<?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-4502991134673106181</id><updated>2012-03-06T07:53:12.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoot's Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>"But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD." Joshua 24:15</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-559616090637743494</id><published>2012-02-28T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T15:21:45.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>My how time flies... one year ago today the Lambert family of three met our sweet sweet Wawa. It was not at all the day I had dreamed about for 4 years... I woke up that morning and put on the outfit I had planned on wearing months before we even packed. I seriously asked Lambert if I should wear the pearls or if that might be too much. He thought it was too much. I changed the outfit because it was too hot. I did and redid my hair... the humidity was terrible, much like Houston. We were picked up by our driver and guide around 2:00pm and on our way to the civil affairs office where we along with 5 or 6 other families would meet our children. We packed the camera and the video recorder. I had every trick in my bag as far as snacks and goodies for our sweet girl. I had heard that the first introduction could be difficult so I was armed. I was certain that those mothers that experienced difficulties were just doing something wrong. I had already prepared the music that would accompany our slide show that we would post on youtube later that afternoon. All the families gathered in anticipation to meet their new additions. The excitement and nervousness was thick. I instructed our guide on how to used the video recorder and Lambert's job was to take good pics with the new camera I purchased the day before we left for China (not a good idea if your planning your packing list now). Wawa was the first to come out of the room. She was wearing a red and yellow sweat suit and she was held by a young woman with long dark hair. I approached her slowly and held out my hands. Hoot was by my side. Wawa looked confused and scared. So did Hoot. Lambert was snapping away and Becky our guide was obediently filming this monumental family moment. I realized quickly that this wasn't going to be pretty and that I had better get out the goodie bag. I took her from the young woman's arms and proceeded to try to calm her down. She was screaming in my ear so loud that I couldn't even think straight. Her breath was the worst I had ever smelled. She was soaking wet from sweat and so I was I. I looked around the room unsure of how much time had passed and realized everyone was staring at us. I felt the pressure to get it together. Becky was still filming and I politely asked her to turn the camera off while I fumbled through my bag of tricks.. Hoot was by my side offering her dolls and snacks. He was such a trooper. Becky was still filming when I lost it and ordered her in my loudest obnoxious American voice to turn the damn thing off!!! I could feel all the eyes on me and I just wanted to hide. I also felt Lambert's concern. I knew something was very wrong and I could see in his face that he was not doing so good. The room must have been 100 degrees. I was not at all concerned with what I was wearing anymore. All the other families were counseled by their orphanage representatives but we were there alone with this screaming child. For about 30 minutes we were left alone. Lambert went searching for our guide or someone to assist us. Finally after about 45 minutes our guide returned and Lambert discussed some of our concerns. We were not told about some of Wawa's physical needs. We were completely caught off guard. We sat in the room with this terrified child and our son absolutely sick. Everyone left with their new happy children while we waited and waited for answers. The civil affairs official suggested that we not sign the adoption certificate and take Libbie to an independent western doctor the next day. We agreed and took her back to our hotel. She would have nothing to do with me and clung to Lambert for dear life. In our original paperwork the orphanage staff described Wawa. In their description they defined her as a child that "enjoyed crying". I remember thinking what a cruel description. We learned that day and in the days following that description fit her perfectly!!! She wouldn't stop. There wasn't much we could do to console her once she got started. I felt helpless. I couldn't hold her or even be in the same room with her or she would start and not stop. Lambert was on his own and not doing so well. We spent the next day in Guangzhou with Wawa waiting and waiting for the "most famous western orthopedic doctor" to see us. We waited about 9 hours in a hot crowded hospital waiting room with 10,000 other people. We were finally called to his office. We were surrounded by about 30 other parents in a 10x10 room when we heard his opinion. He suggested that we not adopt Wawa. His expert opinion was that she would never walk unassisted or feed or dress herself. She would need the expert medical care that the orphanage staff could provide for her. He did not think we would be able to meet her physical needs and there would be another baby girl more sutiable for our family. I don't think I have ever felt more alone in my life. I knew at that moment we would be coming home without our daughter. I knew it. I hadn't talked to anyone in my family or friends. I had no words from the moment we met her. I literally could not talk about it. Our small family unit was 6000 miles away from anything familiar facing a critical decision that had to be made. My eyes were almost swollen shut I had cried so much. Hoot was so good. He was on his very best behavior. He was selfless and helpful. He tried to entertain her and assist us any way he could. I questioned why we ever brought him with us. This poor girl demanded so much and the conversations Lambert and I had were not ones wanted to have in front of our 6 year old son. It was hell. We were so very tired and hopeless. We would wait until Hoot would fall asleep and then spend hours talking. Lambert and I made the decision that we would send Wawa back to the orphanage the next morning. I had prayed earlier that evening that if it was God's will for us to bring her home He would have to orchestrate it through Lambert. I could not manipulate him or nag him into a decision. It would have to come from him. So when Lambert said we would take her back I agreed. My heart was broken. At this point I had only held her briefly at the civil affairs office. she wouldn't make eye contact with me and I had to leave the room for her to go to sleep. We called our adoption agency and told them that we would not be coming home with Libbie and to please make arrangements to get us out of China ASAP. I called my family and best friend and made arrangements to be picked up from the airport in 2 days. We prayed some more and looked at scripture together and then we both fell asleep. I remember waking up at some point and lying there in the quiet thinking I just can't believe this is happening to us... I can't see what God is doing. Why did he bring us here to leave without her? Was this not his will for us to begin with? I had so many questions! We still had jet lag so at about 3AM I awoke to Lambert standing over her crib crying. He didn't know I was awake. He was talking to her so sweetly. I tried not to make a sound. He was heartbroken. He finally asked me if I was awake and I said yes. We talked quietly and asked again why this was happening to us... then he said, "why not us?" Why would God bring us around the world for us to return home without her? We both knew it was God's will. She was our daughter no matter what... he told me to hurry up and call the agency back to tell them we were bringing our daughter home with us. We never went back to sleep. It was such a sweet time for us as a couple. Our children were both asleep and we were a family of four. When Wawa woke up that morning she looked at Lambert and her first words were "Baba" which is Daddy... God is so faithful. We saw what he was doing when we trusted him. We both had immediate peace that he would see us through any challenges... and he has. The days that followed were not easy and she still wouldn't have anything to do with me while in China, but we were at such peace with our decision. Looking back over this past year we have seen how mighty God is. Wawa has impacted so many with her fighting spirit. There is nothing she won't do. She has blessed our family beyond measure. In many ways it seems like she just came home, but it also feels like she has always been with us. I am so thankful we didn't listen to our flesh... all the fears and what if's that almost brought us home without her... Fear is not from God. He says Fear Not!! It's impossible to fear not without Him. i thank God everyday for his ever present help in time of need. I'm also so thankful to everyone who prayed for us while we were in China. I've heard people say they could feel the prayers, but we really could! It was amazing. I have never had so many comments on my blog. Everyone was so very supportive and we could feel it.So in honor of our first official family day.... we will have our cake and eat it too! Hoot is baking now!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6793369650/" title="lib by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7061/6793369650_98a2b8a324_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="lib"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6793369660/" title="DSC_0549 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7180/6793369660_a980008518_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_0549"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This looks like it could be a smile... it's not. she was just catching her breath so she could start up again... that is snot and tears all over her face.. it might have helped if I would have scooted back out of her space!!  she held tight to the only two objects she came to us with. We still have them in her little box. We took it out the other day and she said, "don't cry" she remembered.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6793369662/" title="DSC_0544 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7177/6793369662_d7722ce28b_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_0544"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamberts eyes are closed to keep from gagging over her breath. I don't think she had ever seen a tooth brush... however she has beautiful teeth and fresh breath now!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907397907/" title="DSC_9819 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7185/6907397907_ae8052880b_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9819"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lambert said today, it's funny when you find yourself in a dark and scary place how hard it is to see the way out or what good will come... time does indeed fly and once you're through the storm clouds the good that came becomes clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-559616090637743494?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/559616090637743494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-year.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/559616090637743494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/559616090637743494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-year.html' title='ONE YEAR!!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1610384814562185384</id><published>2012-02-24T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T19:28:15.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under ansthesia in the morning... racing in the afternoon</title><content type='html'>Libs had her pins removed and casts changed Wednesday morning.... she is usually a happy little patient, but not this time. We're not sure what happened, but the child turned CRAZY on us. She was combative and angry before she went back to have her pins removed and she was the same way when she came out and hour later!!! We have never witnessed anything like it. We wondered where our girl went and more importantly when she would return. It took about an hour before the angry drug wore off and she was back to herself. Once it wore off she was READY to shop for those red shoes she has talked about for the last month. She watched the movie Matilda and fell head over heels for red shoes. Around that same time she saw that her big girl friend Miss Kate also had a pair of red shoes... it was her mission to find those shoes. We promised her that when she had her cast removed we would go shoe shopping and find some red shoes. This proved to be a difficult task... we searched high and low for red shoes that would fir her new AFO.. The AFO is much slimmer than her last pair, but it is still difficult to find shoes that are deep enough to accommodate the brace. Mary Janes are hard because the straps don't reach far enough across over the brace to be secured properly. We found one pair of ITALIAN shoes that worked (we were told these were great with AFO's) but they weren't available in red. We ended up with a cute pair of pink Converse... she loved them and we came home and ordered the red mary janes from Zappos. they should arrive in a few days. Best of all they were on sale!!@!@ So, we returned home around 3:00 and after a very short nap she was ready to head outdoors. The weather has been warm the last few days so we took full advantage of it. She was in her Nascar and off to the races. She is using her walker to get reacquainted with walking. Her little muscles are very weak so she is learning to walk all over again. With her strong will and determination I'm sure it won't take long and she will ditch the yellow walker and be back to her normal self! Just before the angry meds kicked in&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6781274930/" title="DSC_9884 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7204/6781274930_bceca6e95d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_9884"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6781274904/" title="DSC_9929 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7183/6781274904_f77cc5efa0_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_9929"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6781274910/" title="DSC_9931 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7054/6781274910_a37d1a7141_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_9931"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's back!!! One year ago tomorrow we boarded a plane to head to China@!!! Hard to beleive it's been a year! What an amazing year it's been. We have been so very blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1610384814562185384?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1610384814562185384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/under-ansthesia-in-morning-racing-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1610384814562185384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1610384814562185384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/under-ansthesia-in-morning-racing-in.html' title='Under ansthesia in the morning... racing in the afternoon'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8650656816691064875</id><published>2012-02-19T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T20:12:01.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>I've really come to love photography. Since Libbie has been home I have found myself taking the kids out for photo shoots, enrolling in online photography and editing classes and taking photos for other families. I have been praying for several months for God to show me if this is something I should pursue. I have a part time job working from home that I is working out great, but I have a need to create. I enjoy decorating, but don't think I'm talented enough to make a living doing it. I've always loved to paint with all mediums, and I have grown to love photography and the art of editing. Many times I do nothing, because I'm afraid... afraid to fail, afraid of rejection, afraid of commitment, afraid of what people might say, afraid of competition, afraid afraid afraid.... but what does his word say about fear.Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand Romans 8:15 The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” It was through much prayer and bible study that I felt lead to start a very small part time business. It was also through his word that I came up with the name.&amp;nbsp; illuminate photographyEph 5:13 But everything exposed by the light becomes visible—and everything that is illuminated becomes a light. It's amazing to me what light can do for an image. It can transform a photo from blah to beautiful. I love light and airy photos. I also love that God illuminates his word through the holy spirit so that I can understand what he wants me to see and ultimately do!Webster defines illuminate this way: To make light; to throw light on; to supply with light, literally or figuratively; to brighten.bible.org defines illuminate this way:Illumination can be defined as “the special ministry of the Holy Spirit whereby He enlightens men so they can comprehend the written Word of God.” I wrestled with a name for a long time. I didn't want a cute name or an edgy name. I'm very traditional and almost just went with my name, but when I came across illuminate... I knew I had the name. I actually had business cards and some marketing design done last week. This morning during church our pastor must have used the word illuminate a dozen times. Lambert and I looked at each other and knew that illuminate was an answer to prayer. All the what ifs and fear that I have all come from my head. I have to cling to what i know and that's the promises of his word. I don't know successful this business will be or if it will take off at all, but I have a peace about moving forward so that's what I will do. One step (click)&amp;nbsp;at a time in faith. I thought I would share my first little marketing flyer... I will probably still tweak it, but I love the colors.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907351541/" title="Spring_Fling_Marketing by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7054/6907351541_9f852ae7de_z.jpg" width="494" height="640" alt="Spring_Fling_Marketing"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907351559/" title="Spring_Fling_Front by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7063/6907351559_f5cb16e97b_z.jpg" width="640" height="464" alt="Spring_Fling_Front"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907351565/" title="Spring_FLing_Back_1 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7179/6907351565_4380bd9396_z.jpg" width="640" height="464" alt="Spring_FLing_Back_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907399691/" title="DSC_9795 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7068/6907399691_f9acf04b1d_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9795"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907399433/" title="DSC_9809 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7043/6907399433_9572dc3801_z.jpg" width="555" height="640" alt="DSC_9809"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love his toes&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907399193/" title="DSC_9844 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7196/6907399193_e4a151f6f3_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_9844"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907398825/" title="DSC_9847 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7058/6907398825_195aa984f9_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9847"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907398707/" title="DSC_9872 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7209/6907398707_d97862c06d_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9872"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907397907/" title="DSC_9819 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7185/6907397907_ae8052880b_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9819"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907398243/" title="DSC_9828 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7058/6907398243_5194d4e753_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_9828"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907397613/" title="DSC_9814 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7047/6907397613_a845b631c2_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_9814"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6907398485/" title="DSC_9866 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7210/6907398485_607ec1e504_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9866"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this little dress in Indiana at an antique store. Its very light and gauzy and I really hoped it would fit her. I just know it used to belong to a little amish girl... or so I can dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8650656816691064875?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8650656816691064875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8650656816691064875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8650656816691064875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1595769852734973382</id><published>2012-02-17T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T19:53:36.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration and a Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6894609083/" title="3283928769_7416eb3a4c by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7179/6894609083_d8b4ff1fdf.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="3283928769_7416eb3a4c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not my photo, but I love it. I think it's from here   http://atimeforeverythingjournal.blogspot.com/I love to entertain. I love to cook and prepare. I love the company and the fellowship. When Lambert and I first married he could not understand this love. He hated the prep work (mad cleaning frenzy coupled with many breakdowns and usually followed by tears from exhaustion). However, we have both changed a lot over the years. I don't panic near as much as I used to. This comes from experience. People don't care if your house has a little dust or if every project hasn't been crossed off your to-do list. My kitchen has been a work in progress for almost 6 years now. We finally got around to removing all the wallpaper and painting, but it still needs work. I have learned that friends just like to be invited to come and eat and laugh. When we purchased this home I knew it was the perfect house for entertaining. It needed some TLC, but it's a great house for friends. We don't have a pool (so so sad) or fancy furniture, nor a big screen tv!!(sorry Lambert) but most of our friends comment that we have a very warm house that just feels comfortable. I think that's the best compliment a host can receive. So my good friend Kim... recently hosted a dinner party for a few friends. It's been a while since we had invited more than just a couple or two over so I decided it was time. I started thinking about the guest list and what I would cook and before I knew it, I had a full blown dinner party planned. In typical Shirley fashion... I haven't started preparing... it's tomorrow evening. My house looks like a train crashed right through the kitchen, down the hall to the bedrooms pulling every stitch of dirty laundry onto the floors... I haven't gone grocery shopping (now Houston is having torrential down pours and flash flooding warnings that should last through Sunday!) Good thing Lambert has a truck!! Luckily (not lucky that she is sick) we were supposed to have dinner with Nana tonight but she isn't feeling well so we will be dragging our littles to the grocery,flower,home improvement, discount stores this evening. Lambert is such a good sport. i'm certain he will have two crowns in heaven... i'm so looking forward to shopping with him tonight. he knows shrimp and I haven't a clue. I would end up with frozen cocktail shrimp if it were up to me. the party is sure to be a success. I have a plan and a fun game. I'm making a fabulous dish and home made pralines... how could anything go wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1595769852734973382?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1595769852734973382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/inspiration-and-dinner-party.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1595769852734973382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1595769852734973382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/inspiration-and-dinner-party.html' title='Inspiration and a Dinner Party'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8595159106128037766</id><published>2012-02-15T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T05:34:59.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Wild and Crazy</title><content type='html'>So I have been known to be a little modest, maybe even uptight. But last night after a great dinner and a glass of wine... I was feeling a little loose and free spirited. We had a sitter for the kiddos and Lambert made reservations at a wonderful restaurant. We laughed and reminisced about 14 years of Valentines Day pasts and reflected on this past year. If you remember what we did last year, it involved a new Simple Human trash can for our kitchen. I swooned over it for months and Lambert came through for me on Valentines! We had a nice dinner with Owen and then we made our way to The Container Store to the sratch and dent section and there she was in all her glory!! 70% OFF. It's hard to top an evening such as that! So last night was very sweet... okay romantic. AND then...Lambert and I did something I swore I would NEVER EVER do. I've seen it done and scoffed at people that do take part in this activity. People have been doing it for years, mostly young hip people. I'm sure there is even a name for the position. (I wouldn't know because I'm not young or hip) but we talked about it over dinner and then went straight home and did it.... I wonder if I should even post this for the blog world to see..my dad reads this blog sometimes. Are you ready??I would never do this in public so we had to go home for this.