAid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8-CuC7scwM/Tf7a4Gvi1eI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BJedQhl4118/s400/hearingAid2.jpg" border="0" alt="Specials!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620170042422515170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the important thing to mention here is that they're having a sale though. So maybe I should go! You think they come in hot pink or zebra prints?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for those of you who're going to ask, this wasn't addressed to my baby boomer parents. Nope, it was addressed to yours truly, member of Generation Y.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They even have friendly, well-experienced staff members who are there to help me. That is, if I can even hear them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6284173222603427958?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6284173222603427958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6284173222603427958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6284173222603427958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6284173222603427958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-you-hear-me-now.html' title='Can You Hear Me Now??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_tVxnJkwZg/Tf7ah9_7oLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IOKjtVVNlX8/s72-c/hearingAid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-8869164703015113290</id><published>2011-06-18T20:49:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:01:58.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Bountiful Blooms &amp; Clean Rooms....Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9t5rEzOVMY/Tf1WHff8rhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BixlXD6a31I/s1600/Petunias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9t5rEzOVMY/Tf1WHff8rhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BixlXD6a31I/s400/Petunias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619742596742819346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r6-nJUbTbuo/Tf1WGwL0ZzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/lXSidkc7HjQ/s1600/Petunias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r6-nJUbTbuo/Tf1WGwL0ZzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/lXSidkc7HjQ/s400/Petunias2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619742584041924402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_x7P_1qTcqQ/Tf1WHil6aFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3CVbMJ7nyJ0/s1600/Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_x7P_1qTcqQ/Tf1WHil6aFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3CVbMJ7nyJ0/s400/Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619742597573142610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend began on Friday afternoon with promises of no stress, relaxation, and a weekend where I could accomplish some things at home that needed to be tackled. It has turned out to be quite the interesting weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting home yesterday afternoon, I went outside while Eric was starting up the grill, and &lt;i&gt;wow,&lt;/i&gt; I saw the most beautiful bloom from one of the new hybrid hibiscus plants. So of course, I grabbed my cell phone and started taking pictures of plenty of blooms around the yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo7QoP2jKcU/Tf1WIDtwyZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9SGhUpJFHoc/s1600/Zinnias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo7QoP2jKcU/Tf1WIDtwyZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9SGhUpJFHoc/s400/Zinnias.jpg" border="0" alt="Zinnias"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619742606464436626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--LxV-2Yx9KM/Tf1WGn9ZPUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oTw0sDavU9w/s1600/NewHib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--LxV-2Yx9KM/Tf1WGn9ZPUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oTw0sDavU9w/s400/NewHib.jpg" border="0" alt="New Hybrid Hibiscus"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619742581833940290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24e8orNBHD8/Tf1gGIg6eII/AAAAAAAAAuM/rhOUAIR47ys/s1600/Brug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24e8orNBHD8/Tf1gGIg6eII/AAAAAAAAAuM/rhOUAIR47ys/s200/Brug.jpg" border="0" alt="New Angel Trumpet bloom on it's way"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619753568509261954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love, love, love having color in the yard. It's awesome to open the windows and look at these beautiful flowers from inside the house throughout the day. They're simply gorgeous to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For mother's day, Eric and Celeste gave me this pink orchid (below). I'm not that great at orchids, in fact, I'm pretty awful with them. But the poor plant has managed to hang on until now, which is saying a lot. Not sure how much longer it'll be with us, but it's here now. And the blue orchid ... that one's amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" align="center" width="405"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7fXg6YFTnLY/Tf1YXBvFJXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VDkx-DSV8aw/s1600/PinkOrchid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7fXg6YFTnLY/Tf1YXBvFJXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VDkx-DSV8aw/s200/PinkOrchid.jpg" border="0" alt="Blue Orchid"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619745062654387570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8vPsAhZ6GI/Tf1YWx8gYCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QUUoRlsK0MQ/s1600/BlueOrchid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8vPsAhZ6GI/Tf1YWx8gYCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QUUoRlsK0MQ/s200/BlueOrchid.jpg" border="0" alt="Pink Orchid"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619745058415730722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was completely full of cleaning the house. Dust, sweep, mop, clean, wash, repeat, etc. Whew. As anyone knows who has had small children, this is quite a feat with little ones in the house. Let me just elaborate for a minute on some of the episodes of the day....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved the couch to find melted Now and Laters on the wood floors. Scrub, soak, scrub, soak, ugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: "Celeste, what is that on the wall?"&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: (very matter-of-factly) "Boogers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No joke.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fixed a broken leg on her toy box.&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later, she rocks the toy box and moves it until it breaks again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: "Celeste, why are you writing in red markers on the tile floor??"&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Sorry..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweep and mop the floors.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, mounds of cake are everywhere on the floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and the list goes on. I love my baby girl, don't get me wrong. But there are some days, when I just want to scream at the world in frustration. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How is it possible to keep a clean house with ONE five-year-old inside???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the tasks today was to clean her room. We went through her toys and got rid of a huge 55-gallon sized bag full of them. Here are some before and after pictures of her room. The look on her face in the before photos is because she was embarrassed about her dirty room. (&lt;i&gt;So stop keeping it dirty?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfE8PBSviiU/Tf1lCUd89qI/AAAAAAAAAuU/5lJi6sFqVMg/s1600/dirtyRoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfE8PBSviiU/Tf1lCUd89qI/AAAAAAAAAuU/5lJi6sFqVMg/s400/dirtyRoom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759000556730018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPGDeSyRSF0/Tf1lChm5NeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/m0aSo46XrUc/s1600/dirtyRoom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPGDeSyRSF0/Tf1lChm5NeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/m0aSo46XrUc/s400/dirtyRoom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759004083893730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wF2_eEoyrKM/Tf1lCxoz_uI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xmkwjk4rop0/s1600/dirtyRoom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wF2_eEoyrKM/Tf1lCxoz_uI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xmkwjk4rop0/s400/dirtyRoom3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759008386907874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;After...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" align="center" width="610"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSTZzW1O5NE/Tf1lWN0Xg0I/AAAAAAAAAus/qfA0XWJN824/s1600/cleanRoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSTZzW1O5NE/Tf1lWN0Xg0I/AAAAAAAAAus/qfA0XWJN824/s400/cleanRoom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759342369080130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItitVT3cHBg/Tf1lWe2TvWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/srKktW3bOB0/s1600/cleanRoom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItitVT3cHBg/Tf1lWe2TvWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/srKktW3bOB0/s400/cleanRoom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619759346940624226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder what it's going to look like tomorrow. Oh the fun joys of being a parent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-8869164703015113290?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8869164703015113290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=8869164703015113290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8869164703015113290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8869164703015113290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/bountiful-blooms-clean-roomsfinally.html' title='Bountiful Blooms &amp; Clean Rooms....Finally'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9t5rEzOVMY/Tf1WHff8rhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BixlXD6a31I/s72-c/Petunias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4960795565258352423</id><published>2011-06-16T08:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:00:01.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Wild, Crazy and Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last winter was &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt; on my yard. I lost some rare, hybridized hibiscus, all of my palms (except the huge Medjool in the front) experienced severe setbacks, and &lt;a href="http://www.weedtwister.com/images/bermudagrass059s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Bermuda grass&lt;/a&gt; took over the flower beds. As you may have read from &lt;a href="http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-has-sprung.html"&gt;one of my previous posts&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to tackle this early in the spring this year. Instead of dealing with each and every strip of Bermuda grass growing throughout my flowerbeds, I did a complete overhaul of them. Eric dug up the Pygmy in the front yard and the sago that had outgrown our small front flowerbed, and then I went to town cleaning everything out, putting in new plants, dirt and mulch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After completing the front yard, I only got about halfway through with the backyard before life began to happen (shuttle mission support, final exams at school, etc.). In the backyard, I'd placed some white petunias around one of the sagos (and had planned on putting some matching ones around the other but haven't gotten to it yet), and some purple petunias with white stripes near two stacks of limestone rocks. Both were originally very tiny plants. In fact, the white ones were those teeny-tiny starters that are roughly $2 or so for a pack of 6? The purple-and-white striped ones were actually only one plant each, $4 each from Home Depot, and were in small 6" pots. They were planted in April, look at them now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRXOkKCFp5I/TfoImWzkSbI/AAAAAAAAAss/0FjpYY3JbRk/s1600/2011-06-14%2B19.32.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRXOkKCFp5I/TfoImWzkSbI/AAAAAAAAAss/0FjpYY3JbRk/s400/2011-06-14%2B19.32.25.jpg" border="0" alt="Beautiful petnuias in my backyard"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618812940148033970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpLIiHMfTrM/TfoImm94ZQI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yySpzoEVmrI/s1600/2011-06-14%2B19.32.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpLIiHMfTrM/TfoImm94ZQI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yySpzoEVmrI/s400/2011-06-14%2B19.32.45.jpg" border="0" alt="Beautiful petnuias in my backyard"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618812944486262018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granted, things look like a mess there around the tortured queen palm. There are reasons for that. I planted things temporarily around the queen when I ran out of time so that they would be alive when I found the time again, and my Excavator thought it would be a great idea to see how hard he could tug on the Queen Palm last winter. Thank goodness he lost interest before it snapped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USOnOiMBPpI/TfoKYfbf2mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SJfEvPBAR3Y/s1600/mikado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USOnOiMBPpI/TfoKYfbf2mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SJfEvPBAR3Y/s400/mikado.jpg" border="0" alt="Mikado, the Excavator"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618814900968086114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Deep sigh...) I absolutely love a colorful yard. Hopefully, we'll get some rain soon so that my water bill can go down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4960795565258352423?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4960795565258352423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4960795565258352423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4960795565258352423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4960795565258352423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/wild-crazy-and-beautiful.html' title='Wild, Crazy and Beautiful'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRXOkKCFp5I/TfoImWzkSbI/AAAAAAAAAss/0FjpYY3JbRk/s72-c/2011-06-14%2B19.32.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-8247598143550042575</id><published>2011-06-15T08:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:00:02.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><title type='text'>IIIMS Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of the many fun parts of my job is developing websites.  A few years ago, I helped design the TPS Imagery Inspection Management System (TIIMS) for the Space Shuttle Program.  This website houses all of the inspection-related analysis of the orbiter's heat shield (Thermal Protection System).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the closeout of the Space Shuttle Program rapidly approaching, one of my coworkers (Dan Smith) decided we should do something similar for the International Space Station, since our group also performs the same type of assessments of the ISS (potential handrail damage, &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/centers/wstf/laboratories/hypervelocity/mmod.html" target="_blank"&gt;MMOD strikes&lt;/a&gt;, etc.).  So led by Rob Scharf &lt;i&gt;(pictured below in the middle, back row)&lt;/i&gt;, we pulled together a web-based system for the ISS program called ISS Imagery Inspection Management System (IIIMS).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every quarter, our company has an award ceremony for quarterly awards across the contract.  This time, our IIIMS Development Team was the recipient of the Superior Team award.  And I'm proudly putting on my pocket protector for this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gn52aJEB_A/Tfi2B8elW-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/tyWvouhNYz0/s1600/_IMG_1681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gn52aJEB_A/Tfi2B8elW-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/tyWvouhNYz0/s400/_IMG_1681.jpg" border="0" alt="IIIMS Development Team ESCG Quarterly Award"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618440679675223010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;(L-R): Glenn Ellis (SARD Director), Jim Heslin, Dwight Osborne, Dan Labasse (Database Developer), Rob Scharf (ISAG Project Manager), Yours Truly (Web Developer), Joy and Lon (Jacobs).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, I love my job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-8247598143550042575?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8247598143550042575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=8247598143550042575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8247598143550042575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8247598143550042575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/iiims-award.html' title='IIIMS Award'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gn52aJEB_A/Tfi2B8elW-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/tyWvouhNYz0/s72-c/_IMG_1681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4109677498525291817</id><published>2011-06-08T15:24:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:53:53.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>How Many Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other day, Ms. Linda sent Celeste's artwork that she's done since last fall home with her. And of course, Celeste had to try on every single hat in there, and had to take pictures. So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-41.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278721089&amp;site=widget-41.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may be wondering what's all that stuff on her face. Well, if I told you that we stopped by Ben &amp; Jerry's for a special Mommy and Celeste time, and that she only ate a couple of bites, would you believe me? &lt;i&gt;(It's true.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favorite..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1F6f1b6lw/Te_db8J4M_I/AAAAAAAAArs/NSVMSqhw59Y/s1600/CatinHat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1F6f1b6lw/Te_db8J4M_I/AAAAAAAAArs/NSVMSqhw59Y/s400/CatinHat.jpg" border="0" alt="Cutest cat in the hat I've ever seen"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615950732428063730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I was able to take off work and spend some time with one of my friends who I've been close with since we were, well, smaller than Celeste is now. She brought her daughter and we took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.itzusa.com/pasadena/" target="_blank"&gt;iT'Z&lt;/a&gt;. That place is a way better version of Chuck-E-Cheese; no looming furry and dusty mouse chasing your kids, no overhead crawl space full of all kinds of bacteria, but a miniature bowling alley, bumper cars, go karts and laser tag, plus all of the games that Chuck-E-Cheese offers. And their pizza is actually pretty good. It was a lot of fun, the girls really enjoyed it. And I enjoyed getting to see my friend!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" width="615"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a43c4s76jys/Te_eMDYNXBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/B0fPYHjqXQQ/s1600/2011-06-07-17.31.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a43c4s76jys/Te_eMDYNXBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/B0fPYHjqXQQ/s200/2011-06-07-17.31.42.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste on the Bumper Cars"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615951559000939538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGVMQ2ReDlI/Te_eMj7C-yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7QboqOnRW_o/s1600/2011-06-07-17.33.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGVMQ2ReDlI/Te_eMj7C-yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7QboqOnRW_o/s200/2011-06-07-17.33.53.jpg" border="0" alt="Mason and Celeste on the Bumper Cars"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615951567736994594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0ReaZOK_NA/Te_eNODFT5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/BYHqJCJou3I/s1600/2011-06-07-18.06.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0ReaZOK_NA/Te_eNODFT5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/BYHqJCJou3I/s200/2011-06-07-18.06.50.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste riding a horse"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615951579044990866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_Tj8Em_NOk/Te_gNfEqQcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Z0ZuxcJEnPk/s1600/2011-06-07-18.44.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_Tj8Em_NOk/Te_gNfEqQcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Z0ZuxcJEnPk/s400/2011-06-07-18.44.24.jpg" border="0" alt="Beautiful Smiles!!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615953782638264770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOTfjXpsdTo/Te_gh9ZKCMI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kANA-VK1eec/s1600/2011-06-07-18.45.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOTfjXpsdTo/Te_gh9ZKCMI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kANA-VK1eec/s400/2011-06-07-18.45.01.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Mommy on the Go Karts"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615954134374680770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our day together, we came home and had our usual time of chasing each other around the house. Here, she was grabbing onto my legs and laughing as I walked around with her in tow. Ha ha ha, she is a lot of fun, that's for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZeVTRwJ7OA/Te_hQ88gATI/AAAAAAAAAsc/AxhUZrARP-o/s1600/2011-06-03-18.53.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZeVTRwJ7OA/Te_hQ88gATI/AAAAAAAAAsc/AxhUZrARP-o/s400/2011-06-03-18.53.39.jpg" border="0" alt="Playing around the house before bed"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615954941708337458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4109677498525291817?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4109677498525291817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4109677498525291817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4109677498525291817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4109677498525291817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-many-hats.html' title='How Many Hats'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1F6f1b6lw/Te_db8J4M_I/AAAAAAAAArs/NSVMSqhw59Y/s72-c/CatinHat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-2808722845795666781</id><published>2011-06-03T08:21:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:54:33.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>To Be Five Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As this December creeps up, I'm quite scared of my looming 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. I have 6 more months to actually &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; in my 20s, then I'm officially a dinosaur. At least in the eyes of my five-year-old, anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt4YubSxZzs/TejiQNUXu7I/AAAAAAAAArM/j7MK16slj3o/s1600/2011-06-01%2B16.43.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt4YubSxZzs/TejiQNUXu7I/AAAAAAAAArM/j7MK16slj3o/s400/2011-06-01%2B16.43.57.jpg" border="0" alt="Bearded Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613985703598209970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look at her simple life that she leads, and how anxious she is to grow up and be a big person, and I must say there's a &lt;i&gt;tiny bit&lt;/i&gt; of irony. I mean, think about how tough it must be to have to come home, eat a meal that's prepared at your demands, watch "Wonder Pets," drink chocolate milk, play outside with a big fluffy dog that all the other kids are scared of, run around in the sprinklers with your swimsuit on, then take a bath in a magical spaceship filled with your favorite plastic toys (&lt;i&gt;who can transform into anything&lt;/i&gt;), and end your evening by falling asleep atop a beautiful princess castle bed that has a slide attached? &lt;i&gt;Whew, she must have it rough.&lt;/i&gt; Poor kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiding from Daddy in the Bathtub...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278718495&amp;site=widget-1f.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And who can forget the daily routine of roughhousing, tickling each other and getting smothered in Mommy kisses? What a hard life she leads...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEDR_XKvTok/TejleHqNejI/AAAAAAAAArk/8G_djgM8ArU/s1600/2011-06-02%2B18.41.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEDR_XKvTok/TejleHqNejI/AAAAAAAAArk/8G_djgM8ArU/s400/2011-06-02%2B18.41.17.jpg" border="0" alt="Mommy kisses"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613989241132251698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKmIzsMQYsc/TejldkC63HI/AAAAAAAAArc/IcEZ5DKH8zo/s1600/2011-06-02%2B18.40.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKmIzsMQYsc/TejldkC63HI/AAAAAAAAArc/IcEZ5DKH8zo/s400/2011-06-02%2B18.40.57.jpg" border="0" alt="Say cheese!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613989231572212850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; could be five again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-2808722845795666781?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2808722845795666781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=2808722845795666781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2808722845795666781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2808722845795666781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-be-five-again.html' title='To Be Five Again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt4YubSxZzs/TejiQNUXu7I/AAAAAAAAArM/j7MK16slj3o/s72-c/2011-06-01%2B16.43.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-2250983891425755682</id><published>2011-06-01T14:58:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:43:58.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Little Rock Star in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, I've had the luxury of being able to take off from work. After making pancakes and eggs for Daddy and Celeste, Celeste and I began our day by hosting a salesman from &lt;a href="http://www.alltexexteriors.com/" target="_blank"&gt;All-Tex Exteriors&lt;/a&gt;. He gave us a quote on an outdoor patio cover that I'm contemplating putting up. It would be awesome to have some shade on the patio while outside with Celeste and Mikado, or while Eric grills, etc. So far, I've had four quotes (including All-Tex) and they range anywhere from $1,400 - $3,600. Basically, not everyone has the same products, so I have to do some more research before we make up our minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the salesman left, I began doing my yearly chore of going through Celeste's closet and getting rid of the clothes and shoes that she can no longer wear. Why am I always amazed at how much this child has? It's so obvious that she's an only child, and she is so very spoiled. One of the outfits, for example, cost us over $150 last year and she wore it &lt;i&gt;only once,&lt;/i&gt; Easter Sunday 2010. &lt;i&gt;Seriously.&lt;/i&gt; That's a problem; a ridiculous one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So while going through her clothes, Celeste decided she was going to dress herself in her favorite things. After moments of utter silence in the house &lt;i&gt;(a heads-up for any mom)&lt;/i&gt; I found her in the restroom with a can of hairspray, my hairbrush, some bobby pins, several hair bows and ponytail holders. She quickly told me to get out, and that she was getting ready to "be a Rock Star."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The End Result...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG9zeAC8fks/TeaeqojEioI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qYfn4gELpsM/s1600/2011-06-01%2B14.11.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG9zeAC8fks/TeaeqojEioI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qYfn4gELpsM/s320/2011-06-01%2B14.11.06.jpg" border="0" alt="All Ready!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613348440840112770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiTS45D2T44/TeaequgDgCI/AAAAAAAAAqw/tGjm115_qxo/s1600/2011-06-01%2B14.11.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiTS45D2T44/TeaequgDgCI/AAAAAAAAAqw/tGjm115_qxo/s320/2011-06-01%2B14.11.17.jpg" border="0" alt="The Hair"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613348442438074402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, of course, she told me to sit down and record her giving a "Rock Star Concert." So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zCzym_xEkY/TeagDpAYqRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iR6QCorAsz8/s1600/2011-06-01%2B14.23.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zCzym_xEkY/TeagDpAYqRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iR6QCorAsz8/s400/2011-06-01%2B14.23.39.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste all dressed up for her rock star concert"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613349969971423506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you didn't already know, Celeste is &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; the imaginative little girl. One of the things that cracked me up was that she turned her toy golf club into a microphone by turning it upside down. Well of course it wouldn't stand on it's own, so she anxiously began trying to be innovative in finding a way to keep her microphone straight and steady during her rock star concert...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xw21oyfwvHg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously, I can't post all of the songs that she performed today (copyright infringement and such), but here are a few of my favorites. This first one is so cute because she actually mentions going to school in August, and that's something she absolutely &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt; stop talking about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JuWh40IM9Hk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She gets a little more creative with each song she comes up with...until she &lt;i&gt;owns the stage&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_axRC1-vf9U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right before this one, I felt her stiff hair (in the front) and was shocked at how much hairspray was in there. Check out what she says when I asked her about it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/31QMUiByYpo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like every rock star, she had to unwind a bit after performing her grueling concert...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKQrCMR8nyE/Teajlgi-cEI/AAAAAAAAArA/5G4DJlqNNF0/s1600/2011-06-01%2B15.20.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKQrCMR8nyE/Teajlgi-cEI/AAAAAAAAArA/5G4DJlqNNF0/s400/2011-06-01%2B15.20.59.jpg" border="0" alt="Playing video games"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613353850351022146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want an autograph, I'm sure we can work something out. Please contact her manager at 5_GoingOn_17@Rockstar.com for further information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-2250983891425755682?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2250983891425755682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=2250983891425755682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2250983891425755682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2250983891425755682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-rock-star-in-making.html' title='Little Rock Star in the Making'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG9zeAC8fks/TeaeqojEioI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qYfn4gELpsM/s72-c/2011-06-01%2B14.11.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3142051045068066854</id><published>2011-05-30T02:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T02:40:41.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To celebrate Memorial Day weekend, my whole family went to Frankie Carter Randolph Park and had a little fun time together. Dad grilled chicken breasts, very spicy venison sausage, a few hamburger patties and a couple of hot dogs for the kiddos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste was &lt;i&gt;sooooooo&lt;/i&gt; very excited to see my mom ("Nana") at the park. She ran up to her and I had to get this picture. What kid isn't happy about seeing the one who spoils them rotten?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O3QakFxe5A/TeNI3Ldb-PI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k8byiWoF4Qw/s1600/2011-05-29%2B14.37.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O3QakFxe5A/TeNI3Ldb-PI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k8byiWoF4Qw/s400/2011-05-29%2B14.37.28.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Nana"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612409673440033010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took these video of Celeste as she was playing right after we got to the park. In retrospect, I just realized that I've turned into one of those moms who is nerdily prompting her kid to answer questions from behind the camera. Oh man. I'm a minivan mom without the minivan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kcPdGZehCps" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this next video, I asked Celeste about going to school in August, and her friend Jude. He's a cute little boy from church that she plays with a lot. They are pretty good little friends, and will be going to the same school in League City this August.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ffVzhS_V-iE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next one is well ... my brother. It's Gabe ... need I say more??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T8_CitI575Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3142051045068066854?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3142051045068066854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3142051045068066854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3142051045068066854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3142051045068066854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-weekend-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O3QakFxe5A/TeNI3Ldb-PI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k8byiWoF4Qw/s72-c/2011-05-29%2B14.37.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3527287117502108537</id><published>2011-05-29T07:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:19:07.