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6880756985/" title="DSC02902 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7069/6880756985_28dd945419_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="DSC02902"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice here we even switched places... very edgey...&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6880758279/" title="DSC02911 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7068/6880758279_c74aaebab4_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="DSC02911"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this the reach around self portrait. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6880757319/" title="DSC02905 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7187/6880757319_0df51ca952_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="DSC02905"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promise we weren't drunk we just look like it. We cracked up doing this and there are some very ugly pictures that resulted, but we had so much fun.  I have to say these shots were taken with a crummy point and shoot camera and the images have not been edited or touched in anyway. i'm sure you were wondering how we acheived such awsome shots!!!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6880757641/" title="DSC02908 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7176/6880757641_8ee9b9dcc3_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="DSC02908"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6880758629/" title="DSC02921 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7047/6880758629_7b923ecddf_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="DSC02921"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know... were living on the wildside these days and we just get crazier every year! You should try this for yourself if you haven't already. Happy Valentines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8595159106128037766?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8595159106128037766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-wild-and-crazy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8595159106128037766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8595159106128037766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-wild-and-crazy.html' title='Valentines Wild and Crazy'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7218117841413291543</id><published>2012-02-11T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T18:06:34.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintery Night</title><content type='html'>We haven't seen much of a winter here in Houston. We've had a lot of rain the past few weeks, but it doesn't get too cold. This morning we awoke to temps in the 40's. Hoot had a basketball game at 11:00 and he actually wore Under Armer under his uniform. When we got home he just wanted to soak in a hot bath. We decided tonight would be a family night. Family nights consists of cooking together, possibly a family game and then a movie. I asked Hoot what he thought we should make for dinner and he said, "grilled cheese and tomato soup!" YUMMY. Perfect for a cold evening. He doesn't eat tomato soup, but he will eat my creamy tomato basil (sorta,just a few bites). So we did just that. We headed to the grocery store for fresh tomatoes, basil and a loaf of french bread. After a short nap, we all gathered in the kitchen to prepare supper. Even the Doll took part in the prep work. She loves to stir and stir and stir and stir... anything... so I gave her a large bowl and a whisk and she went to town stirring the cream for the soup. Hoot and I cooked the tomatoes in olive oil and garlic and he helped prepare the butter/oil mixture for the grilled cheese. In December I wanted to make a quick soup a couple days before Christmas for my sister and I to snack on while we wrapped, cooked and prepared for Christmas day. I have made tomato basil soup a million times, but I thought I would try something new. So, I started pulling ingredients from the pantry and this is what I came up with... it is toooooo die for (not a low fat soup, but so yummy) &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6859785863/" title="DSC_9699 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7196/6859785863_c9fcf59064_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_9699"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6859786393/" title="DSC_9715 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7205/6859786393_545832b2f0_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9715"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6859786119/" title="DSC_9718 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7188/6859786119_376558487b_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9718"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 Roma tomatoes 2 garlic cloves good olive oil 3 sprigs fresh basil (chopped fine)2 tbls Worcestershire 1 box beef broth 1 package light cream cheese (softened) 1 cup whipping cream or half &amp;amp; half 1/2 stick butter saute the tomatoes in the garlic and olive oil add the worcestershire and beef broth then use a bullet to puree the tomatoes mix in the cream cheese and simmer for 30 minutes add in the basil, cream and butter and simmer on low for 30 more minutes. serve hot and top with shave parmesan cheese. ENJOY!! It's great with a salad or severed with gushy grilled cheese sandwiches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7218117841413291543?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7218117841413291543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/wintery-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7218117841413291543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7218117841413291543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/wintery-night.html' title='Wintery Night'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6539643363329361957</id><published>2012-02-09T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:49:22.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Granna is cooler than your Granna</title><content type='html'>I consider myself a virtuoso in the LEGO arena. I have dedicated many hours researching the orgin of the privately held company based in Billund Denmark. I have bid and been outbid on EBAY many a late night... trying to score that hard to find Frankenstein mini figure. I have purchased EVERY minifgure collectible package that Target stocked trying to complete the latest collector series! This mom knows the difference between a Bioncile and a Sizler... I know every licensed theme from Star Wars to Toy Story and all the other 13 themes in between... I could go on... However, I was not aware that a Lego Brick Bible existed... If I knew this, I can tell you I would be the coolest mom EVER... but I did not... GRANNA found it. I don't know what super power she possess that guided her to this most awesome gift known to mankind (or at least to boys ages 5-13)!! I would like to have just a little of her super natural wisdom that leads her to such amazing gifts. She is probably the best gift giver I know. She seems to always find the PERFECT item for whomever the receiver is. I have been the recipient of such great gifts. I think she has reached the top, with the Lego Brick Bible. I don't think this can be outdone. thank you Granna for making Hoots Day! This was a baptism gift that he will cherish for years to come. I'm thrilled that he will spend (hours, days, months) in the Old Testament learning scripture that he can hide in is heart and have fun doing so. I think this is GENIUS!! &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6846938327/" title="DSC_9687 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6846938327_0eff8d5d3b_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9687"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6846937879/" title="DSC_9688 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6846937879_0d1b0e23c0_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9688"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6846937529/" title="DSC_9689 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6846937529_21e02c1446_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9689"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6846936889/" title="DSC_9691 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6846936889_63a328010a_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9691"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6846936693/" title="DSC_9692 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6846936693_a72074e2bb_z.jpg" width="640" height="555" alt="DSC_9692"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6539643363329361957?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6539643363329361957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-granna-is-cooler-than-your-granna.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6539643363329361957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6539643363329361957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-granna-is-cooler-than-your-granna.html' title='My Granna is cooler than your Granna'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-669120131055794465</id><published>2012-02-06T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:14:07.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Energy</title><content type='html'>I might have a touch of spring fever. We haven't had a winter to speak of here in Houston, which isn't unusual. I've felt a little couped up and haven't been able to put my finger on it, until... yesterday. My friend over at 3 Peanuts http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/ hit the nail on the head. I'm ready for change. Lambert and I have been married 14 years and we have lived in 5 different houses in those years. We built a house, purchased another house and re- modeled and then moved again to our current house to do the same. It's been 5 years and I feel that urge to re-do. We're much like a gypsy family. The housing market in Houston, much like the rest of the country is in the ditch. There are homes in our very small neighborhood that have been listed for 2+ years... I absolutely love our home and could live here forever. It's the perfect size for us. It was built in 1949 and it has sooo much character. However, we are on the opposite side of town from EVERYTHING. We live in a smallish suburb so it's not a long drive to get places, it's just not convenient. (I'm not whining either). I've shared before that I would love to pack up and move to Indiana (TODAY). I have longed to live on a small piece of farm land in an old farm house and watch my kiddos romp under the big shade trees and get lost in the corn fields. It doesn't help that my parents retired there about 8 years ago. Izzy's acres  http://izzysacres.blogspot.com I look at REALTOR.COM daily... (this also doesn't help all my nervous move energy). I love houses. I love to look at house magazines and I love stalking HAR just to see the interiors of local homes on the market. I inherited this passion from my Grandma Sally. She introduced me to my first decor ting magazine in 1997. I still have the magazine. i haven't put them down since. I love architecture and landscaping. My favorites are the kitchen and bathroom. I pour over details. I'm so thankful for the internet. Sometimes you can't see details in the magazines. I love that I can blow up a photo from the web and see every detail. Kim posted some photos yesterday from Houzz and I immediately went to the designer's webpage to see more. I am smitten with this home. If was ever to have an affair... I would be just like Bunny Williams... it would be with a house.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6830267731/" title="image15big by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6830267731_949b75a69c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="image15big"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6830267443/" title="163114817723576414_Wi2Qj15u_c by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6830267443_8c93b76e08.jpg" width="500" height="330" alt="163114817723576414_Wi2Qj15u_c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the sink in this kitchen. It's a salvage find... even better!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6830267655/" title="image13big by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6830267655_4f3d68f4e4.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="image13big"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6830267547/" title="image8big by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6830267547_80df522a99.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="image8big"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad created a similar bathroom for my step mom... he could so build this for me. Lambert bought an old clawfoot tub years ago. It's been re-finished and is just waiting for me to use it. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6830267835/" title="image18big by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6830267835_86dfb7742d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="image18big"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6830267935/" title="image23big by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6830267935_26bf04d743.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="image23big"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-669120131055794465?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/669120131055794465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/creative-energy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/669120131055794465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/669120131055794465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/creative-energy.html' title='Creative Energy'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4083066939076978044</id><published>2012-01-30T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:15:25.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoot's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a very big day for The Lambert family. Last fall Hoot started talking about becoming a Christian and what it meant to be a follower of Jesus Christ. He would ask a few questions and then drop it for a while. He once compared Jesus to Superman... they both could fly when they wanted to... we decided he was still a little immature to comprehend salvation and decided not to push the conversations. In October he started asking again. He was persistent that we tell him what it meant and how he could become a follower of Jesus. The very first prayer I prayed over my son was that God would call him to himself and that Hoot would indeed ask Christ into his heart and follow him whole heartedly. I prayed that he would be sold out for Christ and that he would be unashamed of his relationship with Christ. I prayed this over him when the nurse placed him in my arms after he was released from a short stay in the NICU. (I also prayed for the woman he would someday marry) This was not a decision we as parents could make for our son. We committed to raise him in a christian home and teach him Godly principles, but the ultimate decision to accept what Christ did on the cross and choose to make him Lord of his life was his... We still weren't sure he was ready to make this commitment. He is only 7 years old. We still have a lot discipling to do with him, but he understands that he is indeed a sinner and that the only way to God is through Jesus.John 14: 6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.We were very proud parents as we watched our son&amp;nbsp;acknowledge his salvation in baptism. This was a very important step of obedience in his spiritual walk. After churhc we took him out for lunch and presented him with his very own big boy bible.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6793098299/" title="DSC_9074 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6793098299_d10ee29f8b.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="DSC_9074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6793098317/" title="DSC_9075 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6793098317_cd5a38d462.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="DSC_9075"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tears were flowing... I was trying to hold back, but they just kept coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4083066939076978044?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4083066939076978044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoots-baptism.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4083066939076978044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4083066939076978044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoots-baptism.html' title='Hoot&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8693912997152886594</id><published>2012-01-24T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:24:22.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year from Wawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6750433169/" title="DSC_8784 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6750433169_cc8a2c72f1.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8784"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6750432623/" title="DSC_8798 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6750432623_6e2d642a79.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="DSC_8798"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6750433515/" title="DSC_8819 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6750433515_01c3872ab6.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8819"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8693912997152886594?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8693912997152886594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year-from-wawa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8693912997152886594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8693912997152886594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year-from-wawa.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year from Wawa'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3652005441218249892</id><published>2012-01-23T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:46:33.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Kevin Leman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6749827201/" title="9780800719029 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6749827201_a36ea15450.jpg" width="257" height="400" alt="9780800719029"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ever have the opportunity to hear Dr. Kevin Leman speak...don't miss it!http://www.drleman.com/store/   Dr. Leman has been at our church speaking on marriage, children, "perfection" etc. We have been in stitches and in tears. I have read a couple of his books and loved them. He is an awesome Godly man with so much wisdom to share. We left last night so encouraged and Lambert and I talked into the early hours this morning. Dr. Leman asked us to think about the kindest thing our spouse had ever done for us... and then to share it with them later that evening. It's funny how I had forgotten what Lambert thought was the most special thing I had ever done for him. Likewise the most special things he had done for me didn't seem that big to him. It's the little things we do for our spouses that matter so much. Dr. Leman talked about "winning in marriage" some of us keep score and want to one up the other. For instance if Lambert told someone we went to the movies last Friday, and it was really Saturday, I don't need to interupt and correct him." I hear couples do this often and to tell you the truth we used to do that early in our marriage. Neither win, when were constancly correcting and pointing out flaws in each other. I can't wait to go back this evening to hear about having a new kid by Friday... I've read this book and boy did it work with Hoot. Dr. Leman offers pratical biblical truths for raising kiddos. If you're at your witts end with arguing and repeating yourself over and over... this is a must read. My sweeties!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6733739977/" title="DSC_8641 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6733739977_7f1d23a1a9.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="DSC_8641"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6733739485/" title="DSC_8643 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7025/6733739485_8c37c01df9.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8643"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings, SAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3652005441218249892?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3652005441218249892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/dr-kevin-leeman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3652005441218249892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3652005441218249892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/dr-kevin-leeman.html' title='Dr. Kevin Leman'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6813607839324499740</id><published>2012-01-17T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:31:11.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Photo Session</title><content type='html'>I was fortunate to shoot a graduating senior from my church a few weeks back. I felt very blessed to shoot this kid. He has accomplished so much in the last 6 months. You may recognize him from Dateline http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/video/400-pound-teen-opts-gastric-bypass-14469393. We have had the blessing to get to know Nick and his family through our church. They are such a sweet sweet family and have really been a blessing to us. Libbie immediately bonded with Nick when we came home from China. Nick's mom works in our church nursery and Libbie decided to like her too (i think because Nick liked her). Nick's mom arranged meals for us after Libbie's last surgery. We had enough food to feed the neighborhood and it was very much appreciated. I really want to start a part time photography business, so I asked Nick to be my model... He obliged and so did his mom and brother. They were such a fun family to shoot and we had a great time. Nick is on the swim team at his high school so I'm going to get some water shots in the next couple of weeks. I just wanted to share these with my photography friends. All of you have been very encouraging and have given me some awesome tips, advice and pointers. Who knows where this will lead, but I have been praying for months for God to open a door for me. As you know I have a love of the camera and I just felt I might be able to do this! So I'm taking appointments and starting out REALLY cheap! If you know of anyone looking for family photos, senior portraits, engagement photos, birth announcements etc... send them my way if they are in the Houston area. (they have to be okay working with a rookie) I love they way these turned out. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717260975/" title="DSC_8230 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6717260975_3c07dedb63.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="DSC_8230"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717261741/" title="Copy of DSC_8241 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6717261741_5676fb88d1.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Copy of DSC_8241"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717263085/" title="DSC_8406 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6717263085_699cd2d172.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_8406"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717263277/" title="DSC_8431 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6717263277_d0491b5a90.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_8431"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717262861/" title="Copy of DSC_8204 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6717262861_daaa25928e.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Copy of DSC_8204"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717263535/" title="DSC_8410 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6717263535_494e97a3e4.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_8410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is really shy and reserved!!!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717262381/" title="Copy of DSC_8063 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6717262381_6070db2a1d.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_8063"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6717260595/" title="DSC_8129 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6717260595_05219a7968.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8129"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6813607839324499740?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6813607839324499740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-photo-session.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6813607839324499740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6813607839324499740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-photo-session.html' title='My First Photo Session'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5196305330250028226</id><published>2012-01-13T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:16:16.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Two</title><content type='html'>Were 6 weeks down and 12 to go. The second surgery was a success and our Doll did much better with the second surgery. She is recovering and has had minimal pain. I was blessed to have my mom and dear friend with me during her surgery. Lambert is working six days a week now and could not leave the shop... I thought owning a business would come with with all the time off perks... not so much (well not in this economy) so I was afraid I was going to be alone at the hospital. I am a very blessed gal. My mom came down to help with Hoot and she was able to be there with me and Kim came just beofre the surgery and was able to stay for breakfast. (thank you for the treats) The hours seemed to race by. We had a wonderful visit and I'm convinced this is the year I will get serious about my health and well being. Kim is such an encourager and so very very wise. Libbie came out of surgery around 1:00PM and didn't go to sleep until midnight!!! She just couldn't go to sleep. Her pain was under control and the next morning she was back to herself. She was ready to go! We were discharged by 10:30AM and on our way home. I want to thank the staff at Shriners again. It's just an amazing place. If you ever want to make a charitable donation just know that Shriners are serving children worldwide. So, were home and recovering. She chose a camo cast this time... I wasn't sure, but I think it's pretty cute!Checking in... aren't these gowns the cutest? Volunteers sew them. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690309789/" title="DSC_8479 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6690309789_6b89eea2d9.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8479"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690310043/" title="DSC_8490 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6690310043_087992612b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8490"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690310443/" title="DSC_8493 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6690310443_d15f673aa1.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8493"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She found a kitchen in the playroom prior to surgery. She was busy cooking breakfast for any takers! Her favorite thing to say is, "are you hungy?" The correct response is "yes I am" and then she will prepare a culinary masterpeice for your dining pleasure. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690310873/" title="DSC_8507 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6690310873_8de5d18d61.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8507"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These photos are terrible but I have to share. The lighting was awful.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690402367/" title="DSC_8520 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6690402367_48f13dcc97.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8520"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690402165/" title="DSC_8519 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6690402165_c67db2830f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8519"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690402929/" title="DSC_8524 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6690402929_6e16648a31.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8524"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was time to roll.. our nurse said Libbie was a very happy "Drunk" She was in rare form!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690311503/" title="DSC_8537 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6690311503_1588d5562a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8537"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690311311/" title="DSC_8532 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6690311311_0548963b8b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8532"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product...&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6690446483/" title="DSC_8557 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6690446483_922c8fa7d3.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_8557"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her left foot looks great! You can really see the contour and it looks perfect. She will fit into braces nicely when it's all said and done AND she'll be able to wear normal tennis shoes and or mary janes... no sandals in her near future, but were thankful we won't have to special order orthotic shoes anymore. Thank you thank you for all your prayers and support! We are so very blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5196305330250028226?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5196305330250028226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/round-two.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5196305330250028226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5196305330250028226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/round-two.html' title='Round Two'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7237418686293933878</id><published>2012-01-05T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:17:34.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Holiday Photos</title><content type='html'>I'm just posting some random photos I took the month of December. I'm working with Photoshop CS5 and a few actions that I LOVE LOVE LOVE. I've been so inspired lately. I haven't put the camera down and I stay up ALL NIGHT editing. I look like a zombie and feel like one too. Were ALL hitting the sack by 9:00 tonight (kids 8:30). Happy New Year &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644603291/" title="Copy of DSC_7481 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6644603291_cf1bf4f3f1.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7481"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644603451/" title="Copy of DSC_7629 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6644603451_eed3a851e7.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7629"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bad glare on Papa's face, but I love this shot&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644605359/" title="Copy of DSC_7607 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6644605359_6a3723d202.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Copy of DSC_7607"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful friends&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644605153/" title="Copy of DSC_7593 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6644605153_8fa66263fe.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644604967/" title="Copy of DSC_7623 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6644604967_b8d829ea16.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7623"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644604751/" title="Copy of DSC_7619 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6644604751_76b788dfe6.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Copy of DSC_7619"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644604489/" title="Copy of DSC_7614 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6644604489_69d0e2d504.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Copy of DSC_7614"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644604321/" title="Copy of DSC_7566 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6644604321_87df9d3348.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Copy of DSC_7566"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644604111/" title="Copy of DSC_7492 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6644604111_62495854a6.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7492"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644603949/" title="Copy of DSC_7515 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6644603949_1754560b64.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7515"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoot has the VERY best Grinch voice EVER&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644603789/" title="Copy of DSC_7502 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6644603789_ba4fbe015c.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7502"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644603635/" title="Copy of DSC_7589 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6644603635_27a2f0a9b2.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="Copy of DSC_7589"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6644603087/" title="DSC_7651 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7001/6644603087_4b435e1e59.jpg" width="500" height="434" alt="DSC_7651"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally learned how to save edited photos in a JPEG so I can post. I love this one of the WAWA. I haven't figured out indoor lighting without natural sunlight, but I'm working on it.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6628305797/" title="DSC_7949 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6628305797_5f5f8e0915.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7949"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7237418686293933878?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7237418686293933878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/favorite-holiday-photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7237418686293933878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7237418686293933878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/favorite-holiday-photos.html' title='Favorite Holiday Photos'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4577561681034214360</id><published>2011-12-30T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:10:57.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>The Lamberts have been enjoying the Christmas break and there has been a lot of shooting going on at our house. Hoot can not get enough of his new Red Rider. Today Lambert took us out to a good friends house (RANCH) in the country.( just outside of town). They are going to build a new house on their property but in the meantime they are living in a great little house on the praire type house they recently renovated. It was so peaceful out there. Our friend has two little boys Hoot's age. We went out for some target practice. Hoot thought he was big stuff until his 5 year old friend pulled out his REAL rifle... (loud noise and all). These boys were amazing. They could hit a target a LONG way off. There daddy is a hunter... We had a great time and we all got to shoot. Last night we enjoyed a wonderful visit from the Peanut family http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/ We had dinner and a great time visiting. We have grown to love this family. They have been so gracious to us. Mamma Peanut came to the hospital during Libbie's last stay and TOTALLY took care of us. Wawa loves the Peanuts and asks for Miss Kate often... we think she developed her first crush last night... Will couldn't escape her clutches (even though she's in a cast). Tomorrow were going to the movies which has become an annual New Years Eve event for us and then were going to ring in the new year with friends from our small group. (we NEVER make it to midnight)&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604192673/" title="DSC_7934 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7018/6604192673_938fee6a1f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When he's not outside shooting... he's "practicing" insideso is she...&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604192415/" title="DSC_7921 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6604192415_ca35f742ae.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7921"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604192175/" title="DSC_7920 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6604192175_6a6b6e18ae.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7920"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were Lefty and Pancho&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604191903/" title="DSC_7916 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6604191903_3f66fe381b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604191615/" title="DSC_7915 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6604191615_26b778cd47.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7915"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604193587/" title="DSC_7961 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6604193587_970521a972.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7961"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See those targets in the background.... that's how far those boys could aim and shoot... impressivieThe lighting is terrible..Don't they look like country boys??  They are soo darn cute&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604193273/" title="DSC_7952 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6604193273_57b4635705.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7952"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lambert got to shoot his new gun (not this one) &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604193777/" title="DSC_7963 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6604193777_a824d065f6.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7963"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604193941/" title="DSC_7973 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6604193941_bda32fd913.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7973"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to share this... our friend brought us the cinnamon roll back from San Antonio... next to is a Grands roll to show the comparison. It weighed 3lbs. I have never seen anything so big. It came from Lulus cafe. I watched a Youtube video called Man vs. Food at Lulus to see how they made it. Awesome. All four of us had a peice and it didn't look like we touched it.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604192883/" title="DSC_7941 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6604192883_b7175f1f0f.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_7941"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least I took this of Wawa today. I edited and it looks amazing. I don't know how to save my ps photos as a Jpeg so I can't post them yet...&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6604193069/" title="DSC_7949 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6604193069_6e11d37f9c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7949"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a blessed and Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4577561681034214360?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4577561681034214360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/family-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4577561681034214360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4577561681034214360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6458970341263580617</id><published>2011-12-25T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T11:19:56.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwrapped</title><content type='html'>What a morning! The kiddos arose to such a clatter. As usual Aunt KK and cousin BB woke us up early and the party began. Needless to say the kids were spoiled. It was so great to sit back and take it all in. Hoot received a Red Rider BB gun from his Papa. It was really the only thing he wanted, but he got really nervous once opened. He was afraid it was going to be too loud or give his shoulder a real kick. Shortly after we finished the gift exchange, we made our way outside for some target practice!!! We could have our own reality show!! Were gun slingers now! Hoot renamed himself Black Bart and is ready to take aim at birds. He mastered the targets on the toy kitchen box and he's ready to move on to bigger and better prey... Too bad he doesn't come from a family of hunters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570359925/" title="DSC_7724 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6570359925_014e678f7f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7724"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570360945/" title="DSC_7763 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6570360945_d3d2650009.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7763"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570361245/" title="DSC_7767 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6570361245_3e2ab1c358.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7767"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570361583/" title="DSC_7769 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6570361583_d2df86fd29.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7769"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert has a 72 Chevy that he takes to car shows and cleans all the time... my dad found this print of a truck that looks identical to Lambert's. It's really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570362127/" title="DSC_7792 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6570362127_bbcb37edac.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7792"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570362367/" title="DSC_7795 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6570362367_1a1f637e17.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7795"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570362679/" title="DSC_7811 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6570362679_1d9e8fe776.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7811"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawa thought ALL of the gifts belonged to her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570362953/" title="DSC_7818 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6570362953_c6c155f368.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7818"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570363245/" title="DSC_7820 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6570363245_e40ee899cd.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_7820"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570364445/" title="DSC_7865 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6570364445_3e3e510265.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7865"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frist Lambert took a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Big Mama came out to give it a shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570363793/" title="DSC_7855 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6570363793_1a54f6877a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7855"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even thing about messing with this packing mamma in pink pj's and a puffy vest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570363443/" title="DSC_7851 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6570363443_f70a3b01a4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7851"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot decided if I could do it then surely he could too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570363443/" title="DSC_7851 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6570363443_f70a3b01a4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7851"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to get the hang of cocking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570364275/" title="DSC_7863 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6570364275_fe100162d4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7863"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570365125/" title="DSC_7887 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6570365125_a4b530b565.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7887"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught on quick and then got a little prideful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570365377/" title="DSC_7889 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6570365377_6dfbe80521.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7889"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Wawa had to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570364805/" title="DSC_7881 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6570364805_f767ba043f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7881"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's Little Orphan Annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6570364985/" title="DSC_7882 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6570364985_5c684c82c3.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good morning... now things are quiet, the house is still. Libbie is napping and Hoot is playing his new wii game. Daddy is eating a sandwhich and I'm about to read my new book by Johnnie Cash Jr. Later we will read the Christmas story, sing happy birhtday to Jesus and have some birhtday cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, SAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6458970341263580617?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6458970341263580617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/unwrapped.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6458970341263580617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6458970341263580617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/unwrapped.html' title='Unwrapped'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6085264019134274841</id><published>2011-12-20T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:37:53.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Decking</title><content type='html'>I just love Christmas. I love it love it love it. I'm done with all the shopping, decorating, wrapping and now I'm ready to begin the cooking!  Thought I would share a few more photos from around the house with you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't photoshop any of these photos so sorry for the quality. Its CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546269877/" title="DSC_7435 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6546269877_cd82762822.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7435"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny... I bought these stockings a couple years back.. the little girl had blonde hair. I cut out some black felt and used a felt iron on glue to make a little Libbie doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546269279/" title="DSC_7426 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6546269279_1975250c04.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546269459/" title="DSC_7427 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7024/6546269459_1bcd19b271.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7427"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some upholstry ticking on Etsy. I thought I had enough for several bows... not so much. I barely made two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546269093/" title="DSC_7425 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6546269093_c55abd3a57.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7425"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Nutcrackers. I always put them out first. They make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546269669/" title="DSC_7430 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6546269669_fec3d0f372.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7430"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting!!! She's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pull out all my vintage santas... they scare most of my friends and I wasn't sure how Libbie would react. We want her to like Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546270059/" title="DSC_7437 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6546270059_18ddfc4276.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7437"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started collecting the Byers carolers a few years back, but I got tired of them. I just have a few. I'm all over the place with my collections. I need to stick with what I really love and that's vintage... always has been. Hoot told me the other day... He's a "collector" like me! Gotta love our collections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546270251/" title="DSC_7441 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6546270251_af5b9f6ac3.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7441"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made this little craft project last year as a family. We all worked on it and I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546270395/" title="DSC_7443 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6546270395_4d34ee2691.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7443"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546270563/" title="DSC_7444 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6546270563_76e7be99f7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7444"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546270753/" title="DSC_7445 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6546270753_b6b14dd4c4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7445"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE natvities too.. I've started a Chalkware set from e-bay, but I dont' have a complete set yet... maybe next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546270967/" title="DSC_7446 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6546270967_a2a4dd20c3.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7446"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse the roll of tape. not sure how I missed that! We've (me)been wrapping all hours of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this little arrangement idea from another very talented decorator friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546271145/" title="DSC_7448 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6546271145_94d15dcdce.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7448"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546271415/" title="DSC_7451 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6546271415_0386d24341.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7451"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wired in some pretty heavy peices this year. Last year we bought a real tree and I couldn't get anything to stay on the branches.  So this year we went HEAVY DUTY and I wired all sorts of treasures in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leopard ribbon really makes my heart skip a beat. I could sit in the living room with my coffee and just look at the tree all day (literaly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546271699/" title="DSC_7453 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6546271699_9bb191bf81.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7453"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual gingerbread house... it looks the same every year. I think we need a new kit next year. We need to step it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6546271887/" title="DSC_7454 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6546271887_60cb776bbc.