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KSC'/><title type='text'>STS-134 Launch &amp; Ascent Imagery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My friend from the console next to mine produces these videos every flight. This one is for the final flight of Space Shuttle Endeavor, which launched on May 16, 2011, and is set to land in 3 days on Wednesday, June 1, 2011. This is also the launch that we were able to go and see in person. Yep, I was there. Ohhhh yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DO7ZBp4HXQA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a few more night shifts of console support and it's back to my regular job.  Starbucks is going to miss me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3527287117502108537?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3527287117502108537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3527287117502108537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3527287117502108537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3527287117502108537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/sts-134-launch-ascent-imagery.html' title='STS-134 Launch &amp; Ascent Imagery'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DO7ZBp4HXQA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3274695790874635526</id><published>2011-05-24T04:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T05:00:09.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><title type='text'>Geek Moment ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every flight, the NASA JSC photographers come around and take our photos on console. It makes me nervous when I realize they are there, and I am never quite sure how to react.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This flight, when the photographer came around, I was right in the middle of working Focused Inspection procedures with other consoles, so I didn't notice him at first. So he got a photo of me really working!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHq1GfAoBVI/Tdt9k1U6UiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/W0Y9Ta_IIzE/s1600/jsc2011e046480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHq1GfAoBVI/Tdt9k1U6UiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/W0Y9Ta_IIzE/s400/jsc2011e046480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610215832563634722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dwight &amp; me at the TPS Imagery Coordinator console in the Shuttle Mission Evaluation Room in Houston's Mission Control Center&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Normally I don't post these. However, there is only one more shuttle flight left, and then everything goes in the history books and off to museums. This is for my family, my parents and my daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was a kid, in elementary school, I had decided to become an astronaut. I really wanted to go up in a space shuttle and orbit the earth. I used to imagine myself flying around up there, chasing food, marbles, etc. as they floated around in zero gravity &lt;i&gt;(hey, I was a kid)&lt;/i&gt;. While I gave up on that long ago, I certainly was blessed to come closer than I had ever dreamed possible. God has truly smiled on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my job; I &lt;i&gt;really, really&lt;/i&gt; love my job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3274695790874635526?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3274695790874635526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3274695790874635526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3274695790874635526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3274695790874635526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/geek-moment.html' title='Geek Moment ...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHq1GfAoBVI/Tdt9k1U6UiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/W0Y9Ta_IIzE/s72-c/jsc2011e046480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6753295270270301626</id><published>2011-05-23T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:47:20.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KSC'/><title type='text'>Space Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yep, that's right! As I mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/space-bumps-trip-to-kennedy-space.html"&gt;previous blog&lt;/a&gt;, Leslie and I had gone to Florida to watch the April 2011 launch attempt of STS-134, and the launch was scrubbed a few hours prior to liftoff. So this meant that Eric, Celeste and I were able to make a family trip last week to watch the launch at the John F. Kennedy Space Center in Florida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Day 1: Friday, May 13&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric had oral surgery the day before, which meant that the driving was all up to me (&lt;i&gt;yikes!&lt;/i&gt;). We headed out as soon as his followup appointment was over that morning, and I drove &lt;i&gt;all ... day ... long ...&lt;/i&gt; and then some.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A946RiWgZOM/TdZzTpKienI/AAAAAAAAAn4/CuCEj-G8I3E/s1600/2011-05-13%2B13.24.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A946RiWgZOM/TdZzTpKienI/AAAAAAAAAn4/CuCEj-G8I3E/s320/2011-05-13%2B13.24.34.jpg" border="0" alt="On the road to Florida"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608797167241296498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--KsItmXiruw/TdZziiOE7QI/AAAAAAAAAoA/towCFHpKr0M/s1600/2011-05-13%2B13.25.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--KsItmXiruw/TdZziiOE7QI/AAAAAAAAAoA/towCFHpKr0M/s320/2011-05-13%2B13.25.56.jpg" border="0" alt="On the road to Florida"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608797423075126530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept telling Celeste about the states that we were going through, and it was so cute to hear her say, "Lew-eeee-see-ann-a" and "MiSSiSSippi," etc. Somewhere between Pensacola and Tallahassee, Celeste got sick in the back of the car. Man, that's a pleasant smell! Poor baby though, she was pretty freaked out about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drive was sooo incredible that I had to take these awesome pictures of these incredible places so people would know we've been here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;First, we were here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uk9a4k7U0/TdZzybnLZLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/XxxysYuB-Iw/s1600/2011-05-13%2B13.56.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uk9a4k7U0/TdZzybnLZLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/XxxysYuB-Iw/s320/2011-05-13%2B13.56.35.jpg" border="0" alt="Amazing place"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608797696179266738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then we passed over this famous bridge...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IxKXg5j4EA/TdZ0ECGg8DI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/imAa6uckeRA/s1600/2011-05-13%2B16.27.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IxKXg5j4EA/TdZ0ECGg8DI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/imAa6uckeRA/s320/2011-05-13%2B16.27.57.jpg" border="0" alt="Famous bridge"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608797998569025586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;At last, the scenery began to change...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gsfCDlIhDA/TdZ0cUP0ypI/AAAAAAAAAoY/baPi_bIpKOI/s1600/2011-05-13%2B18.35.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gsfCDlIhDA/TdZ0cUP0ypI/AAAAAAAAAoY/baPi_bIpKOI/s320/2011-05-13%2B18.35.26.jpg" border="0" alt="Water! Finally!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608798415756774034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, we arrived at our resort a few hours after midnight. Boy, was that a welcome sight. The place was like an apartment, with &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the amenities of home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278710427&amp;site=widget-9b.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Day 2: Saturday, May 14&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday began with all three of us heading to a real, actual Krispy Kreme! It was just around the corner from our resort. Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgbQDZ1wVho/TdZ457JPXGI/AAAAAAAAAog/-Vah-nq1eag/s1600/2011-05-14%2B12.24.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgbQDZ1wVho/TdZ457JPXGI/AAAAAAAAAog/-Vah-nq1eag/s320/2011-05-14%2B12.24.29.jpg" border="0" alt="Donut evidence"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608803322460855394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we ate, I dropped Eric and Celeste off at Ron Jon's in Cocoa Beach and headed to KSC to pick up the car pass that Armando so kindly reserved for me. Just driving up to the VAB had me reminiscing of my trip a couple of weeks ago, and full of pride for the amazing work that we do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-73.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278711667&amp;site=widget-73.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after, I went back to my little family at Ron Jon's and we bought Celeste a "surf board" so she could do some "surfing" the next day. Boy, was she ever excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278711676&amp;site=widget-7c.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Day 3: Sunday, May 15&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we started our day, yet again, with a trip to Krispy Kreme. Celeste &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; watching them make the donuts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NvAqIA4kxU/TdaCUwk1oiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/RmsdyiwwQQo/s1600/2011-05-15%2B12.57.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NvAqIA4kxU/TdaCUwk1oiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/RmsdyiwwQQo/s320/2011-05-15%2B12.57.32.jpg" border="0" alt="Watching the people make the donuts"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608813679084937762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBjBhqmjXqs/TdaCVHyczzI/AAAAAAAAApA/gXqe5ntqxPw/s1600/2011-05-15%2B12.57.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBjBhqmjXqs/TdaCVHyczzI/AAAAAAAAApA/gXqe5ntqxPw/s320/2011-05-15%2B12.57.48.jpg" border="0" alt="Showing me the donuts"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608813685316046642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we headed down to Cocoa Beach and drove down the beach until we found a great spot to get in the water. These beaches are just &lt;i&gt;stunning&lt;/i&gt;. The water is quite clear and blue, and the beaches are pretty clean. And the &lt;i&gt;waves! &lt;b&gt;WOW.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; They were crashing down on shore, right at the shoreline, and were quite huge. Many of them were easily as tall as Eric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-80.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278711680&amp;site=widget-80.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Day 4: Monday, May 16&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Launch Day!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke up at around 4:00am and quickly got ready to head to the Space Center. The launch was set for 8:56am Eastern, and may had told us that we should plan on getting there as soon as possible (4+ hours early). We didn't even wake Celeste; we just took her in her pajamas, brought her blanket and pillows, and she slept the whole way to KSC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfrk5APS3ac/TdpdUEuORuI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OVFNs102fMI/s1600/strange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfrk5APS3ac/TdpdUEuORuI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OVFNs102fMI/s200/strange.jpg" border="0" alt="Titusville Random GPS for KSC"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609898885289756386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had this &lt;i&gt;great idea&lt;/i&gt; to head to KSC's gate 2 (by the visitor complex) by simply GPSing the KSC Visitor Complex. My GPS gave me the address of a location in Titusville, FL. I assumed this was right, since Titusville is so close to KSC. Let's just say that when I pulled into the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;q=kennedy+ct+titusville,+fl&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Kennedy+Ct,+Titusville,+Brevard,+Florida+32780&amp;gl=us&amp;ll=28.606998,-80.816417&amp;spn=0.002213,0.003669&amp;t=h&amp;z=18" target="_blank"&gt;tiny, overgrown ghost-town of a roach motel on Kennedy Drive&lt;/a&gt;, I knew something was up. Oh man, talk about funny. And no, that one &lt;i&gt;absolutely cannot&lt;/i&gt; be blamed on my skills as a female driver. It's all on the GPS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After moments of confusion, laughter, and minor paranoia, we found ourselves crawling in a &lt;i&gt;loooooooong&lt;/i&gt; line of traffic near the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; KSC Visitor Complex. Once we got through the gate and to our spot on the Causeway, we made a little pallet near the water and got ready for the launch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived 3+ hours before the launch, and it wasn't too crowded. It was pretty great, and the view wasn't bad either! Celeste kept excitedly asking when the "rocket ship" would go up. It was so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept a close eye on my watch and when they entered the last countdown, our anticipation and excitement was built so extremely high that I'm not sure I can accurately describe it on here. Celeste was anxious; I was excited; Eric was excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it happened. First, there was this huge burst of smoky clouds as the Solid Rocket Boosters (SRBs) were ignited. Not even seconds later, this magnificent vehicle, supported by it's 2 SRBs and External Tank were lifted off the ground with such a great force.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Randy, one of the KSC guys that we work with on-console during on-orbit inspection operations, had advised me to wear sunglasses when watching the launch because of the sheer vibrance of the flame. Unfortunately, I'd lost mine the day before in the Atlantic. But when that bad boy took off, I realized what he meant. It was like staring directly into the sun; so bright!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-82.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278711682&amp;site=widget-82.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few of my favorite photos from the launch...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iK0cFjegKI/TdpQaazLrXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_pySS6VNxfQ/s1600/_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iK0cFjegKI/TdpQaazLrXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_pySS6VNxfQ/s320/_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Big boom"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609884700644191602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lny_5NxYFz4/TdpQa1hl_3I/AAAAAAAAApY/JssmKmHXhHM/s1600/_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lny_5NxYFz4/TdpQa1hl_3I/AAAAAAAAApY/JssmKmHXhHM/s320/_02.jpg" border="0" alt="Stunning"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609884707818176370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow. I am truly blessed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These next two photos were taken by a woman named Stephanie Gordon of Hoboken, NJ. She was on a plane from NJ to Palm Beach, FL, and &lt;a href="http://www.space.com/11689-shuttle-launch-photos-airplane-window.html" target="_blank"&gt;took these photos looking out her airplane window&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLXSAlj6eMw/TdpXQne1WuI/AAAAAAAAApw/-x92-yodDnc/s1600/endeavour-launch-plane-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLXSAlj6eMw/TdpXQne1WuI/AAAAAAAAApw/-x92-yodDnc/s320/endeavour-launch-plane-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609892228831206114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHXswHcc8DE/TdpXQY692_I/AAAAAAAAApo/odJufrXF-v4/s1600/endeavour-launch-plane-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHXswHcc8DE/TdpXQY692_I/AAAAAAAAApo/odJufrXF-v4/s320/endeavour-launch-plane-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609892224922672114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the launch, I caught a flight from Orlando back to Houston to begin working the Flight Day 2 TPS inspections from the TIC console in the MCC Shuttle Mission Evaluation Room; Eric and Celeste drove home. This is a long mission (16+0+2 days thus far), and it can certainly make anyone tired to support every day during on-orbit operations. However, it is certainly the most rewarding job I can imagine and I absolutely love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amanda and Dan on console in the MCC for STS-134&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDx5R03C1vk/TdpaLQWwYXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ESzLNykve1Q/s1600/TIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDx5R03C1vk/TdpaLQWwYXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ESzLNykve1Q/s400/TIC.jpg" border="0" alt="TIC console"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609895435258847602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Driving home from Florida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278712295&amp;site=widget-e7.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6753295270270301626?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6753295270270301626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6753295270270301626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6753295270270301626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6753295270270301626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/space-mania.html' title='Space Mania'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A946RiWgZOM/TdZzTpKienI/AAAAAAAAAn4/CuCEj-G8I3E/s72-c/2011-05-13%2B13.24.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-8222299084450301327</id><published>2011-05-22T01:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:48:06.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KSC'/><title type='text'>More Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm still meaning to pull together the photos that we took last week of our trip to Florida to watch the final launch of Space Shuttle Endeavor.  It was &lt;i&gt;absolutely amazing!&lt;/i&gt;  I hope to have those photos posted in another day or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, okay ... one photo for now ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nV3BjBwKUSQ/TdisZzmvSOI/AAAAAAAAApI/p1-4YO-c4pU/s1600/2011-05-16-07.29.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nV3BjBwKUSQ/TdisZzmvSOI/AAAAAAAAApI/p1-4YO-c4pU/s400/2011-05-16-07.29.12.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Amanda at the May 2011 launch of Space Shuttle Endeavor"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609422895239350498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, here's one of my most favorite ascent highlights videos I've ever seen.  This was put together by my friend who sits at the console next to ours in the Mission Control Center for the launch of STS-133 (Space Shuttle Discovery's final flight).  Crank up your speakers and enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kayCLca1YMc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-8222299084450301327?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8222299084450301327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=8222299084450301327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8222299084450301327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8222299084450301327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-space.html' title='More Space'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nV3BjBwKUSQ/TdisZzmvSOI/AAAAAAAAApI/p1-4YO-c4pU/s72-c/2011-05-16-07.29.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-9076525517102336895</id><published>2011-05-20T07:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:59:57.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Not Her Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So as has been demonstrated, Celeste really enjoys playing rough.  A couple of weeks ago, we had some very sweet friends over (from church) for dinner.  During dinner, Celeste attempted to jump from the couch onto the floor.  When she did, she landed mouth open on the wood floors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, there was much bleeding.  She bit through her lower lip.  However, we began to notice that her two front teeth started turning a grayish color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aSB66Tgw8w/TbUrLhqb5FI/AAAAAAAAAlY/n41fo2Nc57A/s1600/2011-04-24-13.25.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aSB66Tgw8w/TbUrLhqb5FI/AAAAAAAAAlY/n41fo2Nc57A/s320/2011-04-24-13.25.21.jpg" border="0" alt="Before"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429188719993938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;After ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nO1SwAsK-tw/TdZgfwXZEUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/X5tZoREkTpQ/s1600/2011-05-16%2B07.26.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nO1SwAsK-tw/TdZgfwXZEUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/X5tZoREkTpQ/s320/2011-05-16%2B07.26.12.jpg" border="0" alt="After"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608776484611756354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So of course, her pediatric dentist said that the teeth were perfectly healthy, and she doesn't recommend doing anything at this point.  She &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; said that her teeth will most likely not return to their original color, as the gray color is caused from significant bruising in the teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;First thing on my mind?  &lt;i&gt;School starts in August!!  Here very first year!&lt;/i&gt;  And kids can tend to be so mean about little things.  She brushes her teeth &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; times a day (she loves her automatic toothbrush), but kids are kids.  And the dentist says that from Celeste's x-rays, she thinks Celeste has another 2-3 years before she begins losing those teeth.  :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our options?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It would be purely cosmetic, but we could have 2 root canals performed on those front teeth, and then crowns put on (which could chip easily, they're not porcelain).&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Just leave it and let nature run it's course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we're going with Option 2.  But if it turns out to be hard on her at school, or if it affects her in any way, then we will go back and have Option 1 done.  However, I've sat down with her and explained what the dentist said, and about what happened, and she seems to brush it off like it's no big deal.  So maybe she's tougher than me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love this little girl?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-9076525517102336895?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9076525517102336895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=9076525517102336895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/9076525517102336895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/9076525517102336895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-her-teeth.html' title='Not Her Teeth!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aSB66Tgw8w/TbUrLhqb5FI/AAAAAAAAAlY/n41fo2Nc57A/s72-c/2011-04-24-13.25.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-46819106282964895</id><published>2011-05-17T06:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T06:30:25.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Chasing Celeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of the things that Celeste and I do a lot is chase each other around the house. She &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; to be tickled, she &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; to hide and be found, and she &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; wrestling around. So here's a little video I took with my phone of us playing in the house last week before we left for Florida. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xCclXifFeTM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-46819106282964895?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/46819106282964895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=46819106282964895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/46819106282964895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/46819106282964895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/chasing-celeste.html' title='Chasing Celeste'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xCclXifFeTM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7411368802169695902</id><published>2011-05-01T23:44:00.074-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:00:05.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KSC'/><title type='text'>Space Bumps - Trip to Kennedy Space Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, wow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After working at the NASA Johnson Space Center for 12.5 years now (much of which was strictly dedicated to supporting the Space Shuttle Program), I was &lt;i&gt;finally blessed&lt;/i&gt; to be able to go to Florida to watch a launch in person. While the launch ended up being scrubbed for an amount of time that is still TBD, the experience was just simply &lt;i&gt;breathtaking&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My coworker (and very close friend) Leslie and I caught a flight at 3:55pm on Wednesday, April 27, 2011 from Houston to Tampa Bay. Our excitement had been building for weeks prior to the trip, but I think it really hit once we got to the airport. We were giggling, giddy, pumped up, you name it! Leslie has been working here longer than I have, and I believe this was her first time to view a launch opportunity as well. And after a while, well ... things got a bit nutty ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsABrOM91yk/Tb44Z6L4mpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y7zo075zrRg/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsABrOM91yk/Tb44Z6L4mpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y7zo075zrRg/s200/001.jpg" border="0" alt="Mandy &amp; Leslie"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601977004262464146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iRPgyLdxW8/Tb44aEH57pI/AAAAAAAAAmY/e-A-Omv-tto/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iRPgyLdxW8/Tb44aEH57pI/AAAAAAAAAmY/e-A-Omv-tto/s200/002.jpg" border="0" alt="Mandy &amp; Leslie"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601977006930128530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we arrived and got our rental car, we had a delicious dinner at the Cheesecake Factory there in Tampa. While I realize this isn't too touristy/unique, we both teased our spouses about the dinner we had! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XD1_Ce_cuoA/Tb47hEjB-gI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RmJKP8xvATc/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XD1_Ce_cuoA/Tb47hEjB-gI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RmJKP8xvATc/s200/004.jpg" border="0" alt="Inside the Tampa Cheesecake "id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601980425837869570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsfzE2aXbww/Tb47hFv4KtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZtLpIvZcDDk/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsfzE2aXbww/Tb47hFv4KtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZtLpIvZcDDk/s200/03.jpg" border="0" alt="FactoryDinner at Tampa Cheesecake Factory"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601980426160188114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Day Before Launch Attempt: Thursday, April 28&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our coworker, Dan &amp; his wife Sue, had graciously allowed Leslie and me to stay with Sue at their Florida home. It was the most beautiful house! The home backed up to the Banana River and faced the Atlantic. I couldn't imagine a more perfect arrangement. We were in awe when we arrived from our drive in from Tampa, but were more stunned the following morning by the gorgeous views from their backyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-98.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2089670227127348120&amp;site=widget-98.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our morning coffee, we made the drive over the causeway to Cocoa Beach &amp; Kennedy Space Center (KSC). The first thing we noticed &lt;i&gt;(even before reaching the center)&lt;/i&gt; was the towering &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vehicle_Assembly_Building" target="_blank"&gt;Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB)&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, wow! This thing is &lt;i&gt;HUGE!!&lt;/i&gt; It is the largest single-story building in the world, and before modifications were made to prevent this, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vehicle_Assembly_Building#Construction" target="_blank"&gt;rain clouds used to form in the top of the VAB&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;How incredible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbiclAuGDmM/Tb7Qug_a9CI/AAAAAAAAAmw/_a25ci6opZQ/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbiclAuGDmM/Tb7Qug_a9CI/AAAAAAAAAmw/_a25ci6opZQ/s320/015.jpg" border="0" alt="Kennedy Space Center's massive VAB"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602144484043977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTooGq75hdg/Tb7QuvVdMOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/L8QRETbx3dk/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTooGq75hdg/Tb7QuvVdMOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/L8QRETbx3dk/s320/016.jpg" border="0" alt="Amanda standing in front of the VAB"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602144487894495458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our sweet tour guide, Brooke, met us and took us first to the Thermal Protection System Facility (TPSF) where the parts that make up the orbiter's &lt;a href="http://www-pao.ksc.nasa.gov/nasafact/tps.htm" target="blank"&gt;Thermal Protections System (TPS)&lt;/a&gt; are fabricated. This work was especially exciting to both Leslie and me because beginning ~16-18 hours after launch (every STS flight), we support the inspections of the vehicle's heat shield (TPS) from the TPS Imagery Coordinator (TIC) console in the NASA/JSC Mission Control Center's Mission Evaluation Room. This work continues in performing a variety of imagery inspection evaluations throughout the remainder of each flight, as needed. Each flight is unique and incredible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although we'd both seen tens of thousands &lt;i&gt;(if not hundreds of thousands)&lt;/i&gt; of images of the various parts of the TPS, this was our first time to see the fabrication and related processes of/for each piece of the TPS first-hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-13.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278698259&amp;site=widget-13.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the harsh realities is the reason that my group and all that we do to support the spaceflight program exists. The gravity of the Challenger and Columbia accidents still hits everyone at NASA pretty hard. In fact, some of the debris from these accidents &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster#Recovery_of_debris" target="_blank"&gt;still washes up on Florida's shores&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Incredibly heart-wrenching.&lt;/i&gt; This below is a piece of debris that is believed to be from the first PEM I Trident II missile (which was &lt;a href="http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1988-04-08/news/0030170119_1_trident-warhead-target" target="_blank"&gt;deliberately destroyed&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHCzGdjW_p4/Tb7bQCDdEhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/chHoK0lpkK8/s1600/034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHCzGdjW_p4/Tb7bQCDdEhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/chHoK0lpkK8/s320/034.jpg" border="0" alt="Debris washes up"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602156054971224594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After touring the TPSF, Brooke showed us one of her favorite spots to view the launch (the launch pad is the small gray triangular object in the background). She said this spot allows for incredible reverb once the Solid Rocket Boosters (SRBs) ignite, and if we are able, it will be where we watch the launch someday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfyDi3eMRxs/Tb7cbtl9XLI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6o7fAxyAM_k/s1600/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfyDi3eMRxs/Tb7cbtl9XLI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6o7fAxyAM_k/s320/041.jpg" border="0" alt="Parking lot behind the VAB"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602157355148860594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our way to tour the VAB, we snapped a few images of the Mobile Launching Platform (MLP). This bad boy is what transports the orbiter, fully stacked, to the launch pad at a rate of 2mph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_mJtrCS7KQ/Tb7c-i4qGjI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6ekIZG8wjKM/s1600/043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_mJtrCS7KQ/Tb7c-i4qGjI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6ekIZG8wjKM/s320/043.jpg" border="0" alt="Mobile Launching Platform (MLP)"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602157953569921586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I mentioned before, the VAB is just &lt;i&gt;massive&lt;/i&gt;. At one point, Brooke took us up a few floors and let us look out over the rail to the floor below. Oh wow. Yikes. It was awe-inspiring, and we weren't even nearly halfway up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-84.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278698372&amp;site=widget-84.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next slideshow is the longest, by far. But it is deservingly so, as it is impossible to fully describe the magnitude of our tour of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orbiter_Processing_Facility" target="_blank"&gt;Orbiter Processing Facility (OPF)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once we walked into the OPF, I immediately recognized the "ceiling;" we were standing under the belly tiles of &lt;a href="http://science.ksc.nasa.gov/shuttle/resources/orbiters/atlantis.html" target="_blank"&gt;OV-104, Space Shuttle Atlantis&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Wow.