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7454"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6085264019134274841?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6085264019134274841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-decking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6085264019134274841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6085264019134274841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-decking.html' title='More Decking'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7288433329737291414</id><published>2011-12-17T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:23:11.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6527290821/" title="cc 2011 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6527290821_3f965ac1ab.jpg" width="500" height="168" alt="cc 2011"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6527290917/" title="ccb by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6527290917_e49cab6ac3.jpg" width="500" height="168" alt="ccb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could get a great photo of the two minions so we went with a year in photos. I love this years card. It really captures some of our favorite moments and fun times!&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a very merry christmas and a happy 2012! &lt;br /&gt;Were headed to Galveston to the Festivile of Lights and staying on the island... the kids (and I) are beyond excited. off to pack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7288433329737291414?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7288433329737291414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-2011.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7288433329737291414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7288433329737291414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-2011.html' title='Merry Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1411220670893662745</id><published>2011-12-16T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:35:54.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Photo Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6523842437/" title="DSC_7061 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6523842437_871b4358d5.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7061"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colors in this photo. I love her expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1411220670893662745?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1411220670893662745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-photo-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1411220670893662745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1411220670893662745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-photo-friday.html' title='Favorite Photo Friday'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3872496674579675677</id><published>2011-12-14T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:05:46.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515783083/" title="DSC_6966 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6515783083_c893a721ae.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6966"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515783271/" title="DSC_6981 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6515783271_fc7dcd5b3d.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6981"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515783447/" title="DSC_6986 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6515783447_00e0de14fa.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6986"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515783759/" title="DSC_7017 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6515783759_d4a7f97000.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7017"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515783917/" title="DSC_7019 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6515783917_d50f82724c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7019"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515784029/" title="DSC_7022 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6515784029_afd8e5efff.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7022"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515784185/" title="DSC_7023 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6515784185_9a2a675d53.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7023"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515784367/" title="DSC_7027 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6515784367_c730b99b9d.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7027"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515784867/" title="DSC_7063 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7001/6515784867_8321a7608c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7063"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515785017/" title="DSC_7087 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6515785017_69bebbd42d.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7087"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515785187/" title="DSC_7091 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6515785187_0b81d3f483.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7091"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515785371/" title="DSC_7111 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6515785371_cf42443b73.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7111"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515785525/" title="DSC_7133 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6515785525_36acd9ac85.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7133"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6515785769/" title="DSC_7138 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7165/6515785769_fb70fb7556.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_7138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3872496674579675677?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3872496674579675677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-doll.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3872496674579675677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3872496674579675677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-doll.html' title='Happy Birthday Doll'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4177438705150277429</id><published>2011-12-05T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:34:59.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>Recovery is like a roller coaster.... one day it's up up up and the next taking the plunge to the bottom. The doll has had her ups and downs. This surgery was no joke. I can't imagine the pain she must be in, but sometimes she seems fine. the nights are the worst. I think during the day she is distracted from the pain and she is able to move about more than she can in her bed. We've been home bound except for last night. We were treated to a FABULOUS dinner made with love by the Peanuts. It was nice to get out, but maybe a little selfish. I think WE were ready to get out of the hosue, but Libbie was NOT. She did okay, but she wasn't herself.  This week we'll be staying in. The weather is perfect for snuggling by the fire and watching Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were glued to the television... Mickey's Christmas was playing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461049271/" title="DSC_6916 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6461049271_da7f5d5028.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461049667/" title="DSC_6919 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6461049667_011ebd692c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6919"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461049975/" title="DSC_6924 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6461049975_b5be1a19ab.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6924"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo. she is smitten with Mr. Peanut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461050325/" title="DSC_6925 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6461050325_1509de61f4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6925"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot finally slowed down enough to decorate his room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461048485/" title="DSC_6903 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6461048485_452fd9ab18.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6903"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to do it himself... with an audience for encouragment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461321303/" title="DSC_6901 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6461321303_c0cde0b305.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6901"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite ornaments. they are hand painted wooden drummer boys... I bought a lot of them at a churhc gargage sale before I had Hoot for $1.00... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he placed every large tartan ornament on one side at the bottom... nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461047825/" title="DSC_6890 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6461047825_5ed8dbaff0.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always wear our underwear when we deck the halls... he just happened to get in the mood after his Sunday morning bath. Were usually in such a hurry to get out the door for church on Sundays... he decided to lounge most of the morning in his undies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bean bag has come in handy for Libbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461047539/" title="DSC_6889 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6461047539_29bfc0ebcf.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6889"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect height to sit at the table and keep her foot elevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enjoys Legos as much as Hoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461046807/" title="DSC_6886 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6461046807_fc5a98f258.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6886"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461320283/" title="DSC_6871 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6461320283_2a00874728.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6871"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gingerbread house is done... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461320703/" title="DSC_6872 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6461320703_f5a9eb81c8.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6872"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's so cool to lay on our dining table... this doesn't happen often either@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461045715/" title="DSC_6879 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6461045715_dc35e1a240.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6879"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a sweet day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461045395/" title="DSC_6878 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6461045395_4b3d1a867d.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6878"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have truly bonded and love each other so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461044825/" title="DSC_6876 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6461044825_b1c8631218.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6876"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot loves to read and she loves to be read to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461045119/" title="DSC_6877 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6461045119_bca0144713.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6877"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just looks like TROUBLE.. sweet trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6461046217/" title="DSC_6882 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6461046217_2b4665d083.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4177438705150277429?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4177438705150277429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/recovery.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4177438705150277429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4177438705150277429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8480548716354192575</id><published>2011-12-02T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:42:05.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Surgery</title><content type='html'>We're home! Thank you for all the prayers and e-mails of encouragement. something is not right with my blog. Many have told me they can't leave comments... not sure what the problem is, but I have had the same trouble trying to comment on other blogs as well. The surgery went just as planned. The staff at Shriners blew away our expectations. I can't not express just how amazing the people are! From the guard at the garage gate to the surgeons... they are truly an awesome team. We were treated like royalty the moment we arrived (5:00AM). We had a very sweet visit with a dear friend while Libbie was in surgery. I am not one that likes to make hospital visits and I hate to admit that. Her visit with us was so very special and blessed us beyond words. Stopping in to pray with a patient or loved one truly touches the heart. She also brought a DELICIOUS dinner later in the evening and we enjoyed another good visit. I am blessed. Thursday I was blessed again when two dear friends from church showed up and took Libbie for a walk in the wagon which allowed me to TAKE A SHOWER AND BRUSH MY TEETH!!! It's funny how dirty I felt just from sitting around. It was like a SPA experience to stand in the hospital bathroom and let the luke warm water trickle (literally) over me! I guess they don't want patients going crazy with a blast of hot water. (could be a safety hazard for sure) While we were there the hospital celebrated their annual Christmas Tree lighting and visit from Mr. and Mrs. Claus. Libbie was one of five other patients at the hospital the night of the celebrations. (most surgeries are out patient.) The staff escorted us down to meet Santa before the crowd lined up and she got to sit on his lap. Hoot didn't get to sit on his lap but afterwards one of Santa's helpers hand delivered a Lego set to him which made his day. He knew it had to be the real Santa because who else would know how he loved Legos?!? Libbie did great and is home recovering. She is a little trooper. The pain meds must be good because she is her spicy little self after less than 24 hours home... I'm soooo not sure how were going to keep her off her feet for 18 weeks~! I was feeling a Little discouraged about the road to recovery when my dad brought me back to reality with these words... "aren't you glad you don't have to go back to work on Monday and you can stay home with her?" YES I AM!! I can sure get ungrateful fast. I am so thankful that I can be with her 24/7. We are so very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443447995/" title="DSC02729 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6443447995_9b276b348f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC02729"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty loopy here right before they took her back. Our docotr explained the procedure once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443448345/" title="DSC02731 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6443448345_d5f48ed947.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC02731"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443448705/" title="DSC02734 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6443448705_5022002586.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC02734"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert prayed with the team right before they went back. The last words the Doctor said to us before they went back was, "we will take care of her like she is our very own" Pretty comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443449099/" title="DSC02738 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6443449099_4202d35e4a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC02738"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she opened her eyes she asked for Daddy! and as soon as she saw him, she started crying. the nurse said she was very brave until she saw her daddy. i remember being strong when I was little until I saw my dad. The tears always flowed when I knew I could be weak because he was there and he would be strong. This melted my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose the pink cast the day before surgery. I wanted her to pick red for the holidays... but she likes her pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443449379/" title="DSC02743 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7162/6443449379_12752f257a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC02743"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443463993/" title="DSC_6834 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6443463993_12d747f456.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6834"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a trooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot helped push the wagon to the celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443464185/" title="DSC_6842 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6443464185_500333dfb3.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6842"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hammed it up for the camera (never does this for mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443464461/" title="DSC_6849 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6443464461_a18389c23a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6849"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littl patient is home and yes EATING on the white couch! I've covered it in sheets and said a prayer! (it's in God's hands now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6443464683/" title="DSC_6854 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6443464683_013f98795c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6854"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8480548716354192575?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8480548716354192575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/successful-surgery.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8480548716354192575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8480548716354192575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/12/successful-surgery.html' title='Successful Surgery'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3805911907771528493</id><published>2011-11-28T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:10:12.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>It's a crazy busy time right now in the life of me...Wednesday the Doll got her first haircut... PRECIOUS. She did great. She acted like a pro in the chair. we made a whirlwind of a trip to Dallas for Thanksgiving, which was a lot of fun! The kids had a ball. The weather was nice and the food was great. I am thankful... We returned home Friday due to Lambert's work schedule. I decorated a house Saturday and had the kiddos in tow... The photos below give a pretty accurate account of Thanksgiving Day... Saturday night we took the littles to visit Santa at the Galleria. I was expecting a LONG line of naughty and nice littles but to my amazement there was only one family ahead of us in line... what happened to photos with Santa??? Maybe it's the $25.00 price tag that goes with the visit. The boys visited the Lego store and then we had dinner at P.F. Changs... Yummy.I have been wiring ribbon and hanging ornaments until my hands are raw, but I love it. Spencer our Elf on the Shelf arrived last night and Hoots behavior improved immediately (not that he isn't always well behaved). I have one more house to do tomorrow morning and then I head to Shriners with the Doll for her pre-op visit. Earlllllly Wednesday morning she will have her first foot surgery. We'll be at Shriners for a couple days and then we'll return home for a six week recovery. FUN... after 6 weeks, she'll have her second surgery and then another 6 week recovery. Hoot starts basketball tomorrow... can't wait to see him play his first game. So with all that said, I am off to do more laundry and get ready for our big day tomorrow and bigger day Wednesday. Did I mention how busy we are these days??? Does laundry EVER end?? I feel like I wash/fold/press and then repeat in a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the Thanksgiving weekend with fresh hair cuts for the kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422465173/" title="DSC_6574 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6422465173_f779633c56.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6574"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422465383/" title="DSC_6579 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6045/6422465383_43a2a51729.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6579"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend cuts hair from her home so it was play time with the girls after her cut. Hoot got to go on his first go-cart ride with his new best friend. He'll never want to go to Sports Clips again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422465543/" title="DSC_6580 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6422465543_3b8cb5aa8b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6580"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422466179/" title="DSC_6623 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6031/6422466179_09a3cbf2a7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6623"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littles donned the name "Team Turkey" this year... even Libster participated.She had no problem getting her hands dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422465709/" title="DSC_6589 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6422465709_ac91cc5de0.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6589"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422465941/" title="DSC_6617 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6422465941_87ffa62d93.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6617"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prepping the turkey the kiddos (well the parents of the kiddos) each received an I-Pad II for an early Christmas gift. We won't all be together for Christmas so gifts were given early... we had no idea we were getting I-Pads... Look at the hi-jacking that took place. These kids were I-Pad PIRATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422466395/" title="DSC_6627 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6422466395_66f4d71e1b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6627"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Turkey turned into Team Stinkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422466605/" title="DSC_6628 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6422466605_b144eb83dc.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6628"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422467083/" title="DSC_6630 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6422467083_0355e6498a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6630"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot was not so great at sharing so the Doll found the next best thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422467757/" title="DSC_6632 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6422467757_a6d2a1964c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6632"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three littles and three I-Pads on the stairs... this is where they camped out for the rest of the day. And this is what we saw of them... Hineys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422469731/" title="DSC_6643 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6422469731_4df7f2d3e0.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6643"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422469487/" title="DSC_6640 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6422469487_a0e97cd24b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6640"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Smart Littles&lt;br /&gt; We ate YUMMY YUMMY treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422470599/" title="DSC_6650 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6422470599_c919cf8cb6.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6650"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fancy... but really tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422470355/" title="DSC_6649 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6422470355_22953a31a7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6649"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moms tree in all it's glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422468905/" title="DSC_6637 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6422468905_e8d1053792.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6637"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422469253/" title="DSC_6639 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6422469253_2522703318.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6639"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a fall tree since we would all be there for Thanksgiving... Not my taste, but it did turn out beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422468123/" title="DSC_6633 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6422468123_a1a9f14e6b.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6633"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple of the other trees I've done... they all start looking the same after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422471455/" title="DSC_6705 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6422471455_6bffcdbeb5.