&lt;/i&gt; Atlantis is currently being prepped for the final space shuttle flight in history in the OPF, slated for June 28, and we were here to see it in person as it was processed pre-flight for the last time. In fact, this is the last of any pre-flight processing that &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; space shuttle will undergo. &lt;i&gt;Amazing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last 8 images are of &lt;a href="http://science.ksc.nasa.gov/shuttle/resources/orbiters/discovery.html" target="_blank"&gt;OV-103, Space Shuttle Discovery&lt;/a&gt;, as it was being processed post-flight and being made ready for delivery to it's final resting place at the &lt;a href="http://www.nasaspaceflight.com/2011/04/nasa-updates-discovery-end-state-requirements/" target="_blank"&gt;Smithsonian Air &amp; Space Museum near Washington, D.C.&lt;/a&gt; This is the first of the 3 remaining orbiters that NASA will retire. Geek moment: Notice how the belly tiles of this orbiter are more brown than the first; this is due to the vast amount of heating the vehicle goes through upon re-entry into our atmosphere. And the bald tires? These were brand new prior to the flight and are bald from the one single landing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-98.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278698392&amp;site=widget-98.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other two people on the tour of the OPF with us were part of the Air Force One Advance Team; the President and his family landed in Florida the following day and were given a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nasahqphoto/5671088782/" target="_blank"&gt;tour of the OPF&lt;/a&gt;, as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX2AxSs7vOU/Tb7xFHJIGTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9U80SdAeKkU/s1600/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX2AxSs7vOU/Tb7xFHJIGTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9U80SdAeKkU/s200/103.jpg" border="0" alt="Aquarium"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602180056614443314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our long day of dropped jaws and amazement at KSC, Leslie and I made a pit stop at a couple of shops in Cocoa Beach. Everyone from JSC had told us numerous times that we &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to go by &lt;a href="http://www.ronjonsurfshop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ron Jon's Surf Shop&lt;/a&gt;; apparently it's a tradition. So we stopped at a few stores near by, and then we went to Ron Jon's. We must have stopped to buy something from Ron Jon's at least 3 times during this trip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ6kIBU1950/Tb7yYJ0TwHI/AAAAAAAAAng/JVw8ljUPEQg/s1600/104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ6kIBU1950/Tb7yYJ0TwHI/AAAAAAAAAng/JVw8ljUPEQg/s320/104.jpg" border="0" alt="Ron Jon Surf Shop in Cocoa Beach, FL"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181483261575282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Attempted Launch Day: Friday, April 29&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday morning, Leslie and I woke up early, packed our bags, grabbed some water and headed out to KSC to watch the &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/shuttle/shuttlemissions/sts134/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;STS-134 launch of Space Shuttle Endeavor&lt;/a&gt;. The launch was planned for 3:47pm EST, and we made it to the center at around 11:30am EST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful, cool and windy morning in Space Coast and it made for a perfect day for being outside. We passed &lt;i&gt;many people&lt;/i&gt; parked alongside the highways on our way to the center.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After parking at our chosen spot onsite, Leslie and I made our way to the intersection near the &lt;a href="http://jscro.ksc.nasa.gov/kscmap.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;VAB/LCC and OSB 1&lt;/a&gt; to watch the astronaut procession as they were whisked by on their way to the launch pad. We got there just in time to see the crew van (a.k.a. "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crew_transport_vehicle" target="_blank"&gt;Astrovan&lt;/a&gt;") go by, pause, then turn around and head back. It was when they were paused that we got word that the &lt;a href="http://spaceflightnow.com/shuttle/sts134/110429scrub/" target="_blank"&gt;launch had been scrubbed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564278698398&amp;site=widget-9e.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterward, Leslie and I went back to Ron Jon's, bought some beach towels, and headed for the sand and water. The Atlantic is &lt;i&gt;chilly!!!&lt;/i&gt; We collected shells for our girls and had a great time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PicxpmwY0pk/Tb78T6la0-I/AAAAAAAAAno/Ys9dwIqe430/s1600/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PicxpmwY0pk/Tb78T6la0-I/AAAAAAAAAno/Ys9dwIqe430/s400/113.jpg" border="0" alt="Atlantic Ocean"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602192405569393634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While it would have been great to see the launch in person, I still cannot begin to put into words how incredible this trip was. The only word I can say to describe the whole experience is &lt;i&gt;wow.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Thank you to everyone who helped make this special!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: If the slideshows aren't working, try back later.  They're hosted on another site (&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.slide.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7411368802169695902?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7411368802169695902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7411368802169695902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7411368802169695902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7411368802169695902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/space-bumps-trip-to-kennedy-space.html' title='Space Bumps - Trip to Kennedy Space Center'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsABrOM91yk/Tb44Z6L4mpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y7zo075zrRg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-155409799783426849</id><published>2011-04-25T03:04:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:47:41.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I woke up Easter Sunday to the beautiful blooms from my Giant Iris plants.  So pretty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fe_1BwQK-RI/TbUrfGLGQAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FVOCjWKe39g/s1600/2011-04-24-15.18.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fe_1BwQK-RI/TbUrfGLGQAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FVOCjWKe39g/s320/2011-04-24-15.18.40.jpg" border="0" alt="Giant Iris blooms"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429524938178562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting ready, we headed off to church at &lt;a href="http://www.firstchurch.com" target="_blank"&gt;First Church&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKcr3gwJgzo/TbUrLq-p5cI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1oK-wNwpA3I/s1600/2011-04-24-11.00.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKcr3gwJgzo/TbUrLq-p5cI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1oK-wNwpA3I/s320/2011-04-24-11.00.38.jpg" border="0" alt="First Church on Easter Sunday 2011"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429191220716994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste had colored a beautiful poster the week before, and all of the kids had a little parade where they walked in with their poster.  She won first place for her beautiful poster!  This is her first official ribbon/award for her artwork, and she is &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; excited!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuIjv0b7t-0/TbUrLZOb_yI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kzqErmDGmMQ/s1600/2011-04-24-10.37.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuIjv0b7t-0/TbUrLZOb_yI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kzqErmDGmMQ/s320/2011-04-24-10.37.07.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste wins first place!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429186455076642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After church was over, the three of us went to Landry's in Kemah and watched the boats while we ate.  Celeste &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to take pictures of her first ribbon, and she was beaming about it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P80gH7BW0Zk/TbUregjbX4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/xZQmTQ792NI/s1600/2011-04-24-13.41.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P80gH7BW0Zk/TbUregjbX4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/xZQmTQ792NI/s320/2011-04-24-13.41.48.jpg" border="0" alt="Her first ribbon"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429514839678850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89H0TpZ-lVo/TbUrL_k7a5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/wIgGt0PmJkM/s1600/2011-04-24-13.26.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89H0TpZ-lVo/TbUrL_k7a5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/wIgGt0PmJkM/s320/2011-04-24-13.26.48.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and her ribbon"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429196749958034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aSB66Tgw8w/TbUrLhqb5FI/AAAAAAAAAlY/n41fo2Nc57A/s1600/2011-04-24-13.25.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aSB66Tgw8w/TbUrLhqb5FI/AAAAAAAAAlY/n41fo2Nc57A/s320/2011-04-24-13.25.21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429188719993938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loved&lt;/i&gt; this relaxing day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkJX5Oig130/TbUre8NeCNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NErs-At9GAo/s1600/2011-04-24-15.18.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkJX5Oig130/TbUre8NeCNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NErs-At9GAo/s320/2011-04-24-15.18.18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599429522263771346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-155409799783426849?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/155409799783426849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=155409799783426849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/155409799783426849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/155409799783426849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fe_1BwQK-RI/TbUrfGLGQAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FVOCjWKe39g/s72-c/2011-04-24-15.18.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-5899416531931450988</id><published>2011-04-25T01:00:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:02:24.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>SeaWorld</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This weekend, we made another trek to San Antonio to take Celeste to Sea World.  Man, she loves that place.  We had a lot of fun doing all kinds of neat things.  Here are some pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rT5uDMgeznc/TbUajFhEs5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GSxuEb95ZRI/s1600/2011-04-23-10.56.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rT5uDMgeznc/TbUajFhEs5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GSxuEb95ZRI/s320/2011-04-23-10.56.34.jpg" border="0" alt="Mommy &amp; Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410901783720850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WmPnKmA6R8Y/TbUajXXnFiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nQjaCgrNb_s/s1600/2011-04-23-11.00.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WmPnKmA6R8Y/TbUajXXnFiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nQjaCgrNb_s/s320/2011-04-23-11.00.44.jpg" border="0" alt="Daddy &amp; Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410906575869474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeding the Bottlenose Dolphins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKmdIilxnMk/TbUajulapuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5GH3DT0v1O8/s1600/2011-04-23-11.39.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKmdIilxnMk/TbUajulapuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5GH3DT0v1O8/s320/2011-04-23-11.39.35.jpg" border="0" alt="Dolphins"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410912807790306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNjuWs4uyYY/TbUajvwLIZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sAUXAyaaO0o/s1600/2011-04-23-11.39.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNjuWs4uyYY/TbUajvwLIZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sAUXAyaaO0o/s320/2011-04-23-11.39.46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410913121345938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Playing with the Beluga Whales&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWBVmyumwWc/TbUakOpUbNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2kI5w3uw4zU/s1600/2011-04-23-13.12.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWBVmyumwWc/TbUakOpUbNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2kI5w3uw4zU/s320/2011-04-23-13.12.26.jpg" border="0" alt="Beluga Whale"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410921414094034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljVPI8RpFAk/TbUbBKcZ36I/AAAAAAAAAkA/CIN0czpqv14/s1600/2011-04-23-15.45.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljVPI8RpFAk/TbUbBKcZ36I/AAAAAAAAAkA/CIN0czpqv14/s320/2011-04-23-15.45.28.jpg" border="0" alt="Playing with the Belugas"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411418502389666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pouting at Azul&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Posing with Shamu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhJB3Pmb0os/TbUbBEIXmnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-ecB5PQDg4g/s1600/2011-04-23-13.48.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhJB3Pmb0os/TbUbBEIXmnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-ecB5PQDg4g/s320/2011-04-23-13.48.09.jpg" border="0" alt="Pouting"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411416807742066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbmDaVweLDY/TbUbBYggg5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/PDwx3FH9Lv4/s1600/2011-04-23-16.10.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbmDaVweLDY/TbUbBYggg5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/PDwx3FH9Lv4/s320/2011-04-23-16.10.41.jpg" border="0" alt="Posing with Shamu"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411422277698450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeding Sea Lions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1aKwXt3tgo/TbUbBRSIfaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wEEd0U9p1QA/s1600/2011-04-23-17.25.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1aKwXt3tgo/TbUbBRSIfaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wEEd0U9p1QA/s320/2011-04-23-17.25.49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411420338355618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3npvTLeer8/TbUbUtaxOPI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Y6u9XF4nYd8/s1600/2011-04-23-17.27.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3npvTLeer8/TbUbUtaxOPI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Y6u9XF4nYd8/s320/2011-04-23-17.27.10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411754308286706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02zUAlb6jeA/TbUbUfLsGII/AAAAAAAAAko/hjdEXLT1hlg/s1600/2011-04-23-17.26.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02zUAlb6jeA/TbUbUfLsGII/AAAAAAAAAko/hjdEXLT1hlg/s320/2011-04-23-17.26.49.jpg" border="0" alt="Hungry Sea Lions"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411750486939778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhSgYRAifzQ/TbUbUWYAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/59s_zMr0vXI/s1600/2011-04-23-17.26.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhSgYRAifzQ/TbUbUWYAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/59s_zMr0vXI/s320/2011-04-23-17.26.34.jpg" border="0" alt="Hungry Sea Lions"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411748122666866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste was able to play with the Beluga whales while at Sea World.  They were following her around the pool rather than watching anyone else.  It was so cute!  Here she is getting kissed from a Beluga whale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHrh5hayNyo/TbUbVIZ2ZjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/SxBNoYvu2a4/s1600/2011-04-23-18.13.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHrh5hayNyo/TbUbVIZ2ZjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/SxBNoYvu2a4/s320/2011-04-23-18.13.51.jpg" border="0" alt="Kissed by a Beluga!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411761552188978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had such a great time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-5899416531931450988?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5899416531931450988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=5899416531931450988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5899416531931450988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5899416531931450988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/seaworld.html' title='SeaWorld'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rT5uDMgeznc/TbUajFhEs5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GSxuEb95ZRI/s72-c/2011-04-23-10.56.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7198765652440634028</id><published>2011-04-22T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:38:47.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Day with PaPaw &amp; Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Celeste is hanging out with my parents today, and she is totally milking Nana &amp; PaPaw for all she can!  My mom sent me this video from her iPhone of Celeste swinging in the park today; too cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qyP2dh_7jrg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember when she was the length of my forearm.  Why do they have to grow up so fast?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7198765652440634028?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7198765652440634028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7198765652440634028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7198765652440634028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7198765652440634028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-with-papaw-nana.html' title='Day with PaPaw &amp; Nana'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qyP2dh_7jrg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-268209939414453159</id><published>2011-04-21T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:00:45.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>She Loves Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So it's no news to all who know Celeste that she absolutely loves music.  She doesn't like slow songs, there has to be a kickin' beat, some guitars, and it has to be played LOUD at all times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, she started this head banging thing that kind of cracks me up.  She was doing it this morning on the way to Ms. Linda's, so I filmed it with my new phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, this was my first time filming anything with this phone and it didn't click that it would be filming sideways.  Sorry!  Until I rotate it some other way, this is the only viewing option I have.  Still cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAcqjHlxeK4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAcqjHlxeK4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-268209939414453159?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/268209939414453159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=268209939414453159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/268209939414453159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/268209939414453159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-loves-music.html' title='She Loves Music'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-8715624884704576108</id><published>2011-04-06T17:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:58:32.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Rays of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'd forgotten to post these photos of Celeste holding her chosen purple petunias when I posted the photos of the yardwork we've been doing.  The morning after, she and I were on our way out the door when she ran up to the petunias, picked one, and asked me if I could put it in her hair and tuck it behind her ear "like a princess!" So of &lt;i&gt;course&lt;/i&gt; I obliged!  And she was just precious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFxw1LlKHYU/TZzvXTZd2tI/AAAAAAAAAig/AkDacOQu-Lw/s1600/IMG00789-20110323-0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFxw1LlKHYU/TZzvXTZd2tI/AAAAAAAAAig/AkDacOQu-Lw/s400/IMG00789-20110323-0924.jpg" border="0" alt="Holding a flower"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592608020910430930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, I love this little angel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNpv1QlqAHA/TZzvX0rcerI/AAAAAAAAAio/DE7RgXj9ai4/s1600/IMG00790-20110323-0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNpv1QlqAHA/TZzvX0rcerI/AAAAAAAAAio/DE7RgXj9ai4/s400/IMG00790-20110323-0925.jpg" border="0" alt="Beautiful Smiles"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592608029844208306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-8715624884704576108?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8715624884704576108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=8715624884704576108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8715624884704576108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8715624884704576108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/rays-of-sunshine.html' title='Rays of Sunshine'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFxw1LlKHYU/TZzvXTZd2tI/AAAAAAAAAig/AkDacOQu-Lw/s72-c/IMG00789-20110323-0924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-5804214647084398051</id><published>2011-04-05T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:59:45.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Moments to Ponder...or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So for lunch today, I ran by the local &lt;a href="http://www.888bistrohouston.com/" target="_blank"&gt;888 Bistro&lt;/a&gt; on El Camino.  I must mention that this place is delicious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's trip, however, provided some extra, unusual entertainment.  My fortune cookie's insert has me laughing at the writer's obvious attempt to be profound...yet with an end result of quite the alternative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1GQwTzcYKk/TZtWuLR28UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/XF_MCOSWdAw/s1600/205118_10150542391710004_566825003_17582926_8378140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1GQwTzcYKk/TZtWuLR28UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/XF_MCOSWdAw/s400/205118_10150542391710004_566825003_17582926_8378140_n.jpg" border="0" alt="How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592158713612267842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-5804214647084398051?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5804214647084398051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=5804214647084398051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5804214647084398051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5804214647084398051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/moments-to-ponderor-not.html' title='Moments to Ponder...or Not?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1GQwTzcYKk/TZtWuLR28UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/XF_MCOSWdAw/s72-c/205118_10150542391710004_566825003_17582926_8378140_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-9045537865967322043</id><published>2011-04-05T00:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:41:57.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed, YES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So there have been a few who've commented about my lack of posting on Facebook lately.  It makes me smile to know that people enjoy reading the little events that I post about Celeste on a daily basis, but I've just been &lt;i&gt;swamped&lt;/i&gt; lately.  This past week has been crammed with too few hours and too many tasks at home, work and school.  I need more hours in the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank goodness this semester is nearly over.  It's hard to believe that I'm almost there.  Seems like just yesterday when I walked across the stage at Moody Gardens and received my diploma.  I can't believe it's been nearly 12 years.  Wow, I'm &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO OLD!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without my family helping me through every single step along the way, I never would have made it thus far.  And of course, I can't forget the One who pulls it all together.  It's because of Him that I am able to face each new challenging task.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder what tomorrow will bring?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-9045537865967322043?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9045537865967322043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=9045537865967322043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/9045537865967322043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/9045537865967322043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/stressed-yes.html' title='Stressed, YES!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-8709250165308065344</id><published>2011-03-23T18:07:00.036-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:48:16.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Has Sprung!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So the winter did a number on my tropical plants, once again. And my yard just looked ... well ... pitiful! These past few weeks, I decided to dig in and remove all the overgrown, messy and dead-looking things, and replace what I didn't end up just cutting back (such as my Ti plants). Here are some pictures of the progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMBbM_1DXAw/TYp-K4hpo4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZdPF258Tmmw/s1600/IMG00603-20110220-1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587417013143839618" style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Front Sidewalk Bed Before" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMBbM_1DXAw/TYp-K4hpo4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZdPF258Tmmw/s320/IMG00603-20110220-1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oapN6dhRQ/TYp-KkG9AyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xv-8znPVT9g/s1600/IMG00602-20110220-1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587417007663153954" style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Front Sidewalk/Driveway Bed Before" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oapN6dhRQ/TYp-KkG9AyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xv-8znPVT9g/s320/IMG00602-20110220-1524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;During...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o60ZELRBhHE/TYp-LNY-NrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ErPsI8Y2mxA/s1600/IMG00735-20110315-1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587417018744583858" style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Got rid of that monkey grass!" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o60ZELRBhHE/TYp-LNY-NrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ErPsI8Y2mxA/s320/IMG00735-20110315-1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZECObRBeW4/TYp-LhAn6CI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZywNsL0FvKw/s1600/IMG00736-20110315-1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587417024011167778" style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Got rid of that monkey grass!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZECObRBeW4/TYp-LhAn6CI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZywNsL0FvKw/s320/IMG00736-20110315-1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After... Sort-of...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hlj_mTBNDf4/TYp-VHvyo7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/yaZnALHCbZ4/s1600/IMG00783-20110323-0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587417189028373426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Voila, I'm happy" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hlj_mTBNDf4/TYp-VHvyo7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/yaZnALHCbZ4/s400/IMG00783-20110323-0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Funny story about these purple petunias in the front; Celeste saw them at the store and just &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; to have them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqi9QoXfJw4/TYqFVJWwerI/AAAAAAAAAhY/M-V6OEoUZbY/s1600/IMG00752-20110316-1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqi9QoXfJw4/TYqFVJWwerI/AAAAAAAAAhY/M-V6OEoUZbY/s320/IMG00752-20110316-1237.jpg" border="0" alt="Closeup of Celeste's purple Petunias"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587424886041639602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrUoiOyZYhQ/TYqCd1uMAFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/XbN1yoB5wYM/s1600/IMG00787-20110323-0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587421736855142482" style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Red Double Hibiscus" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrUoiOyZYhQ/TYqCd1uMAFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/XbN1yoB5wYM/s320/IMG00787-20110323-0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxM92FSmgNM/TYqCdzScM2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/qz7EN4xXVRs/s1600/IMG00786-20110323-0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587421736201892706" style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Peach Double Hibiscus" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxM92FSmgNM/TYqCdzScM2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/qz7EN4xXVRs/s320/IMG00786-20110323-0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close-ups of some of our new double hibiscus that I planted in the front bed along the sidewalk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Before and Afters...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5flSme6JiyA/TYqDmh8Dz-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/JwzVHuPtWkc/s1600/IMG00600-20110220-1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422985675067362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Front Bed Before" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5flSme6JiyA/TYqDmh8Dz-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/JwzVHuPtWkc/s400/IMG00600-20110220-1517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaPnGsxPzjo/TYqDm1tfEQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tNqvL9Ni3Uc/s1600/IMG00785-20110323-0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422990982648066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt=" Front Bed After" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaPnGsxPzjo/TYqDm1tfEQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tNqvL9Ni3Uc/s400/IMG00785-20110323-0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzm-Nji3ul0/TYqGGB-JxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/YWO4QKdUXFU/s1600/IMG00784-20110323-0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzm-Nji3ul0/TYqGGB-JxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/YWO4QKdUXFU/s400/IMG00784-20110323-0921.jpg" border="0" alt="Medjool and Yucca Bed After"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587425725872981282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And for the full frontal view...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXvE_-PWets/TYqGF2UDjwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7ncuEZzQG60/s1600/IMG00615-20110223-1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXvE_-PWets/TYqGF2UDjwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7ncuEZzQG60/s400/IMG00615-20110223-1329.jpg" border="0" alt="Front of Home Before"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587425722743623426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQQEArV9XRM/TYqGGTKsr_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/BXTiqcGdMUA/s1600/IMG00791-20110323-0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQQEArV9XRM/TYqGGTKsr_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/BXTiqcGdMUA/s400/IMG00791-20110323-0926.jpg" border="0" alt="Front of Home After"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587425730489004018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pics to come as the progress continues!  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love this time of year!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-8709250165308065344?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8709250165308065344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=8709250165308065344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8709250165308065344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8709250165308065344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring Has Sprung!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMBbM_1DXAw/TYp-K4hpo4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZdPF258Tmmw/s72-c/IMG00603-20110220-1525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3930938380807671713</id><published>2011-01-25T16:32:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:55:44.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Day for Spoiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The morning began like any other January morning in Houston. It was cold. Wet. Windy. But my little girl was being a very well-behaved child that morning and it was only after I'd gotten a couple of miles down the road that I realized she'd found her sunglasses and was stylin' in the backseat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P2fNp-CI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ap9ivg5VJ7g/s1600/IMG00215-20110121-0957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P2fNp-CI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ap9ivg5VJ7g/s400/IMG00215-20110121-0957.jpg" border="0" alt="Stylin"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255461963528226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little later in the day, I decided to surprise Celeste by taking her for a little Mommy-Daughter time at Oasis Nails. And it was there, on Friday, January 21, 2011, that my 4-year-old daughter received her first pedicure. And was that interesting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started with Celeste getting a little afraid of the ladies and they're accents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P2uAXkvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/2DRhhy1EyAQ/s1600/IMG00223-20110121-1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P2uAXkvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/2DRhhy1EyAQ/s400/IMG00223-20110121-1502.jpg" border="0" alt="Nervous"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255465934328562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she decided she was &lt;i&gt;not going to do it&lt;/i&gt;. So she hid behind the front counter so that the ladies couldn't see her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P3CKBZXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/8YfviJNtzj4/s1600/IMG00224-20110121-1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P3CKBZXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/8YfviJNtzj4/s400/IMG00224-20110121-1503.jpg" border="0" alt="Hiding"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255471343527282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, after the lady took her cart away and I told Celeste it was too late, she worked her way into the chair. And she began asking if the lady would come back and do her feet as she swirled them in the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P3gHIM8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/90VdSUHRS_Y/s1600/IMG00226-20110121-1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P3gHIM8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/90VdSUHRS_Y/s400/IMG00226-20110121-1526.jpg" border="0" alt="Nervous Excitement"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255479384454082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she did, and Celeste got her pedicure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P33NtPOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6yy-IqYTjKw/s1600/IMG00227-20110121-1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P33NtPOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6yy-IqYTjKw/s400/IMG00227-20110121-1527.jpg" border="0" alt="Getting her pedi"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255485586062562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9QD2j39lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Q0bCJ_VjgF0/s1600/IMG00228-20110121-1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9QD2j39lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Q0bCJ_VjgF0/s400/IMG00228-20110121-1537.jpg" border="0" alt="Feels soooo good!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255691569034834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9QEJCn7EI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yqYLgKnD9kI/s1600/IMG00229-20110121-1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9QEJCn7EI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yqYLgKnD9kI/s400/IMG00229-20110121-1542.jpg" border="0" alt="Just like a big girl!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255696529845314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9QEYyMXfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DC76_VEfaWs/s1600/IMG00230-20110121-1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9QEYyMXfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DC76_VEfaWs/s400/IMG00230-20110121-1617.jpg" border="0" alt="Loving the massage chairs"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255700755897842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, Celeste kept telling me how much fun she'd had and how she is excited about getting another one. Oh no! Haha, but we had a great little bit of special Mommy-Daughter time. I wouldn't trade that for anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3930938380807671713?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3930938380807671713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3930938380807671713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3930938380807671713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3930938380807671713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-for-spoiling.html' title='A Day for Spoiling'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TT9P2fNp-CI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ap9ivg5VJ7g/s72-c/IMG00215-20110121-0957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4490846304538161839</id><published>2011-01-11T15:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:06:48.008-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Fairies in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This past weekend,our little family made the trek across Houston to Ikea to purchase some furniture. While we were there, Celeste found this beautiful little bedroom that she fell in love with and was playing in, so Eric took these cute photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TSzSHUepPqI/AAAAAAAAAec/z8Alb1zurHw/s1600/IMG00864-20110109-1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TSzSHUepPqI/AAAAAAAAAec/z8Alb1zurHw/s400/IMG00864-20110109-1604.jpg" border="0" alt="Oh, WOW!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561050663093878434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should also mention that Celeste loves fairy wings, and these were hers from her PawPaw and Grammy, and she just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to wear them to the store. She was absolutely adorable, and caught everyone's eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TSzSHoAwFMI/AAAAAAAAAek/I7OvTboNW8g/s1600/IMG00867-20110109-1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TSzSHoAwFMI/AAAAAAAAAek/I7OvTboNW8g/s400/IMG00867-20110109-1604.jpg" border="0" alt="Playtime"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561050668337206466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We really love our baby girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4490846304538161839?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4490846304538161839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4490846304538161839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4490846304538161839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4490846304538161839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairies-in-wonderland.html' title='Fairies in Wonderland'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TSzSHUepPqI/AAAAAAAAAec/z8Alb1zurHw/s72-c/IMG00864-20110109-1604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6951535605737658894</id><published>2010-12-25T18:18:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:56:55.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This morning began with Celeste bouncing excitedly at about 7:00 am, exclaiming that Santa Clause came over night and left her a bunch of presents! So, we got up to watch her open all 14 of her presents. And &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt;, was she excited! Here are a few photos of some of her gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMcOWR0VI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NjseVBq0K78/s1600/IMGA0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMcOWR0VI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NjseVBq0K78/s400/IMGA0388.jpg" border="0" alt="Excitement"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781606923850066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMcOESDqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Duy-HRpJJr4/s1600/IMGA0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMcOESDqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Duy-HRpJJr4/s400/IMGA0389.jpg" border="0" alt="New church dress"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781606848368290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMcXKBYgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yLFlj3-bQ94/s1600/IMGA0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMcXKBYgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yLFlj3-bQ94/s400/IMGA0391.jpg" border="0" alt="More new church dresses"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781609288360450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMdfuXN0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/QeS6ijOeOXk/s1600/IMGA0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMdfuXN0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/QeS6ijOeOXk/s400/IMGA0392.jpg" border="0" alt="New Sketchers"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781628768139074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMdR1AE-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/IdfAdAbgbCg/s1600/IMGA0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMdR1AE-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/IdfAdAbgbCg/s400/IMGA0393.jpg" border="0" alt="Sketchers"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781625037886434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnIL-8HI/AAAAAAAAAdc/yxaQDp18m1Y/s1600/IMGA0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnIL-8HI/AAAAAAAAAdc/yxaQDp18m1Y/s400/IMGA0394.jpg" border="0" alt="Oooooooh, wow!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781794248618098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnf85YoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xwW18s3PMO8/s1600/IMGA0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnf85YoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xwW18s3PMO8/s400/IMGA0395.jpg" border="0" alt="More horses!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781800627790466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnfUfTuI/AAAAAAAAAds/ALL5X7CXizw/s1600/IMGA0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnfUfTuI/AAAAAAAAAds/ALL5X7CXizw/s400/IMGA0396.jpg" border="0" alt="More horses!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781800458309346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnXxocNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zcEEv9D36-Q/s1600/IMGA0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnXxocNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zcEEv9D36-Q/s400/IMGA0399.jpg" border="0" alt="New notepad"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781798433059026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnoUFe_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/EGd1eqBngQE/s1600/IMGA0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMnoUFe_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/EGd1eqBngQE/s400/IMGA0400.jpg" border="0" alt="With money inside!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781802872536050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMsdbYD2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/K7_f6Y9ZPco/s1600/IMGA0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMsdbYD2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/K7_f6Y9ZPco/s400/IMGA0401.jpg" border="0" alt="Fashion Fairytale Barbie"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781885849669474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMstPgsyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/A43otDn_mHs/s1600/IMGA0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMstPgsyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/A43otDn_mHs/s400/IMGA0402.jpg" border="0" alt="Fashion Fairytale Barbie"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554781890094871330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having our little family Christmas this morning at our house, Eric, Celeste and I piled into Eric's truck and went to Danbury for his family Christmas. It was so much fun and there was lots of good food, of course! Celeste had a blast hanging out with her cousins (below).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaSTtlmz1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/lblR5lxHWXM/s1600/IMG00002-20101225-1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaSTtlmz1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/lblR5lxHWXM/s400/IMG00002-20101225-1553.jpg" border="0" alt="Ashlynn, Celeste, Katelyn and Chelsey"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554788057760583506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was an amazing day. Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6951535605737658894?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6951535605737658894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6951535605737658894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6951535605737658894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6951535605737658894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRaMcOWR0VI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NjseVBq0K78/s72-c/IMGA0388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-2068819381097041866</id><published>2010-12-25T11:50:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:18:41.892-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Johnson Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the second (?) year in a row now, we had the Johnson family Christmas at our house. It was so much fun! I took off Thursday afternoon to get some things cleaned up around the house the day before, and was so excited about the coming festivities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYvSF0oJLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9hD4WlgGDVQ/s1600/livingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYvSF0oJLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9hD4WlgGDVQ/s400/livingroom.jpg" border="0" alt="Living Room is ready"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554679178255148210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the awesome things that I was pumped about are my new &lt;a href="http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/ruffles-and-red.html"&gt;pillows&lt;/a&gt; that Mom gave me for my birthday just a few weeks ago! Have I mentioned that I &lt;i&gt;absolutely love&lt;/i&gt; ruffles? And red? They're actually a very pretty, deep red, and not the orange that they kind of appear in this photo. (cell phones)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYvrCgxEfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/aTOMQiAut2M/s1600/pillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYvrCgxEfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/aTOMQiAut2M/s400/pillows.jpg" border="0" alt="New pillows"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554679606863270386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Friday came, I made the Buttercrunch cookies and Eric helped me roll them. The only reason I don't make these more often is because they take &lt;i&gt;lots&lt;/i&gt; of time and you have to work &lt;i&gt;fast&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyWC8n4oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BrQXNVIr9gY/s1600/IMG02611-20101224-1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyWC8n4oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BrQXNVIr9gY/s400/IMG02611-20101224-1303.jpg" border="0" alt="Baking"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554682544737739394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyVxHcYkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/pFyu9JcGuic/s1600/IMG02610-20101224-1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyVxHcYkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/pFyu9JcGuic/s400/IMG02610-20101224-1301.jpg" border="0" alt="Freshly rolled and cooling"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554682539951284802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyW05UXwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/y7GYak3_94I/s1600/IMG02615-20101225-1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyW05UXwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/y7GYak3_94I/s400/IMG02615-20101225-1159.jpg" border="0" alt="Finished product, after some munching :)"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554682558145650434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During all of the baking, Celeste was getting very whiny (she wanted to eat all the deserts and I was so mean for not letting her). &lt;i&gt;Finally&lt;/i&gt;, at just after 2:30pm, Celeste finally fell asleep. &lt;i&gt;Whew!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyWctkm7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/792UPW_tGsE/s1600/IMG02613-20101224-1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyWctkm7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/792UPW_tGsE/s400/IMG02613-20101224-1457.jpg" border="0" alt="Sleeping Beauty"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554682551653931954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I was able to do some more cooking, including these yummy green beans and red potatoes, and some sweet potato casserole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyWnvTvyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/p-UiGIuyt2o/s1600/IMG02614-20101224-1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYyWnvTvyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/p-UiGIuyt2o/s400/IMG02614-20101224-1524.jpg" border="0" alt="Green beans and red potatoes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554682554614005538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Luwannah &amp; Landon&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2x4Mnx8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/fhhjgekClYo/s1600/LuLandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2x4Mnx8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/fhhjgekClYo/s400/LuLandon.jpg" border="0" alt="Luwannah &amp; Landon"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554687420934899650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alicia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xqTLkGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zWaRmOgvhcU/s1600/Alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xqTLkGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zWaRmOgvhcU/s400/Alicia.jpg" border="0" alt="Alicia"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554687417204314210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom &amp; Dad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xWEwPYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/B0uzsNYcgDQ/s1600/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xWEwPYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/B0uzsNYcgDQ/s400/parents.jpg" border="0" alt="Mom and Dad"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554687411775094146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gabe &amp; Luwannah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xEK3udI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rWYMHJxc7vw/s1600/GabeLu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xEK3udI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rWYMHJxc7vw/s400/GabeLu.jpg" border="0" alt="Gabe and Luwannah"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554687406968912338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Celeste &amp; Landon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xDrtgFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rGTB4qJ0qz4/s1600/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY2xDrtgFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rGTB4qJ0qz4/s400/cousins.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and Landon"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554687406838218834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todd and Gabe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4EkIzaSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QB9jLp9dZ5U/s1600/GabeTodd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4EkIzaSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QB9jLp9dZ5U/s400/GabeTodd.jpg" border="0" alt="Todd and Gabe"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688841479317794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4FMC-VcI/AAAAAAAAAco/HyEBc3cJTD4/s1600/all3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4FMC-VcI/AAAAAAAAAco/HyEBc3cJTD4/s400/all3.jpg" border="0" alt="Crazy Mess"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688852192286146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4E3NT1FI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5eK4ly7T96M/s1600/all2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4E3NT1FI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5eK4ly7T96M/s400/all2.jpg" border="0" alt="Crazy Mess"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688846598493266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4E35i_pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_WPvn3bwZpI/s1600/all1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRY4E35i_pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_WPvn3bwZpI/s400/all1.jpg" border="0" alt="Crazy Mess"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688846784036498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-2068819381097041866?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2068819381097041866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=2068819381097041866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2068819381097041866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2068819381097041866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/johnson-family-christmas.html' title='Johnson Family Christmas'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYvSF0oJLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9hD4WlgGDVQ/s72-c/livingroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3095043263379100199</id><published>2010-12-25T11:11:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:50:08.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>More Christmas Lights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First of all, Merry Christmas! Things have been a little crazy around our house so I wasn't able to post these until today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past Thursday, December 23rd (Christmas Eve Eve), we took Celeste and drove up to &lt;a href="http://www.prestonwoodforestonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Prestonwood Forest&lt;/a&gt; to look at their lights display. This neighborhood was amazing; the &lt;i&gt;absolute best&lt;/i&gt; place to look at lights that I have seen in &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt;. Nearly every house in this neighborhood was decorated, and the longer that the evening wore on, the longer the lines of cars became. Some streets had their own theme (Frosty, Texas Christmas, etc.), and man, the lights were amazing. We dove around through there for an hour and a half, and still didn't get to see everything. As you can almost see in one of the photos, one of the houses had a small band of 3 older teenagers playing Christmas carols out front. So neat! Here are some of the lights that we found interesting there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-58.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1729382256936847448&amp;amp;site=widget-58.slide.com" style="width:500px;height:376px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Texas-Style Christmas Block in Prestonwood Forest:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-db.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564278602459&amp;amp;site=widget-db.slide.com" style="width:500px;height:376px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were so many amazing houses to see there.  The residents there obviously put a lot of time and patience into the Christmas season.  Man, wouldn't it be neat to live in a place like that?  Of course, you'd have to get &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; done for the day before 6:00pm, when the traffic begins!  Lastly, here's on of my favorites:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYuZCiq83I/AAAAAAAAAao/fzDkn0Sc_Og/s1600/Best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYuZCiq83I/AAAAAAAAAao/fzDkn0Sc_Og/s400/Best.jpg" border="0" alt="One of my favorites"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554678198121984882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3095043263379100199?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3095043263379100199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3095043263379100199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3095043263379100199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3095043263379100199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-christmas-lights.html' title='More Christmas Lights!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRYuZCiq83I/AAAAAAAAAao/fzDkn0Sc_Og/s72-c/Best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4000500379290851153</id><published>2010-12-22T16:18:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:04:50.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tidings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While going through the vast amount of files on my BlackBerry that I've accumulated over this past week, I came across this adorable recording of Celeste singing "&lt;a href="http://download765.mediafire.com/ls7clqqd51lg/gcr6tbd6guo6c6i/VN00005-20091222-1806.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;." I just had to share it, it's so adorable. I recorded this of her exactly one year ago today, when she was 3 years old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, since I'm not really sure where to begin, I guess I'll just pick out a few of the photos of the things we did this past week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Taylor family has a tradition; we have been going to the Olive Garden every single Sunday for lunch. Why, you ask? Because their soup is amazing! On Sunday, December 12th, we went with Steven &amp;amp; Sara and their adorable son Dylan. Dylan and Celeste are two peas in a pod, and here are the two of them posing for the camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKBDDf-MXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U5C3NfacaaU/s1600/DylanC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553643179980239218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Dylan &amp;amp; Celeste" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKBDDf-MXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U5C3NfacaaU/s400/DylanC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past Saturday, we went to Crazy Alan's Swamp Shack on the water in Kemah for lunch. It was so nice, with a casual atmosphere &lt;i&gt;(including a dead skunk carcass hanging from the ceiling)&lt;/i&gt;, good food and good prices. Here are a few pics of our view and the restaurant inhabitants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKCfGQvU2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qsDM5CcWhLQ/s1600/Kemah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553644761269621602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Swamp Shack" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKCfGQvU2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qsDM5CcWhLQ/s400/Kemah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKSnUJxfAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BuvesDk_isA/s1600/Celeste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553662494623497218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celeste at the Swamp Shack" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKSnUJxfAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BuvesDk_isA/s400/Celeste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKDgArjaDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/srMDivg2QU0/s1600/skunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553645876462970930" style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="Skunk Carcass" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKDgArjaDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/srMDivg2QU0/s320/skunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKDfyNdp0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/tD-fAQVzUqE/s1600/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553645872578668354" style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="Louisiana Rabbit?" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKDfyNdp0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/tD-fAQVzUqE/s320/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Celeste and I had a little fun with the camera in my room one night...she was taking crazy photos of me and then would hide when I tried to take photos of her. It's nearly impossible to see her in the photos of her, isn't it?? (Super-stealth-hiding-mode)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKOHhIftzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ib4VfXEKcyo/s1600/Ckt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553657550305474354" style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="Where's Celeste???" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKOHhIftzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ib4VfXEKcyo/s320/Ckt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKOHU_jrHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vX5eHl0o6rw/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553657547046759538" style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="Crazy Mommy" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKOHU_jrHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vX5eHl0o6rw/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then,&lt;/i&gt; last Wednesday, Celeste decided that she wanted to dress herself in what &lt;i&gt;she just knew&lt;/i&gt; would match. So she found her Christmas dress from when she was &lt;i&gt;2 years old,&lt;/i&gt; and put it with a jean skirt, ivory socks and brown shoes. &lt;i&gt;Boy, was that girl proud of her outfit!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKP2PadzjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cX_Nm3y-ObU/s1600/outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553659452514487858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Of COURSE it all matches!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKP2PadzjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cX_Nm3y-ObU/s320/outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next photo requires &lt;i&gt;a &lt;b&gt;bit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of explanation. After succeeding with being able to wear the outfit of her choosing the day before, Celeste chose this outfit to wear to Ms. Linda's on the day they had their Christmas party. Yep, it's a dressy spring dress and casual summer sandals. But try telling &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guitar and sunglasses were her gift from Ms. Linda, and Celeste said, "Mommy, I'm a Rockety-Roll Girl!" And with her wild curls coming out of her ponytail, she kind of looks the part!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKRgTYlB5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/x4MGzdNG9-4/s1600/rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553661274646448018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Rockety-Roll Girl" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKRgTYlB5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/x4MGzdNG9-4/s320/rr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Saturday, we received Celeste's Christmas gift from her Uncle Jeremy, Aunt Tracie, cousins Hailey and Hope. Daddy let her open the present and she loved the shiny headband and pink striped sweater. She wore them the rest of that day around the house, and had to wear the headband to church the following day &lt;i&gt;(pic below)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKTnD3rOpI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TK4Xf-Wh-38/s1600/Ckt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553663589764250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celeste and her headband" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKTnD3rOpI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TK4Xf-Wh-38/s400/Ckt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKVR50cRdI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UEQ6hHCOVow/s1600/CandDaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553665425312335314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celeste &amp;amp; Daddy" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKVR50cRdI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UEQ6hHCOVow/s400/CandDaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, but not least, this past Saturday we also had our Thomasson family Christmas party. Toward the end of the party, my brother Gabe was talking on the phone. So I sat on his lap &lt;i&gt;(more like abs)&lt;/i&gt;. Then Eric sat on mine. Then Alicia and Luwannah joined. We had to see how much weight a big boy like Gabe could &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKfcIOzS5I/AAAAAAAAAag/rK6TfTSLT6k/s1600/kidds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKfcIOzS5I/AAAAAAAAAag/rK6TfTSLT6k/s400/kidds.jpg" border="0" alt="Merry Christmas! -- Gabriel, Amanda, Eric, Alicia &amp; Luwannah"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676596095962002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4000500379290851153?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4000500379290851153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4000500379290851153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4000500379290851153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4000500379290851153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-tidings.html' title='Christmas Tidings'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TRKBDDf-MXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U5C3NfacaaU/s72-c/DylanC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3327422974244884801</id><published>2010-12-12T00:19:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:17:24.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRq9LSvEZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4U93zBwD9kg/s1600/IMG02434-20101211-1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRq9LSvEZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4U93zBwD9kg/s320/IMG02434-20101211-1119.jpg" border="0" alt="Playing Mommy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549678240063230354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRq84Cbn6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JGpphcAQ8k0/s1600/IMG02433-20101211-1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRq84Cbn6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JGpphcAQ8k0/s320/IMG02433-20101211-1057.jpg" border="0" alt="Tea Party"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549678234894573474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today began with us lounging around the house and running a few small errands. After washing the car, Eric took my car to get an oil change and the brakes fixed. And I took some time putting a few plants in the ground in the backyard. During all of this, Celeste came out in her pajamas and set up a little "tea party" for herself. It was too cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then this evening, we went to the Friendswood Christmas in the Park celebration in Stevenson Park. They had a snow hill, Santa, a Christmas train, and more. We had such a blast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRvPp981vI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NtFii8utmdA/s1600/IMG02438-20101211-2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRvPp981vI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NtFii8utmdA/s400/IMG02438-20101211-2019.jpg" border="0" alt="Daddy &amp; Celeste in the snow area"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549682955581708018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy &amp; Celeste in the snow hill area.