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6705"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422472353/" title="DSC_6708 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6422472353_a47f8d43d2.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6708"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422478279/" title="DSC_6826 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6422478279_c413750009.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422477785/" title="DSC_6824 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6422477785_3793351704.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6824"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tree has to be my favorite ALL time tree EVER... I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422464971/" title="DSC_6557 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6422464971_5fa865bcb2.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6557"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopard makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422463897/" title="DSC_6553 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6037/6422463897_f790676eff.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6553"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422464295/" title="DSC_6554 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7025/6422464295_8bee4e70d5.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6554"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the trend is to go more natural with the burlap and the plaid this year, but I love a traditional tree kicked up a notch with leopard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422463115/" title="DSC_6549 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6422463115_5a17e109dc.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6549"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our Santa visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422845665/" title="DSC_6718 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6060/6422845665_47452c18d6.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6718"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our turn next!!! No wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422472709/" title="DSC_6737 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6422472709_6e4b8a2da9.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6737"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot looks a little nausiated and the doll is really not sure what's going on. She knows he has candy and she's wondering when she will receive it!&lt;br /&gt;The Lego store was next&lt;br /&gt;Hoot decided he should add this to his list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422473815/" title="DSC_6753 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6422473815_5be8176d69.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6753"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the number of parts...&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422474063/" title="DSC_6755 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6102/6422474063_58f39ab266.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6755"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa will not be delivering this to our home this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422473395/" title="DSC_6752 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6422473395_71408fc3b1.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6752"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422473027/" title="DSC_6749 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6422473027_c00540c321.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6749"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell Hoot is in Lego DREAMLAND&lt;br /&gt;Instead of visions of sugar plumbs... it will be Lego Plumbs!&lt;br /&gt;He received a free Lego magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422474939/" title="DSC_6763 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6219/6422474939_4a228d9c4e.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6763"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our whole family loves a good magazine:)&lt;br /&gt;This is how he walked through the CROWDED Galleria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422474371/" title="DSC_6760 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6422474371_b6f8e0c03c.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6760"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at P.F Changs for dinner&lt;br /&gt;No MORE TURKEY and a great place to people watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422475633/" title="DSC_6769 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7018/6422475633_bdbf318f50.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6769"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422475291/" title="DSC_6766 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6422475291_cfdbf6b1d9.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6766"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fun to watch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a ball! Great fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422476079/" title="DSC_6783 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6422476079_b19d82a434.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6783"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422476431/" title="DSC_6786 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6422476431_815db68e27.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer made his way from the North Pole and behavior will be awesome for the rest of December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6422476749/" title="DSC_6805 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6222/6422476749_1e1106c3c7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6805"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who took over??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoy the season and keep in mind the true spirit. &lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings, &lt;br /&gt;SAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3805911907771528493?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3805911907771528493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/insanity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3805911907771528493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3805911907771528493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8017146052760705209</id><published>2011-11-21T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:31:39.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I didn't join all the wonderful bloggers in the 30 days of thankfulness although I certainly have been thankful the past 30 days... I can just barely get it together to post once every couple of weeks... let alone 30 days in a row!!! You blogger friends can sure make a gal feel like an ungrateful slacker. HA@ I have loved the posts and think it's an awesome way to express gratitude this season. However I am thankful for so much... I have never known what it's like to do without. i have never really suffered. I have an amazing husband who loves me in spite of me. I have two beautiful littles that I'm over the moon for. I have my health. I have an incredible father that raised me as a single parent and while I never appreciated him then... I'm in awe of the sacrifices he made in his own life to provide a better life for me. I have a mother that is an awesome Nana and I'm thankful that God was able to restore our relationship. I am thankful for all of my family as crazy as they may be! I'm so thankful for Shriners and the services they provide for children with special needs. I am blessed with a wonderful church family and friends. Most of all I am thankful that God sent his son to die for my ugly sin so that I may have a relationship with Him. Sadly I take all of these blessings for granted daily. I could go on and on but I guess the point of this post is to truly reflect on just how blessed I am. I can often look outward at what I don't have or wish I had and become ungrateful. (this happens more often that I care to admit). I intend to look around at what I do have and count them when I start feeling the "if-only I had---" syndrome. Hope you all have a blessed Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379641641/" title="DSC_6441 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6118/6379641641_05300fa3e9.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6441"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful Hoot was thankful for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379642145/" title="DSC_6293 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6220/6379642145_fd684648e8.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6293"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't smile normal... it's truly not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379643103/" title="DSC_6301 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6049/6379643103_b49f98f9d7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6301"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful his school knows how to throw a Thanksgiving Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379642869/" title="DSC_6300 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6110/6379642869_5423b3863d.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379642541/" title="DSC_6298 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6114/6379642541_40b3a2ce4a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6298"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll made herself right at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379642341/" title="DSC_6297 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6213/6379642341_52d1dff351.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6297"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379643391/" title="DSC_6305 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6114/6379643391_303892348d.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6305"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness Tree... we made one at home too! Good craft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379643605/" title="DSC_6306 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6035/6379643605_289d8b429f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379643823/" title="DSC_6368 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6120/6379643823_9fafca0d70.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6368"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379641371/" title="DSC_6432 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6229/6379641371_be2c5dae3c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6432"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for awesome Godly teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th graders not too cool to participate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379640885/" title="DSC_6411 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6111/6379640885_2a212324a4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6411"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379641169/" title="DSC_6423 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6040/6379641169_2e1b7ed162.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6423"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Littles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379640545/" title="DSC_6388 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6230/6379640545_e20ef1401a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6388"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Legged Friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll loves the train her papa sent us a few years back! Hours of entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379644463/" title="DSC_6504 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6034/6379644463_43fe94dedc.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6504"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet girl and her dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379644753/" title="DSC_6520 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6216/6379644753_7618a70258.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="DSC_6520"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6379644147/" title="DSC_6503 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6213/6379644147_dfa095cb13.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_6503"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet moment with my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8017146052760705209?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8017146052760705209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8017146052760705209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8017146052760705209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5477365989747129776</id><published>2011-11-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:31:47.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="101521346_ss by slambert4, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345137747/"&gt;&lt;img alt="101521346_ss" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6040/6345137747_8ca2d8b402_z.jpg" width="470" height="525" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get butterflies around this time of year... EVERY year... It starts in November and lasts through the end of December. I started decorating houses for Christmas with a good friend about 5 years ago. It started out slow and gradually our clientele grew and grew. Last year I/we decorated 6 houses and a large church. That doesn't sound like a lot of homes but when you consider the VERY short time frame... it's a lot. Most women want their homes done right after Thanksgiving in time for Holiday entertaining. So we are busy little bees the first week of December. I am passionate about decorating for Christmas. I love it.. I adore over the top rooms as well as simple peaceful decorating that feels like coming home. I love a mantle that is spilling over with garlands and ribbons. I enjoy shopping for our clients and planning all the little details. Last year I had a full time job outside of the home (i used up vacation time to decorate)and a full time nanny to take care of Hoot... This year I am a SAHM with no help and the Doll will have surgery the last week of November! One of our clients is going to be on our local parade of homes this year so it's an honor to showcase our work. I traveled to Dallas this week to decorate my mom's tree which turned out fabulous (if I do say so myself). I'll post her photos after Thanksgiving. I won't be as involved this year, but I am so looking forward to filling homes with Christmas joy this season.&lt;br /&gt;These photos inspire me and get my creative juices a flowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="238 by slambert4, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345887896/"&gt;&lt;img alt="238" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6345887896_a7d4a1675f_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="3055080164_d04bebbc6d by slambert4, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345137831/"&gt;&lt;img alt="3055080164_d04bebbc6d" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6117/6345137831_41111a7f79.jpg" width="360" height="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345888042/" title="IMG_7990 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6052/6345888042_72ca715c45.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_7990"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am helping two of my favorite friends host a private Gingerbread party that we acutioned off last year at Hoot's school. I can't wait for this event. I would love to have these centerpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345888042/" title="IMG_7990 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6052/6345888042_72ca715c45.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_7990"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345137911/" title="IMG_7970 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6120/6345137911_5dbebc3af6.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_7970"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345888124/" title="bhggarland by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6120/6345888124_141bdb2732.jpg" width="240" height="320" alt="bhggarland"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these ornaments. I collect them. what a great display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345138139/" title="christmas by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6112/6345138139_52614f42a0.jpg" width="381" height="500" alt="christmas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6345138223/" title="IMG_2191 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6053/6345138223_e10263bd96.jpg" width="400" height="302" alt="IMG_2191"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first we will celbrate Thanksgiving and count our many blessings. We have so much to be thankful for this year! My heart is filled with thanksgiving as I look at my beautiful children and wonderful friends and family. Hope you enjoy this season and reflect on the many blessings all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5477365989747129776?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5477365989747129776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5477365989747129776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5477365989747129776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6040/6345137747_8ca2d8b402_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8742976340428878486</id><published>2011-11-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:22:44.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>I wanted to save this for a Valentines Day post and I will probably recycle it at that time, but I was afraid I would forget the exact wording so I'll post it now... Hoot came home from school yesterday to tell me that he knew what romance meant... I wasn't sure I was ready for his definition, but I braced myself and asked him to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Romance is when a boy and girl kiss in Paris France and have chocolate creeps." He meant crepes, but he said creeps. I think Hoot and I share the same definition of romance. He's gonna be a great husband someday! I asked him how he came to this definition and he said, he just always knew... later I heard him tell Lambert that he saw it on Ratatouille. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I madly love these two sweeties. Never could I have imagine how blessed my life would be! I am so thankful for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6323775063/" title="DSC_6267 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6232/6323775063_0af699ac56_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6267"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6324528934/" title="DSC_6250 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6113/6324528934_53a3af5dc8_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6250"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6323774873/" title="DSC_6247 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6323774873_ff2be3208d_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_6247"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6323774743/" title="DSC_6244 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6323774743_b1d56f90bc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6323774591/" title="DSC_6233 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6096/6323774591_eb5c614d59_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6233"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6324529224/" title="DSC_6270 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6116/6324529224_eec04ebba6_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6270"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6324529132/" title="DSC_6271 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6235/6324529132_8173f40c99_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6271"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8742976340428878486?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8742976340428878486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/romance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8742976340428878486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8742976340428878486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6232/6323775063_0af699ac56_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3978256705680737128</id><published>2011-11-01T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:36:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallows Eve</title><content type='html'>What a night. The kids had a ball and there is more candy in our house at this moment than there is collectively for the entire year. Today we will sort, save a little and throw out the rest. If it's not in the house... I won't be tempted. I'm reading Candace Cameron Bure's book Reshaping It ALL and it has been such a blessing in more ways than one. The book is very encouraging. In chapter 10 she addresses bullies... We need to avoid trouble when it's lurking around, pretend to be brave even if were not and find a buddy who will stand by our side... we've all encountered bullies, even as adults. They turn when you go to address them, or they give you the look over... it's always easier to avoid them, and it's much easier when you have a buddy to stand with you. I love that Candace addresses food much in the same way... "instead of focusing on conquering the bullies, we need to focus on conquering our thoughts since harassment travels throughout our brain before settling in." She goes on to say that "We can't change the world, but we can change the way we react to it. Neither words nor people can affect us without our thought pattern allowing them. Temptation acts much the same way. It's a smell, a sound, or a visual cue that travels through our thoughts before it becomes a desire." What she's telling me is take the CANDY out of the house , AVOID the bully, pretend that I am brave while tossing it in the trash. Okay I may have to invite a buddy over to help me on this one! James 1:14 tells us that "Every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust and enticed." But here is the good news and the hope... "So I say live by the spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature." Gal 5:16 and here is even more hope for us today. "Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Heb. 12:1-2... Wow that is some good news for me this morning. I'm ready to press on and conquer the bullies and the candy.&lt;br /&gt;Good to spend time with Him this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photos from All Hallows Eve.. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6301918571/" title="DSC_6220 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6301918571_c6b01c385b_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_6220"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6301918339/" title="DSC_6201 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6115/6301918339_31b7cc5038_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6201"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoots best buddy, a neighbor friend came over to pass out candy. These two are hilarous together. They are both rebels in their own minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6301918467/" title="DSC_6214 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6059/6301918467_cb4822130c_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_6214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crack each other up. This is the cutest kiddo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we stayed in our neighborhood to treat and it was awesome. I had no idea the traffic and we even had a couple trailers with loads of kids come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302443766/" title="DSC_6199 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6035/6302443766_1c24f2e03e_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6199"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few houses in the neighborhood go ALL out.. Really ALL out. I wasn't sure how Hoot would respond... but he did okay. His buddy kept reminding him... it's just a costume with a normal person indisde." Good to have that buddy by your side:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302443472/" title="DSC_6193 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6221/6302443472_24561649eb_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_6193"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6301917715/" title="DSC_6192 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6057/6301917715_8d46363a9a_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6192"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6301917549/" title="DSC_6188 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6108/6301917549_1dcae8d985_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6188"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad would have LOVED these houses. He's a big kid at heart and loves to scare the littles! We did this every Halloween at our house growing up. He had several creepy masks that he would bring out only for Halloween... the kids loved it. Last night Hoot shook a lady's hand and it fell off when he grabbed it...He was sooooo scared. My dad would have pulled this type of stunt &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302442982/" title="DSC_6186 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/6302442982_671f900e0b_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6186"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the sweeties too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302442776/" title="DSC_6183 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6092/6302442776_0ae329e575_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302442534/" title="DSC_6169 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6227/6302442534_8cc89591b7_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6169"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6301917091/" title="DSC_6170 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6234/6301917091_6bb2cd0fdc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302442384/" title="DSC_6157 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6032/6302442384_11fd9e07ff_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6157"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went from cupcake to KIKKY KAT as she likes to say.. Time for bed. She was out in two minutes and so was Hoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302444254/" title="DSC_6225 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6041/6302444254_5b987196df_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6225"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before Hoot drifted off... he reminded me that he did not like this guy at ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6302443578/" title="DSC_6194 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/6302443578_7b807ae72c_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_6194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3978256705680737128?