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRvij-pw3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/00_2Q4-iJ-A/s1600/bwIMG00815-20101211-2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRvij-pw3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/00_2Q4-iJ-A/s400/bwIMG00815-20101211-2102.jpg" border="0" alt="Momm &amp; Celeste at the Christmas Train"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549683280391553906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy &amp; Celeste at the Christmas train.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After, we drove around through Falcon Ridge, Eagle Lakes, etc., and checked out the Christmas lights. It was very interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRwtvsl0oI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hOhrm6NOufU/s1600/IMG02441-20101211-2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRwtvsl0oI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hOhrm6NOufU/s400/IMG02441-20101211-2205.jpg" border="0" alt="One of my favorites."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549684572027212418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of my favorites that we saw tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRwt8vQdpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fdut_riy_6w/s1600/IMG00819-20101211-2211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRwt8vQdpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fdut_riy_6w/s400/IMG00819-20101211-2211.jpg" border="0" alt="What were they thinking?"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549684575528056466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ummmmm .... ??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRwt_KcoaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-syxyJyI3VU/s1600/IMG02442-20101211-2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRwt_KcoaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-syxyJyI3VU/s400/IMG02442-20101211-2230.jpg" border="0" alt="I think Wal-Mart is now out of inflatables"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549684576178971042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think Wal-Mart is now out of inflatables.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the amazing houses we saw tonight was in Falcon Ridge.  So neat.  Here are two small cell phone videos I took of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0gMrFPKm_M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0gMrFPKm_M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSOu00dfTvc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSOu00dfTvc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and another bonus from today - we now have our washer working again! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3327422974244884801?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3327422974244884801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3327422974244884801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3327422974244884801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3327422974244884801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQRq9LSvEZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4U93zBwD9kg/s72-c/IMG02434-20101211-1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4816245779724616963</id><published>2010-12-10T09:21:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:56:24.508-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQL9u0p7SwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GUmNTAYv6Rc/s1600/IMG02419-20101210-1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQL9u0p7SwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GUmNTAYv6Rc/s200/IMG02419-20101210-1655.jpg" border="0" alt="Cheery Smiles"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549276671724178178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today when I picked up Celeste from Ms. Linda's, she was so excited to see me that she must have hugged me 5 or 6 times, very tightly. She is such a sweetheart and of all of the surprises that life brings, she was definitely the best. You can't imagine how incredible it feels to have someone so tiny and innocent think that you are wonderful and awesome and is so full of love for you, unless you have a child of your own. It's an amazing responsibility, one that I hope I don't fail her on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were smiling and taking silly pictures for Daddy on the way home. Just for fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got home, I finally pulled out the wreath I made last year from storage, and hung it on the front door. &lt;i&gt;(Man, I need to get a storm door and re-stain our front door.)&lt;/i&gt; Celeste kept saying, "Mommy, I &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; your &lt;i&gt;wrooth&lt;/i&gt;!" instead of wreath, ha ha. So cute! That's what she called it last year when she was only 3 years old, and apparently she remembers that way and thinks that is the only way you say "wreath."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQL_1-DLJqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IM1royFyujo/s1600/IMG02425-20101210-1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQL_1-DLJqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IM1royFyujo/s400/IMG02425-20101210-1818.jpg" border="0" alt="Our Wreath"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549278993528333986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being so excited last year about making this wreath. I looked for the right ribbon, the right picks and pieces, and the perfect little snowman, all of it took a while to put together &lt;i&gt;(a month maybe?)&lt;/i&gt;. I even purchased a pack of battery-operated mini LED lights and strung them on here. But I don't use them, they're the extremely bright-white &lt;i&gt;(almost blue)&lt;/i&gt; color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQMCsWUK8SI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wAH8DR_xtZ0/s1600/IMG02426-20101210-1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQMCsWUK8SI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wAH8DR_xtZ0/s400/IMG02426-20101210-1819.jpg" border="0" alt="Christmas Doorway"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549282126778265890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, an old coworker sent me an email today with the following picture in it. I thought it was cute; it reminded me of Celeste using our stool to decorate the Christmas tree a few weeks ago. Have I mentioned that I love this time of year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQJF50AKKoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OQrWGL6VlE0/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQJF50AKKoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OQrWGL6VlE0/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="Christmas Tree"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549074550388042370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4816245779724616963?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4816245779724616963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4816245779724616963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4816245779724616963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4816245779724616963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TQL9u0p7SwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GUmNTAYv6Rc/s72-c/IMG02419-20101210-1655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7269666921373939991</id><published>2010-12-08T08:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:35:14.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Ramblings About Final Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Venting some pent-up energy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this week began as a week full of stress. Final exams in all four of my classes were this week, with three of them being last night between 4pm and midnight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As yesterday afternoon wore on, I got more and more anxious about my exams. I don't remember feeling this way at San Jac, but this is a bit more serious at UHCL. So the closer 4pm came, the more nervous and anxious I became.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TP-Ukb8_kFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_yJwgZrJFvY/s1600/uhcl_ssb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TP-Ukb8_kFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_yJwgZrJFvY/s200/uhcl_ssb.jpg" border="0" alt="UHCL campus"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548316619643523154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At just after 3:00pm, I left work and made a much-needed pit stop at the &lt;a href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p190136-Houston-NASA_Lift-off_Blend_coffee_creation.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; across from NASA &lt;i&gt;(my favorite)&lt;/i&gt;, and headed in for my Managerial Accounting final. Man, I've never had so much test anxiety in my &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;! When he handed out the exams, I had a huge panic moment. But everything worked out. I feel pretty confident about my grade, although when talking with my study group afterwards I realized I'd made one small error in the production forecasting question/problem and I wasn't too confident about an operating leverage question. After this exam was over, I took my Programming in Pascal final in the Delta building. Then went home and took my Management Theory &amp; Practice final online. Three finals in one night was nuts! Now I have one remaining, Money &amp; Banking, and that will be at the campus on Thursday morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It looks like our little study group of 4 girls has made a firm connection. We're taking classes together next semester and are planning on getting together to do something during the holidays. I'm excited! They're awesome to work with and I love how we each help each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I want to take off on Friday to just de-stress! Perhaps spend the day watching movies, shopping or doing something outdoors? A little personal celebration for closing out this past semester is in order!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7269666921373939991?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7269666921373939991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7269666921373939991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7269666921373939991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7269666921373939991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/ramblings-about-final-exams.html' title='Ramblings About Final Exams'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TP-Ukb8_kFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_yJwgZrJFvY/s72-c/uhcl_ssb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6116127506701507074</id><published>2010-12-06T16:11:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:52:16.603-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washer'/><title type='text'>Washer Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TP1hkjyX_BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Nhs31vbVTYI/s1600/FPwasher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TP1hkjyX_BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Nhs31vbVTYI/s200/FPwasher.jpg" border="0" alt="Fisher &amp; Paykel Washer"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547697596700032018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as some of you already know, we've had one &lt;i&gt;insane&lt;/i&gt; time with our washer this year. Three years ago, we purchased a &lt;a href="http://www.talkappliances.com/fisher-paykel-intuitive-eco-iwl16/" target="_blank"&gt;Fisher &amp; Paykel Intuitive&lt;/a&gt; washer from Lowe's. With warranty and taxes, we spent just barely under $1,000. Yep. &lt;i&gt;On &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; washer. (I think the washer was around $800, then we bought an additional warranty and taxes.)&lt;/i&gt; We chose this one because it had great reviews and the people at Lowe's recommended it. It's design is suppose to be better, more efficient and have fewer moving parts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our washer began having issues a few months ago when it began giving us an error code that the pump was clogged. We checked the pump, all looked okay. We called our warranty (serviced by &lt;a href="http://www.aefactoryservice.com/" target="_blank"&gt;A&amp;E Factory Service&lt;/a&gt;), and the man that came out said a fuse had blown. So the fuse was in-line with something (I don't know the terms) and a new pump had to be ordered. In the meantime, we could use our washer as long as we didn't put it on the auto-sensing cycle, and that's how we got by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the part arrived, another service tech from A&amp;E came out to install the part, and he decided not to do so. He stated that he was unable to replicate the original problem, so he was going to leave the part there for us in case we ever need it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, sometimes I can make dumb decisions and this was one of them. I said, "Okay, thanks," and he left. When Eric found out, he wasn't too happy (he knows way more about this stuff than I do) and he called to have them come out again and replace the part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mind you, our washer &lt;b&gt;was working this whole time&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So A&amp;E sent a third guy out this past Saturday. We had plans with school and all, and he was suppose to arrive between 8 and 12 noon. At almost 1pm, Eric called and found out he was still at his last house call, and would be at our house shortly. The guy arrived around 1:30pm and spent almost an hour trying to find what "&lt;a href="http://www.thathomesite.com/forums/load/laundry/msg061730384829.html?1" target="_blank"&gt;Error Code 130&lt;/a&gt;" meant on his laptop (the last guy found it in like 2 seconds by typing it into his computer). When he finally gave up, he said that he couldn't find what that error code meant but he would go ahead and start working on replacing the part. &lt;i&gt;Good grief.&lt;/i&gt; By this time, I was beginning to realize why he'd been so late and was feeling sorry for those who were before us on his route that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another hour and a half goes by. Still not done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally gave up waiting and headed out to run my errands. On my way out, he mumbled something to me. I stopped and asked what he'd said, and he repeated, "I'm gonna hafta order you some new parts. Your washer isn't working." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;u&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt; got angry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, "I don't understand; it was working just fine this morning as long as it wasn't in the auto-sensing mode."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technician: "Well uh, when I was tyring to install the part, I had the hose open up here in the top and it got flooded. It fried all of your electronics. They're gone. It won't even turn on now."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OH ... MY ... GOD!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, long story short, he didn't know what he was doing and fried our washer. He placed an order for another $400 in parts for our washer and it is completely dead now. Our expensive washer was &lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/u&gt; messed up by a warranty repair man from &lt;a href="http://www.aefactoryservice.com/" target="_blank"&gt;A&amp;E Factory Service&lt;/a&gt;. So I called them as soon as I left the house and made a complaint with the "Escalations Department," and I've been informed they're suppose to be calling me back about this today. Still no call yet, but I'm waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After what they've done, I'm demanding a brand new washer. This is insane. I can't believe they hire people like this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the meantime, &lt;u&gt;all family members might want to stay away&lt;/u&gt;. We are going Adam and Eve style. Unannounced visits might make the visitors feel uncomfortable.&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6116127506701507074?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6116127506701507074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6116127506701507074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6116127506701507074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6116127506701507074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/washer-woes.html' title='Washer Woes'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TP1hkjyX_BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Nhs31vbVTYI/s72-c/FPwasher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7784258969381269310</id><published>2010-12-05T00:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:43:00.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Studying &amp; School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As referenced in a &lt;a href="http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/gettin-sum-edumakashun.html" target="_blank"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, I have the best group of girls to study with for my Managerial Accounting class.  Every weekend before an exam (since just after the first one), we meet at Starbucks and study together for our coming exam.  Doing this has raised our exam grades significantly.  Each person in the group usually grasps a different aspect of what was taught, and we pull it all together.  Jacqueline and Maricela are here with me in this photo taken this past Friday night; Sheila was unable to come.  I love these ladies!  We got together to study for our final this coming Tuesday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPsu0qjntbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gnvl1RNoMFg/s1600/IMG02333-20101203-1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPsu0qjntbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gnvl1RNoMFg/s400/IMG02333-20101203-1946.jpg" border="0" alt="Study Team"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547078848348665266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPszJf7YQqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ntQhan7CC74/s1600/IMG02356-20101205-0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPszJf7YQqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ntQhan7CC74/s200/IMG02356-20101205-0030.jpg" border="0" alt="NSLS Induction"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547083604319290018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, December 4th I was inducted into Sigma Alpha Pi at the university.  I worked hard on it all semester, so I was pretty excited about being inducted.  The society has many neat benefits to it and I get to wear these great-looking cords when I graduate now, too.  :)  Yes, I'm a nerd.  But hey, it suits me and I make no apologies!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7784258969381269310?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7784258969381269310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7784258969381269310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7784258969381269310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7784258969381269310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/studying-school.html' title='Studying &amp; School'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPsu0qjntbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gnvl1RNoMFg/s72-c/IMG02333-20101203-1946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4216656504342523767</id><published>2010-12-01T21:27:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:28:36.687-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Celeste Funnies &amp; Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A couple of days ago while I was bathing Celeste, she was holing her head up just above the water, using her abs. She commented, "Look at me! I'm holding my head up!" And I said, "You're using your abs, that's great." Then very matter-of-factly, she said, "Yeah, it'th cuz I work out. At the gym. Every day. And my musclth are strong." Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPcdOKFOGKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sU0i5yBVcjM/s1600/IMG02320-20101201-2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPcdOKFOGKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sU0i5yBVcjM/s400/IMG02320-20101201-2136.jpg" border="0" alt="Birthday Flowers"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545933595191679138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPcdp11DpjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O0GyjOUAsQc/s1600/IMG02321-20101201-2137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPcdp11DpjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O0GyjOUAsQc/s200/IMG02321-20101201-2137.jpg" border="0" alt="Closeup of Protea"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545934070791513650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight when I walked in, Celeste came running up to me with these amazingly wild flowers. The bouquet had a few protea and the petals look like feathers. &lt;i&gt;Amazing.&lt;/i&gt; Wouldn't it be great if they would grow here?  She and Eric had picked them out and they look great! And he surprised me with some gorgeous shoes that I've had my eye on for a while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPcdOw6UIeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4Pw-MH67C-s/s1600/IMG02322-20101201-2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPcdOw6UIeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4Pw-MH67C-s/s400/IMG02322-20101201-2138.jpg" border="0" alt="Birthday Shoes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545933605614920162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The semester is coming to an end, with finals beginning Saturday. I literally can't believe the time has flown by. &lt;i&gt;Yikes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4216656504342523767?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4216656504342523767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4216656504342523767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4216656504342523767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4216656504342523767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/celeste-funnies-birthday-surprise.html' title='Celeste Funnies &amp; Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPcdOKFOGKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sU0i5yBVcjM/s72-c/IMG02320-20101201-2136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-398614224547425694</id><published>2010-11-28T22:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:08:51.410-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Even More Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today after the &lt;a href="http://www.firstchurch.com" target="_blank"&gt;morning service&lt;/a&gt;, we came home and started back up on the yard. I immediately threw on tacky old clothes and mowed and edged the yard. Then came in for lunch and went back out to work on the Christmas decorations. Man, I still have some work to do on the weeds in the flower beds. &lt;i&gt;Groan.&lt;/i&gt; But otherwise, all looks good! Even better when the sun is hiding. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMzkUiDlAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/537S0zcadT0/s1600/IMG02283-20101128-1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMzkUiDlAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/537S0zcadT0/s400/IMG02283-20101128-1708.jpg" border="0" alt="Front Yard"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544832265303069698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMqq_jqKyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eQc1RFwGgbk/s1600/IMGA0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMqq_jqKyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eQc1RFwGgbk/s400/IMGA0364.JPG" border="0" alt="Merry Christmas!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544822484327082786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMyGXZe-zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/t00ruE7G_Z4/s1600/IMG02282-20101128-1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMyGXZe-zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/t00ruE7G_Z4/s400/IMG02282-20101128-1707.jpg" border="0" alt="Front Door"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544830651164719922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMyGMqg9FI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PFE0kP4FIoU/s1600/IMGA0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMyGMqg9FI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PFE0kP4FIoU/s400/IMGA0365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544830648283362386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not, I still have a few more things to do. I need to bring out the wreath, add a few things to the new garland around the front door, and then of course the much-needed weed pulling in the flowers beds. Then I'll be done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-398614224547425694?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/398614224547425694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=398614224547425694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/398614224547425694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/398614224547425694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/even-more-christmas.html' title='Even More Christmas'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPMzkUiDlAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/537S0zcadT0/s72-c/IMG02283-20101128-1708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-634840517655177017</id><published>2010-11-27T23:33:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T02:57:15.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>More Christmas Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This morning, Eric let me sleep in to catch up on my lost sleep from the last few nights. When I woke up around 10:00am, this is what I found in the living room. &lt;i&gt;This is what happens when you leave the men in charge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHudMHGGpI/AAAAAAAAATY/MbXSj6B4hSk/s1600/IMG02269-20101127-1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHudMHGGpI/AAAAAAAAATY/MbXSj6B4hSk/s400/IMG02269-20101127-1150.jpg" border="0" alt="Crazy Mess"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544474801504393874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This evening, we began putting up our lights outside the house. It's going to be one of those 2-day projects, since we're only halfway done. However, instead of putting up the white icicle lights that we've done every year, we went with red C9 bulbs. Still debating on adding the icicles, but I'm thinking we shouldn't. We still need to bring out the snowmen, wreath, red mini lights to stripe the front column like a candy cane, and I need to rework the decoration around the door. But hey, it's a start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHwDG7P0zI/AAAAAAAAATg/kVdWNgbyWyk/s1600/IMGA0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHwDG7P0zI/AAAAAAAAATg/kVdWNgbyWyk/s400/IMGA0346.JPG" border="0" alt="Front"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544476552459178802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHytl-hLeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ma_4Cbw2Fko/s1600/IMGA0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHytl-hLeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ma_4Cbw2Fko/s320/IMGA0352.JPG" border="0" alt="Snowman: Happy Holidays"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544479481372159458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHyq_YLwOI/AAAAAAAAATo/8lMrU9Fw_Lk/s1600/IMGA0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHyq_YLwOI/AAAAAAAAATo/8lMrU9Fw_Lk/s320/IMGA0347.JPG" border="0" alt="Lighted Medjool Date Palm"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544479436651086050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHyrdOZewI/AAAAAAAAATw/WVA4Tl55Vh4/s1600/IMGA0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHyrdOZewI/AAAAAAAAATw/WVA4Tl55Vh4/s320/IMGA0351.JPG" border="0" alt="Front Walkway"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544479444663106306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH0IUqXrTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AikyBD1MeSg/s1600/IMGA0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH0IUqXrTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AikyBD1MeSg/s200/IMGA0355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544481040092343602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we were too frozen from putting the lights up outside, Eric came in the house and made some fresh homemade hot cocoa. He puts vanilla and almond extract in his recipe, and it's awesome! So we had some of this and I could feel my fingers again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I added some fresh clippings that I picked up today at Lowe's to some of the decorations in the guest bathroom. Eric went with me to Hobby Lobby and he found these great bells for the bathroom. Yeah, I said he. I never would have thought, "Hmmm, those huge metal looking bells would look great in the bathroom." But they do!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH4pqmWrOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PSLiOFyRNXI/s1600/IMGA0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH4pqmWrOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PSLiOFyRNXI/s400/IMGA0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544486010963274978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH4pTkUJVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/idH51dOnldc/s1600/IMGA0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH4pTkUJVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/idH51dOnldc/s400/IMGA0345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544486004780705106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH4pT6rF1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/JIJh83vem5E/s1600/IMGA0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH4pT6rF1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/JIJh83vem5E/s400/IMGA0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544486004874483538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this bathroom. The pine cones are scented with cinnamon and the fresh clippings smell amazing. I'm loving it. It's like a cute little rustic haven with precious touches of Celeste's handiwork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH7a3E1xaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/23478MMzY6Q/s1600/IMGA0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH7a3E1xaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/23478MMzY6Q/s400/IMGA0336.JPG" border="0" alt="Guest Bathroom"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544489055149213090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next photo is of the tired, pleased face of a girl who finally got a few things accomplished this week! And yes, I earned every one of those bags under my eyes. Worked hard for them. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH8GxI5ZVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RWt1m-_4_Pc/s1600/IMG02279-20101127-2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPH8GxI5ZVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RWt1m-_4_Pc/s400/IMG02279-20101127-2122.jpg" border="0" alt="Worn Out"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544489809469859154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-634840517655177017?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/634840517655177017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=634840517655177017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/634840517655177017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/634840517655177017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-christmas-prep.html' title='More Christmas Prep'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPHudMHGGpI/AAAAAAAAATY/MbXSj6B4hSk/s72-c/IMG02269-20101127-1150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7099921594622691454</id><published>2010-11-26T18:38:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:15:36.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Where in the world do I begin? This week has been absolutely full of interesting days and events.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBp1hpYTmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ggkd0zst8AU/s1600/Sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBp1hpYTmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ggkd0zst8AU/s200/Sick.jpg" border="0" alt="Sick Baby in the Doctor's Office"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544047509578993250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I stated in my previous post, Celeste was sent home from daycare on Tuesday due to a high fever. I ended up keeping her at home on Wednesday as well, for the same fever. She had no other symptoms, until late Wednesday afternoon when she told me that her throat hurt when she tried to swallow. So we took her to the UTMB after hours clinic in League City, and found out that she has strep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh, strep. The night before Thanksgiving. And we had to keep her away from family for 24 hours, so we spent Thanksgiving Day at home, in our pajamas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun to lounge around all day and look at ads for Black Friday. I'd pulled out the laptop and was planning my day on Friday, with Celeste and Eric helping. The kitchen table was &lt;i&gt;covered&lt;/i&gt; in ads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBsgvWFORI/AAAAAAAAASY/1zoC5d37wQs/s1600/ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBsgvWFORI/AAAAAAAAASY/1zoC5d37wQs/s400/ads.jpg" border="0" alt="Black Friday ads"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544050451013777682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While we were going through the ads, Celeste drew this beautiful picture of a Christmas tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBx26x98VI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n_ccnZv8SHs/s1600/tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBx26x98VI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n_ccnZv8SHs/s320/tree2.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's Christmas Tree"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544056329598792018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBx2p7eY5I/AAAAAAAAASw/GtkFkIuNp5s/s1600/tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBx2p7eY5I/AAAAAAAAASw/GtkFkIuNp5s/s320/tree1.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste and her Christmas Tree"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544056325075264402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Black Friday&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I was able to purchase the Toys-R-Us items online &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/facebook/7311006.html" target="_blank"&gt;Thursday evening&lt;/a&gt;, and finally made it to bed around 10:30pm. Three hours later, at 1:30am, I barely rolled out of bed and dragged my drowsy self into the shower to get ready for the annual early morning trek. Roughly an hour later, I pulled into the parking lot at Fry's and text my Aunt Cyndi (who was making her way to Target).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first, I couldn't find the line. I was surprised that at 2:30am, with the doors opening in just a short two and a half hours, there was no line. Then I saw it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There were tents. Several of them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, lining the front right perimeter of Fry's. And I'm not talking about the tiny ones that could only possibly hold one toddler; there were &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/ip/SwissGear-Montreaux-Family-Dome-Tent/15111440" target="_blank"&gt;huge, 3-room tents&lt;/a&gt; as well. &lt;i&gt;Seriously. Now that's a bit insane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBzyfJcTmI/AAAAAAAAATA/eISZ_mpgHPM/s1600/tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBzyfJcTmI/AAAAAAAAATA/eISZ_mpgHPM/s400/tent.jpg" border="0" alt="Tent in front of Fry's"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544058452484836962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This photo is of one of the tents that didn't pack up. The line moved right past him/her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny thing though is, all of these people camped out overnight, and although I was probably the 150th person in line, I was the absolute &lt;i&gt;very first&lt;/i&gt; to check out. And when I exited Fry's, my purchase in tow, the line was still going into the building and I was the recipient of many scared shopper stares as they watched me leaving with a purchase before they'd even entered (&lt;i&gt;bwa-ha-ha&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day then resumed with a trip to Baybrook Mall (Macy's and some aimless window shopping), then Starbucks, followed by Carter's in Pearland and a meandering trip through the Pearland Town Center.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while, I met up with Eric and Celeste and we went out to do some more shopping together. Celeste was feeling much better, was no longer contagious and ready to get out of the house. And I must say, she was adorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPB1_cu35dI/AAAAAAAAATI/YAe0nzYITHM/s1600/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPB1_cu35dI/AAAAAAAAATI/YAe0nzYITHM/s320/shopping.jpg" border="0" alt="On Our Way"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544060874198083026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPB1_i9acGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QvZC8vMo6Xw/s1600/shopping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPB1_i9acGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QvZC8vMo6Xw/s320/shopping2.jpg" border="0" alt="Cutie Pie"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544060875869679714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a &lt;i&gt;gorgeous&lt;/i&gt;, cold and sunny day. And it was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7099921594622691454?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7099921594622691454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7099921594622691454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7099921594622691454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7099921594622691454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-week.html' title='Thanksgiving Week'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TPBp1hpYTmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ggkd0zst8AU/s72-c/Sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6394987046097873398</id><published>2010-11-23T22:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:19:03.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin Sum Edumakashun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this evening, I'm screaming inside with excitement and just have to let it out. Facebook isn't quite appropriate for this, and since this is mainly only read by my family and a few close friends, here goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Linda called today just about lunch time to inform me that Celeste was running a 102.0 fever. So I left work and picked her up, and set her up on our bed with all the Netflix kid's movies she wanted to watch at her fingertips, some juice and medicine. Believe it or not, my normally on-the-go daughter stayed in bed for the remainder of the day, burning up. I think it's just one of those 24-Hour bugs that kids seem to get, so I'm going to wait it out and see how things are in the morning before taking her to the doctor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being Thanksgiving week, most of the classes at school have let out for the week. However, one of my classes was still having our weekly session at 4:00pm, and after Eric came home I made a mad dash up to the campus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Managerial Accounting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;So I have this &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; group of girls that I study with in my Managerial Accounting class. They are awesome. We studied hard together for the last couple of tests because we all knew we had to do something after our first exam. And the study group worked; it has really paid off. I made a C on the first exam (the class average was a low 60, a D), and then an A on the next two (last week's included).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the big news. At the beginning of the class, while I was still at home with Celeste, Maricela (one of the girls) had text me and let me know what my grade was on last week's exam. She asked me the last four digits of my student ID, and I waited...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and waited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and waited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...all the while staring at my phone, just waiting for it to light up showing her response. And finally, after much anticipation, it came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A 100!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was the &lt;i&gt;only one&lt;/i&gt; in the class to make a perfect score!! I'm so ecstatic! And the class average on this exam was a 66!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just still in shock. The professor isn't counting our first exam grade at all, it's been thrown out. So in a class that freaked me out after the first exam, I'm now passing with an A+ average.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may not be a big deal to you, but it is to me! I'm loving it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;After School&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;And then after class, I came home to find my sweetheart snuggled up in our bed, thumb in mouth and blanket in her other hand. She was still warm but still sat straight up in bed just to give me a tight hug and tell me how much she missed my being gone. She warms my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6394987046097873398?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6394987046097873398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6394987046097873398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6394987046097873398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6394987046097873398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/gettin-sum-edumakashun.html' title='Gettin Sum Edumakashun'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7368271447401316413</id><published>2010-11-21T23:34:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:11:59.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This weekend began with another Thomasson family tradition, the Friendswood Christmas Homes Tour. We met at one of the houses shortly after 1:00pm on Saturday and "Ooohed" and "Awwwed" over the decorations, and there were a few stunned gasps. After the first house (which had a Christmas tree decorated like a Santa Claus), we made the trek to Starbucks and spent a little family time drinking the warm drinks of the season. Then we visited the remaining three houses. I love the tour. It's so much fun every year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our day ended with bringing down the Christmas decorations in the Taylor household from the attic. &lt;i&gt;Man, do we have a lot!&lt;/i&gt; Celeste was ecstatic about putting up the tree and the train that we have that goes underneath, so we began decorating the house. While we were getting the decorations sorted out, Celeste was playing with her little nativity figurines that were handed down to her from my cousin, Emily. Emily played with this set when she was Celeste's age, or a little younger. Now that she's in college, Emily's graduated to a different type of decorating interest and has graciously shared these little guys with Celeste. Celeste's first thing she said this year when I gave her the little set was, "Mom! Where's the other Jesus?!" As if there were suppose to be two. Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEM4XbkvI/AAAAAAAAARw/nTFJaMEGfiA/s1600/IMG02211-20101120-1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEM4XbkvI/AAAAAAAAARw/nTFJaMEGfiA/s320/IMG02211-20101120-1150.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's Nativity"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542246910768419570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we were putting together the tree (I somehow forgot to take any pictures of the tree), Celeste was filming us. Of course, this was after she'd given up on hanging ornaments on it herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEY0GWMRI/AAAAAAAAASI/bkt9SdFVkH0/s1600/IMG02224-20101120-2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEY0GWMRI/AAAAAAAAASI/bkt9SdFVkH0/s320/IMG02224-20101120-2033.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste Filming"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542247115781452050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEYlIHgNI/AAAAAAAAASA/DvrkC0tvYDI/s1600/IMG02223-20101120-2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEYlIHgNI/AAAAAAAAASA/DvrkC0tvYDI/s320/IMG02223-20101120-2032.jpg" border="0" alt="Guest Bathroom"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542247111762346194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I began working on the guest bathroom. It's Celeste's bathroom, really, and I think I'm going to go with a theme more about her this year where I can. In the bathroom, I've hung up a cute little foam wreath that she glued together in Christmas 2008 &lt;i&gt;(she was two)&lt;/i&gt;, and also a Christmas tree made of her hand prints that she created at Ms. Linda's last year, in 2009 &lt;i&gt;(she was three)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEMe-sQZI/AAAAAAAAARg/WHyiTDkxPzs/s1600/IMG02220-20101120-2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEMe-sQZI/AAAAAAAAARg/WHyiTDkxPzs/s320/IMG02220-20101120-2030.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's Christmas Projects from Years Past"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542246903953768850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still need to bring out the garland, and there's a but more to do in here. But for now, it is slowly starting to come together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoENvRL-vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Ec5lchidXfo/s1600/IMG02219-20101120-2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoENvRL-vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Ec5lchidXfo/s320/IMG02219-20101120-2030.jpg" border="0" alt="Guest Bathroom Begins..."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542246925506181874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I didn't have these present things meant for the dining table, but Eric likes them so they're staying. I need to work on this a bit more if it's going to stay this way as well. I'm thinking some ribbons? Maybe some picks, I don't know. We'll see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEM3yQ8bI/AAAAAAAAARo/vYWufDYeF2I/s1600/IMG02230-20101121-1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEM3yQ8bI/AAAAAAAAARo/vYWufDYeF2I/s320/IMG02230-20101121-1652.jpg" border="0" alt="Kitchen Table"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542246910612533682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste is so excited about Christmas. Now that we have the tree up, she keeps asking me if it's Christmas time yet. Thanksgiving hasn't even come yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7368271447401316413?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7368271447401316413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7368271447401316413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7368271447401316413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7368271447401316413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-weekend.html' title='Christmas Weekend'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOoEM4XbkvI/AAAAAAAAARw/nTFJaMEGfiA/s72-c/IMG02211-20101120-1150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-1872955837787755680</id><published>2010-11-19T21:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:39:35.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCQg0Q3jI/AAAAAAAAARI/bcSEKxWDFI0/s1600/IMG02198-20101119-1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCQg0Q3jI/AAAAAAAAARI/bcSEKxWDFI0/s320/IMG02198-20101119-1817.jpg" border="0" alt="Our Little Family"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541470717957168690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the work week behind us, we took a little time to relax as a family this evening at one of my favorite Chinese restaurants, 888 Bistro.  Here are a few photos from the evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCQQ4qFPI/AAAAAAAAARA/lsNWE0mbzlE/s1600/IMG02195-20101119-1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCQQ4qFPI/AAAAAAAAARA/lsNWE0mbzlE/s320/IMG02195-20101119-1815.jpg" border="0" alt="Mommy &amp; Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541470713680631026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCQ872o6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/tHOs98SlpDo/s1600/IMG02199-20101119-1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCQ872o6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/tHOs98SlpDo/s320/IMG02199-20101119-1821.jpg" border="0" alt="Coloring"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541470725505196962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the many perks about 888 Bistro are the little treats they bring you when you've finished your meal.  The oranges are sliced and topped with cherries.  Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCRFMySlI/AAAAAAAAARY/WMYvHjjc_1s/s1600/IMG02206-20101119-1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCRFMySlI/AAAAAAAAARY/WMYvHjjc_1s/s320/IMG02206-20101119-1850.jpg" border="0" alt="Oranges"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541470727723698770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-1872955837787755680?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1872955837787755680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=1872955837787755680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1872955837787755680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1872955837787755680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-outing.html' title='Family Outing'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOdCQg0Q3jI/AAAAAAAAARI/bcSEKxWDFI0/s72-c/IMG02198-20101119-1817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4282883803223350272</id><published>2010-11-18T14:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:38:14.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><title type='text'>Just a Few Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Three years ago this month, I captured this sweet little video of Celeste playing on our kitchen table. The table was tiny, the flooring still our original builder's carpet, but I wouldn't trade anything for these moments we had with our baby. She was climbing all over the table, saying, "Oooooh, Daddy!" and just being adorable. I miss those precious nearly two-year-old moments!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xG-rKQyZYXQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xG-rKQyZYXQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;November 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4282883803223350272?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4282883803223350272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4282883803223350272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4282883803223350272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4282883803223350272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-few-years-ago.html' title='Just a Few Years Ago...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3368642874726326350</id><published>2010-11-17T21:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:11:15.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>One Little Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This evening, as I was walking up to Ms. Linda's house to pick up Celeste, she came running towards me with this cute little hat she'd made flopping behind her.  My little indian.  She kept singing that she was a girl indian and she had made her little indian feather hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had this huge craving for soup (it's one of those cravings that I can't seem to satisfy, so we made a pit stop at the awesome HEB in Friendswood.  Everyone we passed smiled at Celeste and her indian feathers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOSmN4IOHZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/D-AcjFRdj6k/s1600/IMG02182-20101117-1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOSmN4IOHZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/D-AcjFRdj6k/s320/IMG02182-20101117-1758.jpg" border="0" alt="My Little Indian"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540736198907927954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOSmOF1nX1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UUgt9HNMv1U/s1600/IMG02183-20101117-1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOSmOF1nX1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UUgt9HNMv1U/s320/IMG02183-20101117-1759.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540736202587987794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The soup ended up being delicious.  I threw a lot of things together, and it was packed full of chicken.  SO YUM!  Okay, time to go to bed.  Night all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3368642874726326350?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3368642874726326350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3368642874726326350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3368642874726326350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3368642874726326350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-little-indian.html' title='One Little Indian'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOSmN4IOHZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/D-AcjFRdj6k/s72-c/IMG02182-20101117-1758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-2550200414687923035</id><published>2010-11-14T22:27:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:00:58.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spindletop'/><title type='text'>Six Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday marked the sixth year that we've been married. I didn't know what we were going to do, but Eric had told me that he had something special planned for us. The day began with a quick Christmas ritual - a trip with my Aunt Cyndi to Jackie's private show in El Lago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then that afternoon, we took Celeste to my mom's and we went for a nice little trip to Starbucks in Baybrook and walked the mall a bit. And after, we drove up to the Spindletop restaurant at the Hyatt Regency for an amazing dinner and a wonderful time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOC8CuuvAfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oIXqaqcjqe0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOC8CuuvAfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oIXqaqcjqe0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Spindletop"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539634296755519986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOFm94UoWCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Iyg5ir5FevI/s1600/IMG02175-20101113-1809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOFm94UoWCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Iyg5ir5FevI/s400/IMG02175-20101113-1809.jpg" border="0" alt="Spindletop's Signature Avocado Dome"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539822229919389730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner began with the Spindletop's Signature Avocado Dome, and Eric had the Blackened Red Snapper while I had the Filet Mignon. We were stuffed, and weren't planning on doing dessert there because we'd decided on going to The Chocolate Bar afterwards. However, our waiter brought us a Chocolate Souffle and wow, it was incredibly delicious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOC9QWs1dPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BP4TCjF2AVM/s1600/76543_10150323958520004_566825003_15362665_3440177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOC9QWs1dPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BP4TCjF2AVM/s400/76543_10150323958520004_566825003_15362665_3440177_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Chocolate Souffle at the Spindletop"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539635630334899442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOFm-Hc6qNI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zrBpn_XHUpY/s1600/IMG02178-20101113-1849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOFm-Hc6qNI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zrBpn_XHUpY/s400/IMG02178-20101113-1849.jpg" border="0" alt="Spindletop's Chocolate Souffle"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539822233980676306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those are rose petals on our table.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, we went to the Chocolate Bar anyway, and purchased something small for Celeste, and then we drove back to our part of town and saw "&lt;a href="http://www.megamind.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Megamind&lt;/a&gt;." Yep, a kid's movie. But man, was it funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day turned out to be quite wonderful, and I really enjoyed it. And the weather was so nice!!! These six years have really flown by fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-2550200414687923035?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2550200414687923035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=2550200414687923035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2550200414687923035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2550200414687923035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/six-years.html' title='Six Years'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TOC8CuuvAfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oIXqaqcjqe0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-1914300786876495673</id><published>2010-11-12T11:08:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:53:45.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Heaven &amp; Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So tomorrow is our big day. At shortly after 2:00pm tomorrow afternoon, Eric and I will have been married for 6 years. It's hard to believe, the time has flown by. More about that tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;About a year and a half ago, I decided I was fed up with my weight and shape and decided to do something about it. Along the way, I lost about 30 pounds, went from a size 12 to a 4/6 and began working out 4-5 days/week. It was great when Eric began working out with me, too. We'd meet at the gym at the end of our work days and motivate each other. But slowly, things in life have happened to where we don't really do that much anymore. To be truthful, it's 1-2 times/week that we go now, and I wish it was more. This week, I've been sick and those of you who workout know that when you're sick, it feels like you can't do anything when you're working out, or that your have horrible workouts. But last week, we were just busy or too tired. I really miss going to the gym every day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did I say all of that at the beginning of a blog called "Chocolate Heaven?" Here's why. One of my guilty pleasures is chocolate. I love it. If it's in the house, I'll eat it. One of the things I had to change about my eating habits was to make sure we didn't keep any chocolate in the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my dear, sweet husband brought me home a surprise the other evening. He walked in with this &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;I knew&lt;/i&gt;. The purple bag carried the gold metallic logo of one of my favorite dessert places, &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.theoriginalchocolatebar.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Chocolate Bar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TN107IXIOcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AG3bFvEUXhg/s1600/IMG02144-20101105-2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TN107IXIOcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AG3bFvEUXhg/s320/IMG02144-20101105-2025.jpg" border="0" alt="The Chocolate Bar"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711675941173698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What laid there in waiting were four layers of chocolate cake, each held together by difference types of chocolate filling, and a rich chocolate icing on the top and side, with a smattering of toffee bits on the top. There isn't much about food that really excites me, but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this ... is ... amazing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And it's huge, larger than my palm completely spread out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TN107ahKsII/AAAAAAAAAQA/L0WaXfoWRHs/s1600/IMG02145-20101105-2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TN107ahKsII/AAAAAAAAAQA/L0WaXfoWRHs/s320/IMG02145-20101105-2025.jpg" border="0" alt="Layers of Delicious"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711680815116418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I indulged in every bite &lt;i&gt;(of course I shared it, couldn't put this away by myself)&lt;/i&gt;, I closed my eyes and just focused on the delicious chocolate symphony in my mouth. It was divine. It wasn't until I neared bite 9 or 10 that I thought, &lt;i&gt;"Oh my God, the calories I'm putting away!!"&lt;/i&gt; and I stopped. But those bites were heavenly. And yes, my husband is a sweetheart for being so thoughtful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-1914300786876495673?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1914300786876495673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=1914300786876495673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1914300786876495673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1914300786876495673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/chocolate-heaven-randomness.html' title='Chocolate Heaven &amp; Randomness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TN107IXIOcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AG3bFvEUXhg/s72-c/IMG02144-20101105-2025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-8570471377713213000</id><published>2010-11-11T22:44:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:07:22.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><title type='text'>Poser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNzGamJJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RDeTzWw-EhM/s1600/IMG02162-20101111-1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNzGamJJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RDeTzWw-EhM/s400/IMG02162-20101111-1446.jpg" border="0" alt="Say Cheese"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538519801976708434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today, Celeste and I had the luxury of staying home while Daddy went to work.  We played, giggled, watched movies, made messes, drew pictures, grabbed Chinese food for lunch and had a fabulous day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the things she and I do together involves making funny faces, lots of tickling and running around the house.  This afternoon, she and I were on my bed, watching "The Velveteen Rabbit" together on our new wall-mounted TV (&lt;i&gt;that only cost us $44&lt;/i&gt;).  We started making our funny faces, and hers were so cute!  We took pictures and sent them to Daddy while he was working.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNzG-ng7XUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZY92KFNZbSA/s1600/IMG02164-20101111-1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNzG-ng7XUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZY92KFNZbSA/s320/IMG02164-20101111-1448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538520420820147522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNzG-UTVOvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DPrdQq7QZ9o/s1600/IMG02163-20101111-1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNzG-UTVOvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DPrdQq7QZ9o/s320/IMG02163-20101111-1447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538520415662848754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is quite adorable, if I do say so myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-8570471377713213000?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8570471377713213000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=8570471377713213000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8570471377713213000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/8570471377713213000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/poser.html' title='Poser'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNzGamJJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RDeTzWw-EhM/s72-c/IMG02162-20101111-1446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6120169284977579873</id><published>2010-11-10T20:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:10:45.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>Special Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNtasHFU1gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UuEe33YD6qY/s1600/IMG02155-20101110-1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNtasHFU1gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UuEe33YD6qY/s320/IMG02155-20101110-1750.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's and her Special Book"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538119880644285954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNtasqk-pvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JVpyXqlTYtE/s1600/IMG02156-20101110-1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNtasqk-pvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JVpyXqlTYtE/s320/IMG02156-20101110-1752.jpg" border="0" alt="Reading to Mommy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538119890172290802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she walked in the door this afternoon, Celeste was bouncing with excitement about her book that she made at Ms. Linda's.  She showed me the cover first, and slowly read through what was printed on it, "This book be-longs to Celeste!"  Then she asked me to sit down and she flipped through every page for me, proudly displaying her handiwork.  Ms. Linda had given her lots of magazines, etc. full of pictures which Celeste had carefully selected and cut out, then glued onto each page.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNtceojGIDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tUEPCSemg0w/s1600/IMG02153-20101110-1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNtceojGIDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tUEPCSemg0w/s320/IMG02153-20101110-1749.jpg" border="0" alt="Reading to Mommy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538121848132608050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNteMfEA4aI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vc3h3Lc0iLI/s1600/IMG02154-20101110-1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNteMfEA4aI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vc3h3Lc0iLI/s320/IMG02154-20101110-1749.jpg" border="0" alt="Reading her book"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123735371932066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(And yes, for all of you who will notice, I'm wearing my Deer Park sweatshirt! Haha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6120169284977579873?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6120169284977579873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6120169284977579873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6120169284977579873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6120169284977579873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/special-book.html' title='Special Book'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNtasHFU1gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UuEe33YD6qY/s72-c/IMG02155-20101110-1750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3581868566700157996</id><published>2010-11-10T09:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:09:47.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><title type='text'>Sweet Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I was in my Managerial Accounting class at UHCL when I missed a phone call from Ms. Linda, Celeste's daycare provider.  So I stepped out of class and found a spot in the atrium where I could get signal, and returned the call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNrBnqYh2bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/06-KLUqzJw4/s1600/atrium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNrBnqYh2bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/06-KLUqzJw4/s320/atrium.jpg" border="0" alt="UHCL atrium"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537951578941675954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine, Ms. Linda does not usually call unless something is wrong.  So my heart was racing.  Millions of thoughts were rushing through my mind.  So when she answered, the first thing Ms. Linda said was, "You know that area in the daycare where I keep the foam blocks?  Next to the metal shelves?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Panic.&lt;/i&gt;  My heart began pounding. "Yes?" I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, your daughter was over there playing and she cut herself.  It was a very tiny cut on her finger, but she did the cutest thing!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relief.&lt;/i&gt;  A tiny cut, whew!  No trips to the ER tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Ms. Linda continued, "She said, I have to go pray for this, and she went and knelt behind the little cubby and literally prayed for her tiny cut!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can just imagine her now, eyes closed, hands clasped and asking Jesus to take care of her little tiny cut.  