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3978256705680737128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-hallows-eve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3978256705680737128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3978256705680737128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallows Eve'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6301918571_c6b01c385b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8089703528011792926</id><published>2011-10-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T06:35:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>What an awesome day for a fall festival. The weather was perfect and there were NO mosquito's to be found. Hoot donned his first ever spooky costume. He was a mummy this year and a frightening one to boot. he could not have been more thrilled. Now this is not his REAL costume.. Tomorrow he will be THE DARK KNIGHT... that's the official costume. Libbie was a cupcake. I've wanted this costume for the last three years. I splurged when I found one on e-bay. It was perfect. she was not sure about the whole big fluffy collar, but she warmed up to it quickly. The kids had a ball trunk or treating. Our church put on a first class festival. The participation was great and there were so many wonderful cars and truck decorated for Halloween. We had lots and lots of fun with a great church family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6297314404/" title="DSC_6050 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6297314404_61ba66b3c2_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6297314766/" title="DSC_6055 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6297314766_7e97c2b093_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6055"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teeth look terrible next to the white paint... they are not that bad... I may need to photshop this one! I didn't touch up any of these photos. I wanted to get this posted before time slipped away and before I khew it was Thanksgiving and I hadn't posted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6296785301/" title="DSC_6074 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6048/6296785301_5406def156_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_6074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6296784927/" title="DSC_6065 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6060/6296784927_27aa0fe250_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6065"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6297315998/" title="DSC_6087 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6222/6297315998_4b09a7921f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6087"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6296786173/" title="DSC_6094 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6050/6296786173_e34a91329b_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6094"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6296786683/" title="DSC_6101 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6238/6296786683_da4650bae9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6101"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6297317304/" title="DSC_6137 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6100/6297317304_6ce85521c0_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_6137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6296787705/" title="DSC_6144 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6097/6296787705_888c92b681_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_6144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8089703528011792926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6297314404_61ba66b3c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5482704407341072248</id><published>2011-10-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:01:22.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks and Treats around the house</title><content type='html'>Lots of fall festivities and fun around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tore down some shelves in our kitchen and the whole family participated in the demo... fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281192984/" title="DSC_5868 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6235/6281192984_6ba7c84419_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5868"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted and I finally put up the Ceaser recipe I've had for months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281197702/" title="DSC_5948 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6281197702_edc370d2ea_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_5948"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281198242/" title="DSC_5950 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6281198242_d36ba746eb_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5950"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had lots of comfort food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280680843/" title="DSC_5952 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6280680843_d1bf5efaed_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5952"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281199980/" title="DSC_5956 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6236/6281199980_c0e7b8f53d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5956"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281199340/" title="DSC_5955 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6042/6281199340_a33e4fe872_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5955"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so nice, I've opened the windows a few times in the morning to air out the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween mantle... we have a really long mantle that is difficult to decorate. It always looks cluttered and over done when I finish with it. I wish I could be a minilamist, but I just keep adding accessories (junk) and don't know when to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280683409/" title="DSC_5960 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6041/6280683409_ed340dd5be_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5960"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281200622/" title="DSC_5957 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6281200622_31c34f412f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5957"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little pumpkin carving fellowship over the weekend. INDOORS!!! I threw down the drop cloths and covered the table in craft paper and we went to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280678561/" title="DSC_5926 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6280678561_9e00c887dc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5926"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280678089/" title="DSC_5924 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6056/6280678089_8dea80ffe7_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5924"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281195634/" title="DSC_5923 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6221/6281195634_af2858a4c0_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5923"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281197202/" title="DSC_5927 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6115/6281197202_bca918092f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5927"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot had a tailgate party at his school for spirit week. He found the smashing booth and went to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281195084/" title="DSC_5918 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6107/6281195084_2d2021b39e_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_5918"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281193960/" title="DSC_5902 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6092/6281193960_cda2f48f69_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5902"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libbie wanted to bring home a new puppy. She was so cute. I could have brought her home, but Lambert would have killed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl has a mean arm and winds up like a major league pitcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281193308/" title="DSC_5889 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6112/6281193308_a43d570f37_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5889"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She liked put put too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281194532/" title="DSC_5905 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6094/6281194532_68a849b523_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5905"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a face painting booth to be found... Hoot will find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280675569/" title="DSC_5895 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6091/6280675569_085880c8f6_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5895"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packaged arrived today and the kids had a ball... they know... it's gonna be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280684595/" title="DSC_5962 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6222/6280684595_2bc98dca25.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_5962"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Granna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281203124/" title="DSC_5963 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6281203124_c4510b172a_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="DSC_5963"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280685663/" title="DSC_5972 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6053/6280685663_375b5574d9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5972"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6281204768/" title="DSC_5976 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6117/6281204768_a9bdb3c42a_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5976"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6280686281/" title="DSC_5975 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6237/6280686281_b82d24fd23_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5975"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST&gt;&gt;&gt;  Hoot thinks these plastic rubber bugs are sooo much fun. he leaves them all around the house to scare his mother and sister.  I think this little fellow is by far the creepiest trick we have around the house.  Happy Halloween.. enjoy your week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5482704407341072248?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5482704407341072248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/tricks-and-treats-around-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5482704407341072248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5482704407341072248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/tricks-and-treats-around-house.html' title='Tricks and Treats around the house'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6235/6281192984_6ba7c84419_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4045932388322229449</id><published>2011-10-22T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T06:20:37.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6267809093/" title="DSC_5819 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6096/6267809093_e85d64968f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5819"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268333780/" title="DSC_5828 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6097/6268333780_ba3fb0d46e_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5828"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268333432/" title="DSC_5826 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6238/6268333432_31ea8b68b3_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6267810193/" title="DSC_5830 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6094/6267810193_650675c87d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5830"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libbie has the sweetest little feet ever... Well... Hoots are still pretty sweet too. When we met her in China I could not believe how tiny her feet were. I have shoes that probably won't fit her until she's 18! Her little foot is in a size 5 with her braces. If she were able to walk without braces she would only be in a size 3-4 at best. One of the common conditions of arthrogryposis is tiny feet. I love to rub her legs and feet after a bath and she enjoys it too. She is very ticklished and her feet are very sensitive, but she loves her feet rubbed. We've been on the surgery waiting list with Shriners since June. We are so thankful to the Shriners for taking such great care of our family. The Shriners are a wonderful organization that truly gives back to the community in a BIG BIG financial way. We have been blown away by what we have learned about the Shriners. I was hoping Libbie wouldn't undergo her first surgery until after her birthday and her first Christmas home... BUT... we received the letter last week that states Libbie is scheduled for surgery in late November. We visited Shriners yesterday and learned all about the upcoming surgeries... not fun. She will have surgery on her left foot first because it's the more affected foot. Libbie will have external pins that will be tightened after 6 weeks when her cast comes off. At that time they will put the left foot in a boot, mold her foot for a new AFO and perform the surgery on her right foot!! For 12 weeks she can not bear weight on her feet. This is going to be tough on our busy bee. I am so thankful that the pins will be under the casts so we won't have to worry with bumping them. Thank you Good Lord. The goal of the surgeries is not so that she can wear point shoes for ballet... but that her foot will fit in normal shoes with AFO's. Our doctor also told us that she will be able to walk barefoot for a couple hours a day while at home. This is awesome news, because at this point she can't walk at all without the AFO's. I know the procedure is going to be difficult, but I think about the freedom she's going to have once it's all over and that brings me comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4045932388322229449?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4045932388322229449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/tiny-feet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4045932388322229449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4045932388322229449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/tiny-feet.html' title='Tiny Feet'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6096/6267809093_e85d64968f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2971327156974284415</id><published>2011-10-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:10:39.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grizwalds</title><content type='html'>We are officially the Grizwald Family. Last Friday we decided we would take the family to Dewberry Farms out past Katy. I charged the battery to the camera, dressed up the kiddos, packed the little red wagon,and we made our way to the pumpkin patch. We were ready for some fun on the farm and we were in hot pursuit of pumpkins!! Dewberry Farms has become an annual family outing. However, we usually go on Sunday afternoon. On our one hour (or so) voyage Libbie bit Hoot's finger (almost off). Why was his finger in her mouth? one might ask... good question. They can't keep their hands to themselves while buckled in their car seats... It's a constant nagging game and this time Hoot lost... we pulled over (in a not so great part of town)to take a look at his throbbing purple finger, and have a serious discussion with the chomping doll. I flashed to the scene from National Lampoons Vacation when the Grizwald family pulled over in the ghetto and Clark said, "Rollem up!"at the sound of gun fire. It was only a matter of time before we heard gun shots, but we promptly got back on the road to avoid any drama. Once we got on the farm to market road (where there are no gas stations or fast food restaurants) Hoot demanded that we stop before he tee tee'd in his pants... we were in Nowheresville... Lambert pulled over and Hoot proceeded to tee tee on the side of the road while Lambert took photos from the drivers seat... NICE!!! Finally we were back on the road and almost to our destination. As we approached the farm, I noticed there weren't miles and miles of cars in line. How great is this gonna be I thought... beautiful weather, no lines, great photos... as we got closer I realized the parking lot appeared empty... It was almost 5:0PM... "They must open at 5" Lambert said out loud... we pulled up to the LOCKED gate and just stared at the empty park... I flashed back to NLV again... The Grizlwalds finally made it to Wally World and the park was closed... I wanted to pull a Clark and cut the lock on the gate and go right in. I called the farm and a very nice lady informed me... the park closed at 3:00PM and would open again Saturday morning! ARE YOU KIDDING ME???!?!?! We sat there for a long time dazed and confused. Hoot was yelling from the backseat... "closed... are you sure?..this is the worst day ever. what are we going to do now? can we come back? I could see the rage in Lambert's eyes... we sat very still and silent. He is a planner. We rarely do things spur of the moment. He prepares and thinks things through. He almost always has a plan B... I wanted to say, "what are we going to do now Sparky?" but I wasn't sure he wouldn't kick me out of the truck... There was no plan B.. we had been in the truck for almost 2 hours at this point. The kids were on each others nerves and on our nerves. The only thing that was missing was the dead grandmother strapped to the roof of our truck. We got back on the road and headed towards Houston. Lambert recovered and truly made the best of a bad situation. We stopped at Houston's BEST Pizza place and then found a local pumpkin patch. Happy weekend from the Grizwalds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268328510/" title="DSC_5676 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6268328510_494253c63c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5676"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go with the awkward family smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6267804863/" title="DSC_5677 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6235/6267804863_c9e67a86ce_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5677"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only decent photo I got and it's blurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268328940/" title="DSC_5680 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6229/6268328940_c7ec88b957_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5680"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268329170/" title="DSC_5693 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6268329170_d10891354c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5693"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libbie pulled at her pigtail while we were eating and broke the band... she also managed to get oil in her hair so it was really looking cute once it was time for photos... I don't know what she's doing, but this was her pose for the evening. I had to work with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268329846/" title="DSC_5701 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6268329846_5e49938f68_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5701"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268329470/" title="DSC_5698 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6215/6268329470_ba49bc2684_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5698"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He physically can't make a normal smile upon request... it's not in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6267806673/" title="DSC_5731 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6179/6267806673_10c2f4018b_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5731"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6267806273/" title="DSC_5728 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6267806273_f69fe67817_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5728"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumkins were beautiful. it was so hard to choose.. We had 10 minutes as they were closing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268331288/" title="DSC_5764 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/6268331288_2e5052cba4_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5764"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the tools I purchased to carve our pumkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6267807601/" title="DSC_5786 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6098/6267807601_f6af8acfab_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert came home with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268331824/" title="DSC_5788 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6092/6268331824_7609ee9a46_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5788"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot begged for ear protection...SAFETY FIRST :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268332118/" title="DSC_5793 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6226/6268332118_ca45f36e80_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5793"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he put on his ninja head gear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268332466/" title="DSC_5803 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6268332466_c8004ed275_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5803"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking good when we decided to carve our pumkins.. Libbie passed on the pumkin guts... she made a princess instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6268332752/" title="DSC_5810 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6113/6268332752_b13a1468cc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5810"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a pumkin carving party with friends tomorrow so we'll have more pumkins to display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2971327156974284415?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2971327156974284415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/grizwalds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2971327156974284415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2971327156974284415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/grizwalds.html' title='The Grizwalds'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6268328510_494253c63c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4322863588888966065</id><published>2011-10-12T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:52:13.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Wednesday</title><content type='html'>BETTER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6238401148/" title="DSC_5468 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6047/6238401148_96821ce738_z.jpg" width="518" height="640" alt="DSC_5468"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4322863588888966065?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4322863588888966065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-word-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4322863588888966065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4322863588888966065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-word-wednesday.html' title='One Word Wednesday'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6047/6238401148_96821ce738_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7796379003779968968</id><published>2011-10-11T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:43:24.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle Your Seatbelts</title><content type='html'>I've been away far too long. Much randomness to post! Getting ready for Halloween. Hoot wants to throw a neighborhood party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236321027/" title="DSC_5537 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/6236321027_bf525f7024_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5537"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236848718/" title="DSC_5658 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6111/6236848718_0312643504_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll buy more pumkins when we visit the punkin patach this Friday!!! Love love love pumkins of all sizes shapes and colors!  I did pot the mums in the planter... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236847928/" title="DSC_5649 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6236847928_c701c96e9c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5649"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Karate Kid hanging the spiders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236848280/" title="DSC_5653 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6019/6236848280_6dc982f0a6_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5653"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoots first time on the big ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236326047/" title="DSC_5659 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6236326047_e00f20916c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5659"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're up... were ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236849292/" title="DSC_5663 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6212/6236849292_dba70d7a69_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5663"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236387035/" title="DSC_5468 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6096/6236387035_5e95332dcb_z.jpg" width="521" height="640" alt="DSC_5468"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been practicing with our costumes... Hoot is set on jumping from his tree house... which is way back on the side yard) to scare neighborhood children (which we don't usually have ANY treaters) when they come to the door. We usually go to a church fall fest or to another neighborhood to trick or treat. Our neighborhood is old and doesn't get a lot of traffic. Never the less Hoot is ready to scare some unsuspecting kiddos!  PS... he's not wearing eye liner... I just got carried away in photo shop and haven't gone back to edit... hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236846396/" title="DSC_5606 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6232/6236846396_a967eca229_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5606"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot has always loved having his face painted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236847236/" title="DSC_5611 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6118/6236847236_34a3a58eca_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5611"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll is getting the hang of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236841202/" title="DSC_5631 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6177/6236841202_d9b35562cb_z.jpg" width="540" height="640" alt="DSC_5631"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beleive she let me carry her when daddy was present... this doesn't happen often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236323713/" title="DSC_5610 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6097/6236323713_e27b67c89d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5610"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236322807/" title="DSC_5559 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6236322807_632d96dfbf_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5559"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still loves her daddy!&lt;br /&gt;The following are the events that happen EVERYTIME I ask my children to smile for the camera... she is as bad as Hoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236322541/" title="DSC_5557 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6236322541_8f5631e3e1_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5557"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236322091/" title="DSC_5553 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6042/6236322091_5fdaf62a06_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5553"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236844798/" title="DSC_5552 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6236844798_06ee353592_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5552"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's always made this weird creepy smile when asked to pose... not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her response to "SMILE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236321357/" title="DSC_5545 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6056/6236321357_89f381d870_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5545"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks away from the camera as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236320709/" title="DSC_5512 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/6236320709_358ff4a884_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5512"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have better luck with the backside.. I love this little dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Libbie to have her ears peirced last weekend... she has no idea what's about to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236842566/" title="DSC_5490 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6236842566_5686871143_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5490"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't she look relaxed???  They were soo good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My AMAZINGLY WISE friend KIM (a peanut) told me to have a lollipop on standby and as soon as they pulled the trigger to put it in her mouth.. look what happens next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236319947/" title="DSC_5491 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6054/6236319947_3306541ba4_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5491"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost in her mouth.... hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236320291/" title="DSC_5499 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6050/6236320291_7735038161_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5499"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done!! We wiped away two aligator tears and she was over it... my mom couldn't watch and kept waiting to hear her scream.. she never made a sound... the tears came, the lollipop was inserted and the tear ceased... Kim...you are awesome. I acutally purchased a bag of charms lollipops at Wallgreens... they were cheaper than buying two individuals... After Libbie had her ears pierced a sea of kids lined up to get theirs done. I must have passed out 6 lollipops to ill prepared parents... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had any problems with her ears.. she's never tugged at them or complained. They are precious!&lt;br /&gt;I told you we've been practicing with costumes... Our home is villian proof with these two heros hanging around... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236842012/" title="DSC_5442 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/6236842012_a61eebe38d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5442"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236841728/" title="DSC_5425 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6170/6236841728_2a93ce7ec9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5425"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to fight each other too...  notice her sword...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6236841498/" title="DSC_5423 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6032/6236841498_2c014ec290_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_5423"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now folks... I had to catch up and now I'm heading to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7796379003779968968?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7796379003779968968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/buckle-your-seatbelts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7796379003779968968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7796379003779968968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/buckle-your-seatbelts.html' title='Buckle Your Seatbelts'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/6236321027_bf525f7024_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4815200748580528293</id><published>2011-10-05T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:24:08.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Crashed AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>I've tried posting this a couple times. I have no photos to post :( because our computer is down again. I started this post a couple days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's feeling like fall today in Houston. I can't pull the sweaters out, but I didn't break a sweat drinking my coffee on the front porch today.  The fall decorations are out, the halloween costumes are purchased, and we are ready for fall! We made a trip to Dallas over the weekend and it was too cold for Hoot to swim... sign that summer is officially OVER! I can't wait to share the treasure I found while shopping in Dallas. The little shop I found is called The Red Shed.. they have a blog too  http://www.redshedantiques.blogspot.com/ We nosed around there garden as the shop was closed... I stumbled upon the sweetest two seater swing... I called Monday when I got back home and purchased it over the phone. they are going to hold it for me until I can pick it up...(story of my life)  I can't wait to get it home.  My sister and I took a long drive around the lake and I longed for a lake house. I sooooo want to be on the water some day... for now I can dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had virus after virus with this PC and can't seem to keep it running for more than a month or so... may be time to trade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a blessed weekend. I have many photos to post when I get my old PC back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4815200748580528293?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4815200748580528293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/computer-crashed-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4815200748580528293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4815200748580528293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/10/computer-crashed-again.html' title='Computer Crashed AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8903797856861398689</id><published>2011-09-27T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:19:12.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall</title><content type='html'>I've pulled out the fall decorations even though it still feels like were in the dawg days of summer here in the south. I love fall decorating. I'm really ready to pull out the Christmas decor too. I can not wait! I am so excited for Christmas this year. We have been so blessed and have so much to be thankful for. I've been practicing and practicing with my camera set on the "M - - - - -" word. It's getting easier, but I still have much to learn. I've also been working in Photoshop which I LOVE!!! I could stay up all night touching and retouching my photos. It's soooo much fun. I've been cleaning all day today and hope to take some photos of the casa later tonight. I can't wait to share the decor.  I recently learned how to change my photos to black and white. I know I sound like such a rookie. I am... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6189960541/" title="DSC_4711 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6189960541_e852a4fcab_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4711"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6189960703/" title="DSC_4338 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6163/6189960703_025dc01fae_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't the very best photos, but it's what I chose. Hoot is so animated. I took some great shots of them this afternoon. I can't wait to post those too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8903797856861398689?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8903797856861398689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8903797856861398689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8903797856861398689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-fall.html' title='Happy Fall'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6189960541_e852a4fcab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1144297580397225767</id><published>2011-09-21T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:46:10.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6170958501/" title="DSC_5300 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6170958501_8d88e72135_z.jpg" width="621" height="640" alt="DSC_5300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Doll has been home six months!!! In some ways it feels as if she's always been here and in other ways it feels like we've just returned from China. The past months have been a whirlwind to say the least. Libbie has transformed before our eyes. She has blossomed into this little fire cracker that blows us away. She has a spirit like wild mustang, yet she is gentle and sweet (on her terms). She is very busy and never slows down. When she falls, even when it's a bad fall, she picks herself up and tries again. She never ever gives up. Not in a million years would I have imagined the relationship I have with her today. Leaving the corporate world was the best thing I could have done for the two of us (and for our family). She cuddles with me and asks me to "Bock You Mamma" (rock her to sleep) every night. She calls for me when she is frightened or uncomfortable in her night brace. She will touch my face and pull me close to her and she loves to put my hands around her cheeks and embrace her. It took time, but we have fully bonded. Don't get me wrong... she is a daddy's girl and I think she always will be, which is fine by me. He's tough competition and I'm no match to his pony rides and tickles. Her English is amazing. She understands more than she speaks, but everyday she seems to add more and more to her vocabulary. She can count to 10, state her name and age and she knows how to shout orders at Hoot. Speaking of Hoot, he has bonded with Libbie as well.  She adores him and he likes it. They drive each other crazy, but when they're apart, they ask for each other. He is gentle with her and treats her like she's an infant. It's funny to listen to him talk to her... He baby talks and she orders him around. She loves to sword fight with him and dress up in his costumes. She came out in an Iron Man mask today and tried to scare me. Libbie is a natural survivor. She is brave and strong. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and she will let you know if she doesn't like something. I often wonder what life was really like for her in the orphanage. She showed aggressive tendencies early on and we have had to work with her on being kind and gentle. She would raise her hand like she was going to hit when she didn't like a situation. Thankfully, we worked through that behavior. She knows that she is safe and that we won't harm her and in turn she has relaxed and let her guard down. Now when she doesn't like something or feels threatened she says, "Bop Dat" Stop that... or she shows her concern in her eyes. I have also relaxed and feel more confident about our relationship. I admit I was very insecure about her feelings for me. I knew that it was normal for an adopted child to bond to one parent and I had heard that little girls sometimes bonded with daddy first. However , in my mind I really thought those moms must have done something wrong and that just wouldn't happen to me. Slowly but surely she accepted me and as I backed off and allowed her to come to me on her terms our relationship progressed. Many have asked about her physical development. She has gained 7lbs and has grown 2 inches since we've been home.  She continues to be a great eater, but has slowed down some. She's just started to tell me what she would like for meals... she'll say, "how bout... gogurt??, or how bout eggs??" I love that she can communicate what she wants now.  We have made several trips to Shriners Hospital (WE LOVE SHRINERS) and her new braces are awesome. (her new shoes are not) She walks so much better with her AFO's but we still haven't found a shoe that fits her like the shoes Shriners provided (they're boys shoes). She will have surgery some time in the near future (hopefully after Christmas) to correct her feet. She will never have movement in her ankle joints but they believe they can set her feet in a better position that will allow her to walk flat footed. She will continue to wear AFO's through her childhood but as an adult she should be able to walk without them. At this point she isn't able to walk at all without her AFO's. We continue to be amazed each day at what God shows us through this little girl. She has a love for life and doesn't seem to be bothered by her disabilities.  Her favorite movie is Tangled. She loves Rapunzel and now that her hair is long enough to pull in pig tails she calls herself Wawa Punzel. I don't know that we will ever stop calling her Wawa. It sounded so strange to call her that at first, but now it's stuck.. she is Wawa. She answers to Libbie and knows that is her name but she continues to refer to herself as Wawa. So happy six months Wawa Punzel. I love you and thank God for you daily. You have blessed our family and many others with your smile and wit. I can't imagine life without you. &lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 1:27&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1144297580397225767?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1144297580397225767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-months.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1144297580397225767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1144297580397225767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-months.html' title='Six Months'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6170958501_8d88e72135_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7808622661579500970</id><published>2011-09-14T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:43:43.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Log!</title><content type='html'>So much to post so little time. Life gets busy and just when I feel I'm getting in a groove, life happens. I must catch up and post about Hoots GALACTIC 7th birthday party. I think it was his best yet! It was by far the easiest party I've ever thrown together and I must say... it was nice not to be so stressed out over all the details. We planned ahead, and Double Dave's Pizza took care of the cooking for me! I use an amazing cake lady who also made the cookie party favors. I planned a simple game of Pin the light saber on Yoda, make Yoda Soda and blew up about 80 balloons the morning of the party... Easy breezy. Let's party. I think the Force was with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168862281/" title="DSC_5028 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6168862281_849285eb83_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5028"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6169396480/" title="DSC_5034 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6169396480_a938d30185_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5034"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168862761/" title="DSC_5036 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6168862761_91e7b74241_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5036"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168863399/" title="DSC_5038 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6168863399_20133478cc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5038"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168865541/" title="DSC_5111 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6168865541_23c7a0a3c6_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5111"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168864209/" title="DSC_5048 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6155/6168864209_da16c36912_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5048"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168865107/" title="DSC_5095 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6168865107_eceb44705b_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5095"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6169398594/" title="DSC_5076 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6158/6169398594_a9790971d3_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5076"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168865905/" title="DSC_5112 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6158/6168865905_5c089d06bc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5112"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168866301/" title="DSC_5119 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6168866301_b35d6f91e0_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5119"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6169397756/" title="DSC_5045 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6168/6169397756_b9306139a5_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5045"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ate up with Star Wars too... She runs around the house with a light saber ordering everyone to fight... she says, "Wawa fight!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168866783/" title="DSC_5124 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6168866783_b26c08872f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5124"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they all had a great time at the party! No injuries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6169401012/" title="DSC_5132 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6155/6169401012_a98aa687b0_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5132"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168867537/" title="DSC_5136 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6168867537_43315ac44e_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5136"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the games the boys loved the grabber game the best... don't understand, but they crammed into a corner and tried over and over to win the junk in the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6168867947/" title="DSC_5236 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6168867947_b52483e533_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5236"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after Hoots party, Nanna took him on a special outing just the two of them. He was so pumped to go. They had dinner and went shopping at the Lego store. He came home feeling pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6169403280/" title="DSC_5276 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6179/6169403280_8ffeefc57f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5276"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gift from us was a new bike now that he can ride without training wheels.  So a new helmet was a must. His cousin B gave him the rebel helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6169402530/" title="DSC_5262 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6168/6169402530_a22cf4abd4_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough Guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7808622661579500970?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7808622661579500970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-log.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7808622661579500970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7808622661579500970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-log.html' title='Back Log!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6168862281_849285eb83_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3845592603451047668</id><published>2011-09-13T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:05:45.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capturing Life</title><content type='html'>I have so enjoyed the photography class I won a few weeks back. I have learned so much and it's hard to believe 4 weeks have flown by. Our final class meets this Thursday and I'm sad to say farewell. My kiddos (subjects) are not impressed with my images and are completely disgusted with moms camera. The Doll sees me coming with the camera and turns her eyes away. SAD:( Hoot just rolls his eyes at me... So I've volunteered neighbors and my other family members to be my subjects while I complete the class. I'm hoping to get better about catching my kiddos in natural everyday activities that don't require them to sit still while i fumble with the camera. It just takes practice. These are just a few images I want to share. I'm excited to begin The Art of Editing this Thursday!!! More to come and a Star Wars Birthday party post is soon to follow as well... we're always busy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6141966951/" title="DSC_5192 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6166/6141966951_7aa59de7f7_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5192"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is really dark, but I love his eyes! Sweet moment with daddy on the porch swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6142521100/" title="DSC_5165 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6157/6142521100_e87ecb7356_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5165"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my neice MS. B she brought her Daphne halloween costume and her pink cowboy hat for her "photo shoot". We told her she was a model and she knew how to pose. I don't know where she learned the moves... but she was all business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6142521352/" title="DSC_5169 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6086/6142521352_fda39b65f8_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_5169"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3845592603451047668?