So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I asked her this morning to show me how she had prayed for her cut (I'd wanted to take a picture of her pose), she said very matter-of-factly, "I can't remember what I said."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love her.  With all of my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3581868566700157996?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3581868566700157996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3581868566700157996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3581868566700157996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3581868566700157996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-prayers.html' title='Sweet Prayers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNrBnqYh2bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/06-KLUqzJw4/s72-c/atrium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3940187160654448230</id><published>2010-11-07T17:35:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:42:56.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><title type='text'>Ribbons and Bows and Tea Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This evening finds me sitting in bed, surrounded by a mound of pillows and an array of textbooks, laptop in hand.  School work isn't easy when you have a family and a career, but it's important so here I am &lt;i&gt;(writing a blog, haha)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste came in here while Eric was out getting something for us to eat, and in her extremely excited way, she shouted, "Mommy! Mommy!! Come here and see what I made!" Then she took off running, her little feet making that soft pitter-patter sound on our wood floors.  I followed her to her bathroom, where she had arranged some of her tea set on the side of the bathtub, and had placed her hair ribbons and bows carefully on each piece.  She was so excited about her handiwork that I had to take a photo and share it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNc41LZluqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SnXE6IkGZ-Q/s1600/cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNc41LZluqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SnXE6IkGZ-Q/s320/cups.jpg" border="0" alt="Ribbons and Bow and Tea Parties"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536956753119656610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I spent the entire day at a &lt;a href="http://prtl.uhcl.edu/portal/page/portal/SLO/Student_Leadership_Institute/Annual_Student_Leadership_Conference" target="_blank"&gt;Leadership Training Conference&lt;/a&gt; at the University of Houston-Clear Lake.  It's part of my requirement, and the best part of the conference was hearing Troy Stende.  He was a great speaker and was very motivational.  One of the things that he said that has really stuck with me was "The things that we say affect us on a cellular level," and he showed how positive words are very empowering.  He handed all of us these blue ribbons that said, "Who I Am Makes A Difference," and today, I gave one to Celeste.  I sat her down, had both of her tiny little hands in mine and I told her how special she is to me, and how much I love her and adore her.  She's the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen and has the best smile and personality, and I made sure that she knew that today.  I would say that I wish you could have seen her smile, but she kept that same smile all day; she was shining from the inside out.  And she has not taken off her little blue ribbon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNc41XfxIxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fW0TijF8vS8/s1600/Celeste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNc41XfxIxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fW0TijF8vS8/s320/Celeste.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536956756366795538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is the most beautiful person and I hope that I never forget to let her know that every single day for the rest of her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3940187160654448230?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3940187160654448230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3940187160654448230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3940187160654448230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3940187160654448230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/ribbons-and-bows-and-tea-parties.html' title='Ribbons and Bows and Tea Parties'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNc41LZluqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SnXE6IkGZ-Q/s72-c/cups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7298145692555015090</id><published>2010-11-05T23:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:06:48.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><title type='text'>Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTdM2xZubI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oIAKNaBzb9s/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTdM2xZubI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oIAKNaBzb9s/s200/01.jpg" border="0" alt="Precious Smiles"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536293054876072370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTdNBOr-LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XM-CPAkqqjM/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTdNBOr-LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XM-CPAkqqjM/s200/02.jpg" border="0" alt="Cute Poses"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536293057683257522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTdNjI763I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UrlKKK8EfdY/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTdNjI763I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UrlKKK8EfdY/s200/03.jpg" border="0" alt="Blowing Kisses"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536293066785942386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Celeste was posing for the camera tonight while playing on our bed, and I had to post these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTekwtQXWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/COeNvn7V1eQ/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTekwtQXWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/COeNvn7V1eQ/s320/04.jpg" border="0" alt="Curlers"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536294565076557154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I walked in and found her in the bathroom, playing with my curlers and saying, "I look like Mommy!"  Moments like these make me smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7298145692555015090?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7298145692555015090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7298145692555015090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7298145692555015090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7298145692555015090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweetheart.html' title='Sweetheart'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNTdM2xZubI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oIAKNaBzb9s/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-886861650462538843</id><published>2010-11-04T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:54:35.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><title type='text'>Morning Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This morning was not a good morning for me.  Without going into the unnecessary details, it was just a rough start to the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made it to work and was on the phone when I looked up to see my husband walking in.  It totally caught me off guard.  He stood there at the edge of my desk with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in one hand and a Pumpkin Cream Cheese muffin in the other.  Forget calorie counting today (or forget lunch).  But this one simple gesture, completely unanticipated, made me smile; completely, genuinely, and off guard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNLlHmWBi3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/-Q7CkDavXnc/s1600/IMG02130-20101104-1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNLlHmWBi3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/-Q7CkDavXnc/s320/IMG02130-20101104-1134.jpg" border="0" alt="PSL and muffin"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535738810706529138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you, Eric.  You changed my day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-886861650462538843?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/886861650462538843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=886861650462538843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/886861650462538843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/886861650462538843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/morning-surprises.html' title='Morning Surprises'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TNLlHmWBi3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/-Q7CkDavXnc/s72-c/IMG02130-20101104-1134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3441132407078431977</id><published>2010-11-01T21:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:51:08.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><title type='text'>I'm a Big Girl Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Right after we got home from the gym, Celeste put on her daddy's gym shoes.  And of course she was too cute for me not to take any pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM96PwpXGTI/AAAAAAAAANY/-st82XFPIKs/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM96PwpXGTI/AAAAAAAAANY/-st82XFPIKs/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776878236637490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM96P7hnrBI/AAAAAAAAANg/qpYFXaooklg/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM96P7hnrBI/AAAAAAAAANg/qpYFXaooklg/s320/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776881156959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then when she was getting ready for bed, she had to pick out and put on her own pajamas; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all by herself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Then she came bouncing into the room, proudly displaying her handiwork at buttoning her own pajamas (and completely doing them lopsided).  I brought out the camera and she began posing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM97TRIZlAI/AAAAAAAAANw/wNwqPR1K-r4/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM97TRIZlAI/AAAAAAAAANw/wNwqPR1K-r4/s320/04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534778038007993346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM97TWKzKqI/AAAAAAAAANo/KV6w1DhWHtg/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM97TWKzKqI/AAAAAAAAANo/KV6w1DhWHtg/s320/03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534778039360236194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm torn when looking at these photos.  I still see the 6 pound, 3 ounce baby girl in her, but also the changing features of my baby girl rapidly growing up into a beautiful young lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3441132407078431977?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3441132407078431977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3441132407078431977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3441132407078431977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3441132407078431977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a Big Girl Now'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM96PwpXGTI/AAAAAAAAANY/-st82XFPIKs/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4233525521426811622</id><published>2010-11-01T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:56:37.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><title type='text'>Ode to Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know that time, everyone knows it.  It's the time in the afternoon where your metabolism slows to less than a crawl and the only thing keeping you from removing the tape on your eyelids is the boss sitting outside your door or cubicle.  It hits us all like a ton of bricks.  And most of us have found the solution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM8ZtISDvzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Uc7XAaV7QSY/s1600/Starbucks-740160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM8ZtISDvzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Uc7XAaV7QSY/s400/Starbucks-740160.jpg" border="0" alt="Starbucks"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534670730169663282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This afternoon found me making a quick trip to the Starbucks across the street from the office to remedy the mid-afternoon hump.  While in the drive-thru line, the barista asked how my Halloween went, what costume I wore &lt;i&gt;(as if)&lt;/i&gt;, and how my daughter enjoyed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she said it; she sees me just about every day in the drive-thru or in the store.  I had to smile.  Yes, it's probably an addiction.  But hey, ever since they've brought out the &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/blog/take-comfort-in-rutuals" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Spice Latte&lt;/a&gt; this season, I haven't been able to say no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4233525521426811622?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4233525521426811622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4233525521426811622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4233525521426811622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4233525521426811622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/ode-to-starbucks.html' title='Ode to Starbucks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM8ZtISDvzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Uc7XAaV7QSY/s72-c/Starbucks-740160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-480042851367810354</id><published>2010-10-31T21:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:14:36.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>October Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4qQUFn0XI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2teNuVmzGj8/s200/IMG02095-20101029-1522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407451843481970" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4qP44pVZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o4_PQ5ZsTJw/s1600/IMG02094-20101029-1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4qP44pVZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o4_PQ5ZsTJw/s200/IMG02094-20101029-1521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407444541298066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4qPqnLMSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YM_EQz6olfM/s1600/IMG02093-20101029-1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4qPqnLMSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YM_EQz6olfM/s200/IMG02093-20101029-1521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407440709923106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year for her Halloween party at her daycare, Celeste was a princess.  Here are a few pictures from her party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4ryg9EDCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/k0uRywZbt10/s1600/IMG02098-20101029-1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4ryg9EDCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/k0uRywZbt10/s200/IMG02098-20101029-1540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409138924424226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4ryc8VtSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mUZAf9NcUNY/s1600/IMG02097-20101029-1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4ryc8VtSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mUZAf9NcUNY/s200/IMG02097-20101029-1528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409137847645474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4rxYDcwhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BsPUPXhjcEA/s1600/IMG02096-20101029-1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4rxYDcwhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BsPUPXhjcEA/s200/IMG02096-20101029-1527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409119355421202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is my beautiful lilttle princess.  And boys, back off; she already has a boyfriend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4vwyLPh3I/AAAAAAAAANI/Nxc1k6fYwCk/s1600/IMG02101-20101029-1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4vwyLPh3I/AAAAAAAAANI/Nxc1k6fYwCk/s200/IMG02101-20101029-1554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534413507234072434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4vwmOsNnI/AAAAAAAAANA/v7NENOvupgM/s1600/IMG02100-20101029-1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4vwmOsNnI/AAAAAAAAANA/v7NENOvupgM/s200/IMG02100-20101029-1553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534413504027309682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-480042851367810354?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/480042851367810354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=480042851367810354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/480042851367810354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/480042851367810354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-princess.html' title='October Princess'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM4qQUFn0XI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2teNuVmzGj8/s72-c/IMG02095-20101029-1522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-2699784780629208663</id><published>2010-10-31T16:17:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:22:52.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballunar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><title type='text'>Ballunarfest 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3dz-uyU2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IbUN-rG-fHw/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3dz-uyU2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IbUN-rG-fHw/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="Daddy &amp; Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534323402190508898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday morning found us hurriedly bundling up in layers and rushing to catch the sunrise at the Johnson Space Center where the &lt;a href="http://www.ballunarfestival.com/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;2010 Ballunar Festival&lt;/a&gt; was to take place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3e0tAPeUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S9SKyIWgpoI/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3e0tAPeUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S9SKyIWgpoI/s320/02.jpg" border="0" alt="Daddy &amp; Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534324514123381058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3fch8f6lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/laN19CDwLt4/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3fch8f6lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/laN19CDwLt4/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="Balloon"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534325198349658706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3huwZ55lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d9zYx9qdwXg/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3huwZ55lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d9zYx9qdwXg/s320/04.jpg" border="0" alt="Excited"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534327710491993682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste was extremely excited when she saw the first balloon appear on the horizon.  As more appeared and they began to compete with the hula toss and such before landing, her excitement was very high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3juDtcoBI/AAAAAAAAALI/mNhM0c2Q9J4/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3juDtcoBI/AAAAAAAAALI/mNhM0c2Q9J4/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="Balloons"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534329897517621266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3jt_JiCJI/AAAAAAAAALA/a0VQ6LeEqgE/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3jt_JiCJI/AAAAAAAAALA/a0VQ6LeEqgE/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="Balloons"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534329896293238930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3km5cuwHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Wcw7GxvIOpA/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3km5cuwHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Wcw7GxvIOpA/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's Favorite Balloon"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534330874015694962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pink and yellow balloon on the above right is Celeste's favorite.  She was ecstatic about this pink balloon, and even wanted to see the photos that I took of it as I was preparing this blog.  The funny thing is, this pink and yellow, girl's favorite of a balloon was provided by the Precinct 8 Constable's department.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3oDLQT_NI/AAAAAAAAALw/0msW53mOoXQ/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3oDLQT_NI/AAAAAAAAALw/0msW53mOoXQ/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Balloons"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534334658366667986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3oC8BCGBI/AAAAAAAAALo/KJGAoylJvLY/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3oC8BCGBI/AAAAAAAAALo/KJGAoylJvLY/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534334654276048914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3pQoA_cEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1Hn0kYDTUWo/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3pQoA_cEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1Hn0kYDTUWo/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt="Skydivers"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534335988936962114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And yes, she chose this outfit out all by herself.  Every peice matches in her opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3poh8RliI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9WiNWLy7_t0/s1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3poh8RliI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9WiNWLy7_t0/s400/06.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534336399623427618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-2699784780629208663?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2699784780629208663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=2699784780629208663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2699784780629208663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2699784780629208663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/ballunarfest-2010.html' title='Ballunarfest 2010'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TM3dz-uyU2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IbUN-rG-fHw/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-3268419826664032317</id><published>2010-10-29T14:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:37:54.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So as most of you know, I'm a Black Friday addict.  The second year we were married, I spent half the amount that I'd spent on Christmas gifts the year before, and ended up with better gifts.  So I'm hooked.  Each year, I spend Thanksgiving Day scouring the ads and planning routes, then get a few hours of sleep that night and wake up at about 2am to go stand in line at the place I want to get to the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjt5zg3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MTuqx8FSmrE/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjt5zg3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MTuqx8FSmrE/s320/04.jpg" border="0" alt="Black Friday Shopping Team"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533553464655971186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year, my Aunt Cyndi showed me this website where she gets these comical shirts to wear during her shopping adventures on Black Friday.  She sent me a link to one today that got me started.  And now I thought I'd share these shirts that are making me chuckle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshkI4bZlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rw0-dcTKqcw/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshkI4bZlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rw0-dcTKqcw/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt="Helping the economy one Black friday at a time"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533553471897953874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjklY4QI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rXJ8ep-ePIE/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjklY4QI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rXJ8ep-ePIE/s320/03.jpg" border="0" alt="WalMart Survivor"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533553462154420482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjW-x2iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yxgFaLK4-GU/s1600/02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjW-x2iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yxgFaLK4-GU/s320/02.bmp" border="0" alt="Black Friday: Better have your big girl underwear on"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533553458502818338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjBwEvfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WlNZO0W7w5o/s1600/01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjBwEvfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WlNZO0W7w5o/s320/01.bmp" border="0" alt="Merry Christmas"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533553452803997170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-3268419826664032317?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3268419826664032317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=3268419826664032317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3268419826664032317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/3268419826664032317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-friday-preparations.html' title='Black Friday Preparations'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMshjt5zg3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MTuqx8FSmrE/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6349313089140239433</id><published>2010-10-28T14:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:08:32.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>A Little Therapy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of my sweet coworkers brings me and my coworker, Sara, little Dove chocolates every now and then.  I enjoy reading the sayings on the inside of the foil wrapper, and today's made me chuckle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMnJmAQNbDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MzN3q4B34u8/s1600/IMG02081-20101028-1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMnJmAQNbDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MzN3q4B34u8/s320/IMG02081-20101028-1400.jpg" border="0" alt="Shoe shopping is therapy."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533175271941565490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Couldn't have said it better myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6349313089140239433?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6349313089140239433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6349313089140239433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6349313089140239433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6349313089140239433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-therapy.html' title='A Little Therapy...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMnJmAQNbDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MzN3q4B34u8/s72-c/IMG02081-20101028-1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4930621959203248639</id><published>2010-10-27T13:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:56:37.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Gift From Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So when I arrived into work this morning, I received the following email from a coworker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center" color="#000000;" width="50%"&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="80%" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Amanda, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry I missed you on Tuesday.  I left a small presie in your top drawer of your desk – in thanks for all your help and patience in working on my EXO proposal.  It is from a small village in the high Pyrenees of Spain.  Hope you enjoy it – and thanks again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;hr align="center" color="#000000;" width="50%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMhxGH7d2kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T8FaN8ZNW00/s1600/IMG02061-20101027-0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532796492246276674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="unopened" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMhxGH7d2kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T8FaN8ZNW00/s320/IMG02061-20101027-0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMhxGX7usEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fs6tHgWiWDo/s1600/IMG02062-20101027-1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532796496542347330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Chocolate!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMhxGX7usEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fs6tHgWiWDo/s320/IMG02062-20101027-1323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMhxGxROabI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DkScmN-ah6A/s1600/IMG02064-20101027-1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532796503343393202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="chocolate con leche y avellanas" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMhxGxROabI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DkScmN-ah6A/s320/IMG02064-20101027-1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so excited!  Chocolate con leche y avellanas = chocolate with milk and hazelnuts.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Spain!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4930621959203248639?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4930621959203248639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4930621959203248639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4930621959203248639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4930621959203248639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/gift-from-spain.html' title='Gift From Spain'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMhxGH7d2kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T8FaN8ZNW00/s72-c/IMG02061-20101027-0953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-4190512905645072835</id><published>2010-10-26T09:35:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:17:11.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>From My Daughter's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbqrY2hc8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qa_eKUKwycs/s1600/IMG02042-20101024-1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbqrY2hc8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qa_eKUKwycs/s200/IMG02042-20101024-1415.jpg" border="0" alt="Mommy, you're not looking!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532367223397643202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbqrlaRngI/AAAAAAAAAII/-iX-_dJ3ego/s1600/IMG02043-20101024-1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbqrlaRngI/AAAAAAAAAII/-iX-_dJ3ego/s200/IMG02043-20101024-1415.jpg" border="0" alt="Say cheese, Mommy!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532367226768825858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbqr6cG9DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/60YuXHEPdFk/s1600/IMG02044-20101024-1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbqr6cG9DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/60YuXHEPdFk/s200/IMG02044-20101024-1416.jpg" border="0" alt="Celeste's Cup"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532367232413660210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past Sunday we met my sister, brother and his girlfriend, and her parents at Kelley's in League City for lunch.  It was our first time to meet Luwannah's family, and we had a nice time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of Celeste's favorite past times in restaurants (other than checking out every single bathroom every time we enter one) is to take pictures of her surroundings with my cell phone.  This time was no different, and I thought I would post these photos that she's so proud of for everyone else to see.&lt;table align="center" width="420" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsGP8C-jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iXpRF3Q0UGo/s1600/IMG02046-20101024-1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsGP8C-jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iXpRF3Q0UGo/s200/IMG02046-20101024-1417.jpg" border="0" alt="Self Portrait"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532368784372988466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsGZhdHlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oJYRkTQf2RU/s1600/IMG02048-20101024-1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsGZhdHlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oJYRkTQf2RU/s200/IMG02048-20101024-1417.jpg" border="0" alt="Self Portrait"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532368786945810002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsaeeXUPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/P_GkO5QjVrI/s1600/IMG02050-20101024-1421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsaeeXUPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/P_GkO5QjVrI/s200/IMG02050-20101024-1421.jpg" border="0" alt="My Daddy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532369131872407794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsawP3MGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/y8PirZ3kto0/s1600/IMG02051-20101024-1421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbsawP3MGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/y8PirZ3kto0/s200/IMG02051-20101024-1421.jpg" border="0" alt="Uncle Gabe &amp; Luwannah"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532369136643420258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then Mommy had to take a picture of Celeste "hiding."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbtGMbu8BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-i1TE-a2ONI/s1600/IMG02052-20101024-1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbtGMbu8BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-i1TE-a2ONI/s320/IMG02052-20101024-1422.jpg" border="0" alt="If I close my eyes, they can't see me."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532369882943778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-4190512905645072835?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4190512905645072835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=4190512905645072835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4190512905645072835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/4190512905645072835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-my-daughters-eyes.html' title='From My Daughter&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMbqrY2hc8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qa_eKUKwycs/s72-c/IMG02042-20101024-1415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7065804338875825019</id><published>2010-10-25T12:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:17:22.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids fall funny'/><title type='text'>Crocodile Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMW67t9atNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zTPqyk-sRgg/s1600/IMG02038-20101022-1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMW67t9atNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zTPqyk-sRgg/s320/IMG02038-20101022-1656.jpg" border="0" alt="But I'm 5, Mommy!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532033252406768850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Friday, when I picked up Celeste from daycare, she was asking me how old she is.  While driving, I told her she's 4 years old.  Immediately, she began crying.  I mean, heart-wrenching sobs that let you know you've really just hurt her feelings.  When I asked her why she was crying, she said, "But Mommy, Ms. Susan said I'm 45 pounds!  I'm not 4, I'm 5!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then I had to explain to her that our age isn't necessarily what we weigh (thank God).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7065804338875825019?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7065804338875825019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7065804338875825019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7065804338875825019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7065804338875825019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/crocodile-tears.html' title='Crocodile Tears'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMW67t9atNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zTPqyk-sRgg/s72-c/IMG02038-20101022-1656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-2762391637817672773</id><published>2010-10-22T13:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:13:14.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffles and Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So today for lunch, I met my sister, Alicia, at Cafe Express.  After, we went shopping at Kirkland's and I found these &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; pillows that would look &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; on our couches!  The ones I have right now are getting old and a bit worn looking with our toddler.  best of all, these are &lt;b&gt;covered in ruffles!!&lt;/b&gt;  I love them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMHgGqXK6cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9v4qnk1ql00/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMHgGqXK6cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9v4qnk1ql00/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Ruffled Pillows"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530948222442990018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when I text Eric to ask him about purchasing them, his reply was simply this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMHhafCsqOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lqaRDOx1Gew/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 61px; height: 59px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMHhafCsqOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lqaRDOx1Gew/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530949662513342690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's a good thing.  He helps keep my spending in line.  Ha ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-2762391637817672773?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2762391637817672773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=2762391637817672773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2762391637817672773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/2762391637817672773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/ruffles-and-red.html' title='Ruffles and Red'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMHgGqXK6cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9v4qnk1ql00/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-7629306709781280372</id><published>2010-10-22T09:50:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:56:07.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Blooms of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGme114xLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_fEGu72XzZU/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530884866167063730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Coral Vine Covering Angel Trumpets" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGme114xLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_fEGu72XzZU/s200/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGmdkw8OnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aBeeb03j8E4/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530884844403047026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Beautiful Angel Trumpet Hybrid" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGmdkw8OnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aBeeb03j8E4/s200/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGmd3eJhpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eti9s1rtoDA/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530884849424500370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Coral Vine in Bloom" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGmd3eJhpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eti9s1rtoDA/s200/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fall has arrived to southern Texas, bringing it's cool evenings and mid 80s afternoon highs. The bees have been busily working and the blooms are becoming abundant in my backyard. I love opening the blinds and gazing at all of the beautiful colors in the backyard when I'm home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the drawbacks of being in school full-time through the spring, summer and fall is that I haven't been able to devote the amount of time needed to my back beds.  By the time I got around to getting rid of the weeds brought on by last winter, and removing the plants that were killed by the winter frosts and chilling breezes that we were blessed with last year, my &lt;a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/go/2050/" target="_blank"&gt;Coral Vine&lt;/a&gt; had gone wild and was sporting full flushes of blooms.  This isn't a bad thing, however it hosts hundreds of bees every day, working dilligently around the whole vine.  &lt;i&gt;(Yes, I have TONS of seeds and will have many more seedlings this next spring.)&lt;/i&gt;  While pouring mulch in a nearby flowerbed, I made several bees angry and did get chased a few times.  So that flowerbed is off limits to my gardening hands until the vine dies back in the winter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Coral Vine was a gift from my sweet Aunt Cyndi.  I'd received it as a seedling from her one year, and it took off and makes the bakyard absolutely gorgeous every year from Spring through Fall.  Because I haven't been able to keep it trimmed back this year however, it has grown into 3 of my neighbor's backyards, including one's very tall tree.  Yikes.  I hope they don't mind!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGslNPK7fI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lBWVTZVInL8/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGslNPK7fI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lBWVTZVInL8/s200/04.jpg" border="0" alt="Angel Trumpets in the Morning Sun"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530891572596108786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGsmHCS7mI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eLR_ZdjnKmY/s1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGsmHCS7mI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eLR_ZdjnKmY/s200/08.jpg" border="0" alt="Looking Inside the bell-shape on the bloom"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530891588111363682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGslqLHoNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QvR2N5tgYXA/s1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGslqLHoNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QvR2N5tgYXA/s200/06.jpg" border="0" alt="Beautiful Angel Trumpets"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530891580363743442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The long yellow and orange flowers that are hanging in these photos are from some of my Angel Trumpet plants (&lt;a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/search.php?q=brugmansia" target="_blank"&gt;Brugmansia&lt;/a&gt;).  These grow pretty tall like trees, and have beautiful blooms.  They respond very well to lots of general fertilizer, but I haven't been doing that this year.  They still look stunning to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGvWzkGE_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zbbhvpGGS9g/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGvWzkGE_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zbbhvpGGS9g/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt="Tangerine Beauty Crossvine in the Afternoon Sun"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530894623721264114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my evergreen favorites is this &lt;a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/go/56818/" target="_blank"&gt;Tangerine Beauty Crossvine&lt;/a&gt;.  It's full of dark green leaves year-round, and has massive flushes of blooms in the Spring.  It also helps hide some of the car wash next door from our view in the backyard.  One of these days, I may have to cut this one back significantly (if we ever need to get a new fence); but for now, this one is quite stunning and really does the job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMHctBFTNHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eerb7gEGMtk/s1600/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMHctBFTNHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eerb7gEGMtk/s320/09.jpg" border="0" alt="Ruellia Brittoniana"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530944483330569330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I can't leave out one of Celeste's favorites, the &lt;a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/go/133838/" target="_blank"&gt;Ruellia brittoniana&lt;/a&gt; (aka. Katie Blue).  This one grows in small clusters and was also a gift from my sweet Aunt Cyndi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGusZeMgSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KNQvipEFajs/s1600/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGusZeMgSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KNQvipEFajs/s320/07.jpg" border="0" alt="Angel Trumpet"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530893895162691874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's to each of you and your families; I hope you have a wonderful Fall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-7629306709781280372?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7629306709781280372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=7629306709781280372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7629306709781280372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/7629306709781280372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/blooms-of-fall.html' title='Blooms of Fall'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TMGme114xLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_fEGu72XzZU/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-1622893261034791073</id><published>2010-10-18T09:54:00.062-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:26:51.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay, Animals and Germ-X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf5ASZVWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gj0p21YQqy8/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529399875438466402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Posers?" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf5ASZVWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gj0p21YQqy8/s200/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf4fMtMyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRtRpa65qPU/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529399866556232482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Enough with the Huge Sunglasses" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf4fMtMyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRtRpa65qPU/s200/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf5fTIWyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gTzMlceORzw/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529399883763047202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Ready for the parade!" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf5fTIWyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gTzMlceORzw/s200/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past Saturday we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.bcfa.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Brazoria County Fair Association's&lt;/a&gt; Annual Fair Parade, a Taylor family tradition ever since Celeste was born.  We woke her up early in the morning, grabbed donuts and kolaches (&lt;i&gt;ugh, I know, horrible!!&lt;/i&gt;), and made the long drive down to Angleton to get our spots near the beginning.  Celeste was so excited!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf6HQR5hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1uM7d_yCD0g/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529399894488507922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="Cousins Ashlynn and Baby Charity" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf6HQR5hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1uM7d_yCD0g/s200/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf58BFp_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_JRbI2zJHl0/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529399891472001010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Celeste and her cousin Katelyn" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf58BFp_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_JRbI2zJHl0/s200/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was especially thrilled when she found out her cousins were coming to join her.  She knows how to say Katelyn's name the right way, but refuses to do so.  So we kept hearing, "Guys, when is Klay-klyn going to be here?  Is she close yet?"  She was so full of excitement, and when all the girls arrived the parade had just begun.  The firetrucks were &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgWCBmIqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/26HHgXUjRQo/s1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400374121079458" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Cousin Chelsey" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgWCBmIqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/26HHgXUjRQo/s200/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coming by, blaring their syrens (and scaring me to death), and every float that was giving out candy always made their way to Chelsey (who shared her treasures with the others very sweetly).  The girls were loaded with candy and had a blast watching all of the floats go by.  Us parents, however, were getting quite warm as the morning wore on (but hey, I'm not complaining, it was a lot of fun and I got to take pics).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgW20AaCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8V0j0vdW3IE/s1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400388291160098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Wagons and Horses" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgW20AaCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8V0j0vdW3IE/s200/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgWe1KrJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A2VhRrLTFtU/s1600/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400381853576338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Horses" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgWe1KrJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A2VhRrLTFtU/s200/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their favorite part of the parade, hands down, were the horses.  There was one part that had "dancing horses," and they loved those.  Not as neat as the ones in the Friendswood July 4th parade, but still pretty cool!  It seemed there were more horses this year than in years past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the parade, we took the girls to the &lt;a href="http://www.bcfa.org/" target="_blank"&gt;BCFA fair&lt;/a&gt; and wore them out some more.  We like to try to get pictures of all the girls together when we can (which is difficult with so many; I'm sure you can imagine).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgXUpFesI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yPtN6wzUmaY/s1600/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400396298418882" style="display:block; margin:10px auto 0px; text-align:center; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Taylor Cousins" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgXUpFesI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yPtN6wzUmaY/s200/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgfns5QPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3kKUmIfpaXc/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400538853622002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Milking a Cow" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgfns5QPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3kKUmIfpaXc/s200/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgflcoS2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FUW_oX2Uue0/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400538248530786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Milking a Cow" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgflcoS2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FUW_oX2Uue0/s200/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celeste really enjoyed "milking the cow" in this little area that they had set up for the kids.  She did a great job!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she was able to actually pet a real cow that I think was getting ready for judging, and she loved that!  Can you see the amazed look on her face?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgfdrFmSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/e4daLxMDd2Q/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400536161687842" style="display:block; margin:10px auto 0px; text-align:center;WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Petting a Cow" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgfdrFmSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/e4daLxMDd2Q/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgX94tcXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AHiduFmNLAw/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400407369806194" style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Feeding the Petting Zoo Animals" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgX94tcXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AHiduFmNLAw/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxggWftEDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BIo1bWFegJ4/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400551414763570" style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="Riding the Miniature Horses" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxggWftEDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BIo1bWFegJ4/s200/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxghHVu8iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/t31dnTYx7U0/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400564526281250" style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="Fishing" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxghHVu8iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/t31dnTYx7U0/s200/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, I had to send Luwannah a photo of this delicious homemade fudge that we bought at the fair.  She was at the gym and doing cardio in preparation for her show this coming Saturday (2010 NPC Texas State &amp; IFBB Houston Pro in Stafford).  It was delicious!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgnwjPd1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/sfLr66zc7ZQ/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529400678668007250" style="display:block; margin:10px auto 0px; text-align:center; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="Fresh Homemade Fudge!" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxgnwjPd1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/sfLr66zc7ZQ/s200/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-1622893261034791073?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1622893261034791073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=1622893261034791073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1622893261034791073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/1622893261034791073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/hay-animals-and-germ-x.html' title='Hay, Animals and Germ-X'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLxf5ASZVWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gj0p21YQqy8/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-5781825472420580005</id><published>2010-10-15T10:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:04:32.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLh2Gj5mCHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2uHTQvGLUKI/s1600/IMG01865-20101007-2105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLh2Gj5mCHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2uHTQvGLUKI/s200/IMG01865-20101007-2105.jpg" border="0" alt="Coloring"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528298397685385330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the other day, I wasn't feeling very well. I'd left work early to go home and rest, and did so most all of the afternoon. I woke up to find Celeste in the dining room, sitting at our table and coloring these beautiful pictures of flowers that she'd drawn for me.  It was the sweetest thing. Her curls were once again going crazy all around her face, and she was diligently coloring with all of her efforts.  At first, she didn't even notice me standing there.  So I was able to snap a few pictures of her with my cell phone while she was coloring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLh2GQMhC7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/MS6Fk5s5iHA/s1600/IMG01866-20101007-2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLh2GQMhC7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/MS6Fk5s5iHA/s200/IMG01866-20101007-2106.jpg" border="0" alt="Intense"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528298392396041138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLh2F9M7OrI/AAAAAAAAADw/zHdOLMF5mww/s1600/IMG01869-20101007-2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLh2F9M7OrI/AAAAAAAAADw/zHdOLMF5mww/s200/IMG01869-20101007-2110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528298387297483442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, she was so intense!  She sticks her tongue out of her mouth when she's focusing really hard on something.  So cute!  I love the way she looks here.  And then there's that winning smile.  That beautiful, dimpled smile with those dancing eyes and the chipped tooth.  She was so excited to take a photo with me showing her artwork.  I am not ready for her to grow up.  I'm not ready to be the "Mom" who doesn't know anything about anything.  I still want her to be my tiny little baby girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-5781825472420580005?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5781825472420580005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=5781825472420580005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5781825472420580005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5781825472420580005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-colors.html' title='Beautiful Colors'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLh2Gj5mCHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2uHTQvGLUKI/s72-c/IMG01865-20101007-2105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-5704886643670832359</id><published>2010-10-14T09:51:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:38:23.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blanket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pigtails, Thumbs, Blankets and School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLcZLaQsOJI/AAAAAAAAACI/_OMmPlCONgA/s1600/IMG01968-20101013-1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLcZLaQsOJI/AAAAAAAAACI/_OMmPlCONgA/s320/IMG01968-20101013-1822.jpg" border="0" alt="Thumb Sucker"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527914751439157394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the first half of the Fall semester wraps up, Eric and I frequently find ourselves discussing Celeste's education.  What are we going to do?  We are both in school and work full-time, and a move would just add to our already stressed lives.  Neither of us wants our child to go to public school in Alvin either.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been blessed with the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;best daycare provider in the world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.childcarelookup.com/provider.html?id=13428" target="_blank"&gt;Ms. Linda&lt;/a&gt;.  I'd highly recommend her to &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; looking for quality care for their child.  Celeste has known her ABC's since just before she was 2, and at her age of 4 now, she can spell her name, write it out, and spell out words.  She's also writing words and sounding them out, and hasn't even been to Kindergarten nor any Pre-K program.  Ms. Linda &lt;i&gt;does not&lt;/i&gt; use the TV as a babysitter; she's amazing.  After being so spoiled, how are we going to find an educational program that will encourage our daughter to excel?  So the search is on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLcZLmyWowI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SvWNhNEpsk4/s1600/IMG01969-20101013-1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLcZLmyWowI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SvWNhNEpsk4/s320/IMG01969-20101013-1822.jpg" border="0" alt="Cute Smiles"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527914754801574658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things I'm not looking forward to when she does start school next year is dealing with her having to say goodbye to her pink satin blanket.  She's had the blanket since she was born; I used to wrap her in it tightly like a burrito and she would play with the satin and rub it in between her tiny fingers.  Then it quickly became the blanket in her left hand, and her right thumb in her mouth.  &lt;i&gt;(Yes, braces are in our future for sure.)&lt;/i&gt;  We've slowly began taking the blanket away for small durations of time, but need to be more proactive about doing that often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked into the dining area yesterday to find her in her usual spot; feet tucked under, blanket in left hand (can't see in the picture), right thumb in mouth and watching a movie on her laptop.  For a moment, I just stared at her.  This beautiful angel has been entrusted to me.  The thought is overwhelming, and I really want to make her proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-5704886643670832359?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5704886643670832359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=5704886643670832359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5704886643670832359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/5704886643670832359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/pigtails-thumbs-blankets-and-school.html' title='Pigtails, Thumbs, Blankets and School'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLcZLaQsOJI/AAAAAAAAACI/_OMmPlCONgA/s72-c/IMG01968-20101013-1822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-6117968257010100506</id><published>2010-10-10T23:17:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:42:32.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Madness</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I get this incredible urge to fill the house with the savory smells of baking around this time of the year. Well, it started again this past Saturday. And I had a little helper this time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526638551470753042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The Chefs" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLKQey5kxRI/AAAAAAAAABo/EwaL3og3ei4/s320/IMG01880-20101009-1349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time it was all said and done, we'd made over 50 cupcakes; half were strawberry cupcakes with cream cheese icing and the other half were chocolate cupcakes with chocolate cream cheese icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526638995974132354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Un-iced Cupcakes" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLKQ4qzcEoI/AAAAAAAAABw/5kGiwkPFXJ0/s320/IMG01898-20101009-1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Afterwards, I had a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of icing left and to much chagrin, I tossed the remains out. It was so hard to do!!!  And of course, I've given away about half of them so far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526639198288158146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Leftover Cream Cheese Icing" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLKREce3HcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0wW4i0zBAkc/s320/IMG01900-20101009-1843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this morning, while getting Celeste ready for &lt;a href="http://www.firstchurch.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;, she couldn't resist licking the icing (after being told not to because she hadn't had anything healthy yet and was refusing to eat anything healthy). So I came in and found those dancing blue eyes staring up at me with the "deer in headlights" look. When I asked her what happened to those two cupcakes, she immediately began searching for a plausible explanation. After many "Uuuuumm's" and "Uhhhhhh's," I finally got the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mommy, I think my finger must have done it. Yeah, and I think it was an accident, so it's okay.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526639789664002754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The Evidence" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLKRm3h2YsI/AAAAAAAAACA/ADNhFeRbl-0/s320/IMG01906-20101010-1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain moments in a mother's life when you just can't keep a straight face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-6117968257010100506?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6117968257010100506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=6117968257010100506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6117968257010100506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/6117968257010100506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/cupcake-madness.html' title='Cupcake Madness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TLKQey5kxRI/AAAAAAAAABo/EwaL3og3ei4/s72-c/IMG01880-20101009-1349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785757199876621555.post-20258858589685339</id><published>2010-10-08T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:18:27.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Amazing Fall</title><content type='html'>So in an attempt to succumb to the "soccer mom" enigma with which I've been labeled (thanks, Alicia), this is my attempt to join the craze of blogging moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TK9p-sZM03I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zoVZ5-ne0Bo/s1600/CKT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525751793596552050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="Beautiful Gardener" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TK9p-sZM03I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zoVZ5-ne0Bo/s320/CKT.jpg" border="2" bordercolor="#000000" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While going through some old photos today, I came across one of Celeste when she was just about a year old, perhaps a few months past. As you can see, she has her hands in the dirt with those wispy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; curls wrapping around her porcelain cheeks and her long eyelashes cover her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt; blue eyes as she intensely focuses all of her efforts on helping me "pull weeds" (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Liriope&lt;/span&gt;). I remember this day very well. It was a beautiful afternoon, one of those perfect ones that just screams at you to throw your hands in the dirt. As I was on my way out the back door, Celeste saw me and hurriedly grabbed her Dora clogs and rushed outside to be with me. How I miss those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was another one of those amazing mornings that we've been having. The kind where it's chilly enough to need a light coat for the ride to work, but full of bright sunshine and the smell of Fall. I must say, Fall and Spring are my favorite seasons of the year. There's something about them that just screams, "Amazing!"  I can't wait to get back out in the yard with my Little Gardener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785757199876621555-20258858589685339?l=amandajtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/20258858589685339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785757199876621555&amp;postID=20258858589685339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/20258858589685339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785757199876621555/posts/default/20258858589685339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandajtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazing-fall.html' title='Amazing Fall'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453132569663306194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWBbRku9DKo/TbCWsb9jxlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XXAb6to-JWc/s220/2011-04-21-09.20.23b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm98d1piRlQ/TK9p-sZM03I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zoVZ5-ne0Bo/s72-c/CKT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