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3845592603451047668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/capturing-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3845592603451047668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3845592603451047668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/capturing-life.html' title='Capturing Life'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6166/6141966951_7aa59de7f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4704235654811375263</id><published>2011-09-06T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T05:41:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with The Peanuts</title><content type='html'>We spent our Labor Day weekend with The Peanuts at a local resort right out of town. It was a very relaxing retreat that was much needed. I told Kim I learned how to slow down and take it all in from the Peanut family. She laughed because she thinks she's strung pretty tight. We decided it's all perception... I'm usually in such a hurry to get from point A to point B and then on to point CD and E... that I miss out on just enjoying the time with my family. I know it's hereditary because I got it from my Dad and he caught it from his mom.... Lambert and I once did Disney with my Grandma. We made it through the MK in about an hour and a half. She had it mapped out and all planned. Lambert is a stroller.... Sally isn't. She's not 5ft tall and her little legs sprinted across that park faster than Lambert could believe. We still laugh about it. I sometimes feel like a drill Sargent... I'm the mom at the parks ordering my troops to "MOVE MOVE MOVE" Hoot is a stroller too, bless his heart. So the Peanuts really did teach me a valuable lesson that I will TRY to remember the next time we vacation... SLOW DOWN (Lambert is eternally grateful to the peanut family for this aha! moment they unveiled)&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the moments I captured. I shot in Manual mode and they haven't been edited so please excuse the over/under exposure. My fingers are still fumbling and before I can get the settings adjusted my subjects have usually moved on... but I do think I captured the friendship and fun time we had this Labor Day weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122783190/" title="DSC_4875 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6122783190_7d93bcc79a_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4875"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll likes the Peanut Men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122782622/" title="DSC_4857 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6193/6122782622_0902e11e6f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4857"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122240303/" title="DSC_4851 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6068/6122240303_d7cd5263d1_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4851"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122782092/" title="DSC_4853 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6192/6122782092_2ac1fcb49c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4853"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122239757/" title="DSC_4837 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6068/6122239757_a79f7a36f6_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4837"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel the same way, but we didn't want to eskimo kiss with Daddy Peanut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122780558/" title="DSC_4819 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6122780558_5360b83f98_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4819"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122780054/" title="DSC_4802 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6070/6122780054_7557a9af63_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4802"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122779516/" title="DSC_4793 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6068/6122779516_9da73bf8b9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4793"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy clearly won!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122237823/" title="DSC_4768 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6197/6122237823_52cde58cac_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4768"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also father and son bonding... The Peanuts got to see Hoot's mad atheltic skills all over the resort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122237133/" title="DSC_4763 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6122237133_41d10f476c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4763"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122778816/" title="DSC_4765 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6061/6122778816_de979edc4a_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4765"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the Doll to spend more time with this sweetheart. I can only pray that a little of her gentleness and kindness might rub off on her. Kate is super sweet and Libbie is super spicy for sure. I've read about spicy girls from southern China, but didn't know exactlly what the term meant... i know now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122242359/" title="DSC_4894 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6072/6122242359_626b0cc3d9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4894"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can hold her own!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my Hoot... what can I say??? I madly love this little person God entrusted to me. He is just a special little man that makes my heart sing. The cut below his nose happend Sunday evening... our room was poolside so we left the glass door opened and pulled the screen door shut... Hoot walked right throug the screen door going pretty fast. He took the door off the track!! He suffered only minor injuries but his feelings were pretty hurt. It scared him to death!!  Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122242695/" title="DSC_4933 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6122242695_6b09fbb2c4_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4933"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6122784496/" title="DSC_4936 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6190/6122784496_cf4990b1e2_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4936"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing sing sing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4704235654811375263?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4704235654811375263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/fun-with-peanuts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4704235654811375263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4704235654811375263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/fun-with-peanuts.html' title='Fun with The Peanuts'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6122783190_7d93bcc79a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-656038580067637640</id><published>2011-09-02T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:46:17.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6107246680/" title="DSC_4711 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6107246680_80b5573dda_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4711"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6107246918/" title="DSC_4717 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6107246918_9af737ed57_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4717"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6106699203/" title="DSC_4464 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6106699203_39169f91df_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4464"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6106698911/" title="DSC_4449 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6083/6106698911_c410e688ee_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4449"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe a few words. She is happy and I am thankful. Truly a blessing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-656038580067637640?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/656038580067637640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/656038580067637640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/656038580067637640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6107246680_80b5573dda_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7998632046705235764</id><published>2011-08-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:30:37.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalking</title><content type='html'>So lately I have been doing more stalking and a lot less posting. I've been busy too. I don't know how so many bloggers post so often. I can't find the time! I mentioned in a previous post that I was taking a photography class with an amazing photographer in PA. http://www.thelongroadtochina.com/ I ordered a fixed 50mm lens and it came today so I have been VERY busy trying to catch some photos of the littles. I have a ton of homework and I am so excited to learn. I've come across some awesome photography blogs and just can't get enough lately. I want to learn more and just get better and better. These are just a few of the shots I took today. They are unedited... I learn that in a couple weeks. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6098862232/" title="DSC_4596 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6185/6098862232_b6e94b4eca_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4596"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6098314381/" title="DSC_4593 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6072/6098314381_98dacf1c95_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6098313755/" title="DSC_4526 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6098313755_bb5dfc4708_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4526"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll thinks she's The Chef... and she's a bossy chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6098313435/" title="DSC_4523 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6081/6098313435_3476a82a8c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4523"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend bought Libbie and I matching aprons. She wears hers daily! She loves to be in the kitchen and it makes me happy. We have something we enjoy together. However She is VERY messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6098314025/" title="DSC_4590 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6098314025_c4626f53b3_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4590"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's telling me she's had enough as I took this shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7998632046705235764?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7998632046705235764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/stalking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7998632046705235764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7998632046705235764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/stalking.html' title='Stalking'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6185/6098862232_b6e94b4eca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-9009969240381954461</id><published>2011-08-27T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:45:39.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been all my life??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1rZFVX3XjY/TlnViIySlsI/AAAAAAAABBk/RfWdy4uzIwM/s1600/painting%2Bwith%2BAnnie%2BSloan%2BChalk%2BPaint%2B%25283%2529_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1rZFVX3XjY/TlnViIySlsI/AAAAAAAABBk/RfWdy4uzIwM/s400/painting%2Bwith%2BAnnie%2BSloan%2BChalk%2BPaint%2B%25283%2529_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645778390336313026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across town today to pick up Annie Sloan's famous chalk paint.... I am sold!!  We had friends over for dinner and after they left I decided to paint one chair... the one I messed up with oil base paint earlier in the week. I don't know Annie Sloan but if I ever meet her, I will embrace her with a texas size hug!! This is is the best product ever invented. I finished the first coat on 4 of the 6 chairs. It dries quickly and if my arm didn't hurt from painting I would finish the other two. (and I have to wake up for church in the morning). So I watched a tutorial on Youtube and I while I was purchasing the paint, there was a woman painting a hutch with the product. It's sooooo easy, I can hardly beleive my eyes. The finish is awesome. Zero brush strokes and super simple clean up. I just can't get over how great this stuff is. I will never buy regualar paint again! Thank you to my friend Kim who turned me onto it. Miss Mustard Seed http://missmustardseed.blogspot.com/ swears by it so if you don't take it from me, take it from miss mustardseed. The price tag is higher than regualr paint, but it's worth EVERY penny. Now go paint something. Pics to follow! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-9009969240381954461?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9009969240381954461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/9009969240381954461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/9009969240381954461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html' title='Where have you been all my life??'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1rZFVX3XjY/TlnViIySlsI/AAAAAAAABBk/RfWdy4uzIwM/s72-c/painting%2Bwith%2BAnnie%2BSloan%2BChalk%2BPaint%2B%25283%2529_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-271270267053765270</id><published>2011-08-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:21:32.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>7 Years ago, I came home from my ob appointment upset with news that I was going to have to endure a c-section. I had always dreamed about the excitement of going into labor and rushing to the hospital to deliver the precious new baby. Hoot was breech my entire pregnancy and after a routine ob appointment my doctor sent me over to the hospital to see if they could convince the little Hoot to turn. After lots of pushing and pulling and more pushing my doctor scheduled his delivery for September 21st and told me to go home and take it easy. As I drove home I teared up a little. I had just had my baby showers that Sunday and I was ready for my water to break that day! I was swollen (really swollen) hot and miserable. I just knew that he was going to come into the world that day. I called Lambert and told him the news and how disappointed I was about the c-section. We had just completed labor and delivery classes and he was ready to be my coach and support through it all! So as any good husband would say, he told me to meet him at our favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner. I had Kung Pao Chicken lots of water and went home to bed. At 1:52AM I woke up and told Lambert I had wet the bed!!! It must have been all the water I drank at dinner. Then in my dazed confused state I realized I did not wet the bed. My water broke and it was game time! We called my doctor and she called right back. My contractions were coming hard and fast. I told my doctor I was going to shower and fix my hair and she said I needed to get in the car and get to the hospital ASAP. We were met at the door rushed to the delivery room and the next thing I knew Hoot was welcomed into the world. It all happened so fast. Lambert almost missed the delivery because he was still getting scrubbed up. The anesthesiologist took pictures for us and finally Lambert made his way in. It truly was a beautiful time for us. We enjoyed the quiet special time we had together and by the time I got to the recovery room my mom and sister were already there. They flew in from Dallas and got to see the Hootser after his short stay in the NICU. He was the sweetest baby I had ever laid eyes on. I never knew love the way I knew love that morning. I was able to grasp God's love for us in those early hours. Nothing he could do could make me love him more... or less. He was perfection. Everything about him was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 7 years!!! Hoot is amazing. He's funny and kind. He's honest and compassionate. He keeps me in check and he is still perfect in this mamma's eyes. Ask me again in 7 years and I may not have the same response (he'll be 14). Where did 7 years go? How does it go by so quickly? Everyone told me it would happen just this way, but I didn't believe it. Raising children is such a huge responsibility and it seems like I've blinked and a third of it has already passed right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Hootster and I am so thankful that I have been blessed to be called your mom. We are so proud of you and can't wait to see what big plans God has in store for you. We know you are going to do great things. Nothing could make me love you more or less. Happy 7th Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6075343744/" title="DSC_3994 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6075343744_324ee1af82_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6074803815/" title="DSC_4260 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6192/6074803815_53bc9de4a2_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4260"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the sweetest sleeper ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6074803903/" title="DSC_4183 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6074803903_9e5a2eed31_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6074804025/" title="DSC_4191 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6087/6074804025_ec6a03b6c6_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_4191"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-271270267053765270?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/271270267053765270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/7-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/271270267053765270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/271270267053765270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/7-years-ago.html' title='7 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6075343744_324ee1af82_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2353913021114041742</id><published>2011-08-22T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:45:08.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around The House</title><content type='html'>Now that school is back in session I can focus my attention on a few housekeeping items. I've started a couple DIY projects, an online class and we bought a new piece of furniture. I SWORE I would never EVER do it, but I did it... we purchased a sectional for our family room. I LOVE it ( i know it has no eternal value and love is probably too strong of a word, but i do like it A LOT). Lambert has wanted a sectional since we first married and I firmly refused. I could only imagine the poly blend blue velvet sectional with cup holders and reclining ends.. Sorry if you have this, but I just could not go there... I've always been a form over function kinda gal. However, now that we are a family of four... function is good and I do enjoy snuggling up on the sofa for movie night. The sectional was a good choice and it fits our family room perfect. It's very comfortable and it looks great in the room. I purchased 6 windsor chairs off craigslist last year and have wanted to paint them a robins egg blue for a while. Well I'm fully committed now. I painted one and I love the color, but I don't love the finish... streaky and grainy. I may have to take them to a professional to finish. I thought it would be an easy project and I've read so many blogs that make it look easy!! I don't know what I did, but it's a mess. I also started a photography class with Lisa at http://www.thelongroadtochina.com/ Boy have I learned a TON of great information about my camera and basic photography. The class is called Get Out of the Auto Zone... she is an amazing teacher and I HIGHLY recommend her if you're looking to improve your shooting skills. I've also started my quiet times again. I can't express how much better my day goes by spending a few quiet minutes in the word each morning. My whole perspective is different and I'm a lot less anxious. I've also been working a lot with the Doll... she is such a smart little cookie, but she is hard headed too! I am trying to teach her colors and it's like she is intentionally not learning.... She picks up on most everything and her English is amazing, but when we review colors or play color games she just won't repeat or retain what I tell her. I'm praying for patience, but I am running out!!! I don't think I could home school... Anyone else have this problem???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6070126073/" title="DSC_4241 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6070126073_04c0bc9022_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4241"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pay any attention to the laundry on the table behind the sofa... always laundry to be folded and ironed! I get more done if I bring it to the table and put it away promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6070672770/" title="DSC_4245 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6185/6070672770_363bb2a293_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4245"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6070672456/" title="DSC_4242 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6198/6070672456_9625222f21_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6070126349/" title="DSC_4244 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6070126349_512e16c08f_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_4244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2353913021114041742?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2353913021114041742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/around-house.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2353913021114041742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2353913021114041742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/around-house.html' title='Around The House'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6070126073_04c0bc9022_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4609209315510070127</id><published>2011-08-18T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T06:50:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade</title><content type='html'>Hoot finally went to sleep last night and woke up chipper and ready for his first day. The morning routine went great and we safely delivered him to the first grade classroom. He's ready to see old friends and make new friends. We're super excited that his kinder teacher moved up with the class. The kids knew just what to do when they arrived. They each put up their backpacks, sat down at their appointed desk and began their writing assignment. I'm sure the new kids will follow right along. This is sure to be a great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6056094840/" title="DSC_4190 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6077/6056094840_a698d40c9a_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_4190"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic First Grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6056094924/" title="DSC_4192 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6056094924_19deb7081a_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_4192"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's spelling wow with his mouth and fingers (he learned this skill at VBS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6056094996/" title="DSC_4199 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6056094996_6ef6ab9a1d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4199"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rules~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6055547787/" title="DSC_4162 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6068/6055547787_2f95fa0542_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot and Daddy checked out the classroom earlier this week. He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6056094656/" title="DSC_4165 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6190/6056094656_93a39a7330_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4165"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did the doll. she thought she was staying with Hoot this morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6056094432/" title="DSC_4152 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6077/6056094432_983252b104_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4152"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6055548031/" title="DSC_4171 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6203/6055548031_86800e2c58_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4171"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Back to School. &lt;br /&gt;I am super excited to start my photography class this evening. I can't wait to take better photos of the littles. the shots I got of Hoot at home this morning were a disaster! we may have a make up session tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4609209315510070127?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4609209315510070127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-grade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4609209315510070127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4609209315510070127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-grade.html' title='First Grade'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6077/6056094840_a698d40c9a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3829868398859747200</id><published>2011-08-17T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:47:38.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>Well it's here folks... school officially commences tomorrow morning for the Hootster. He is ready too. He was in bed by 8:15 and asleep by 8:30PM.(not really he is still awake, i just thought he was asleep) The backpack is loaded, pencils sharpened, folders labeled and our boy is ready for first grade. i love back to school. I love the newness of the crayola crayons and the bright and shiny folders. I love the smell of a new back pack... I love it all. I think it's more fun for me than it is for him. August is a big month for Hoot. His birthday is next week so we'll have a family birthday party. Labor Day were heading to a resort and then the next weekend we'll celebrate his birthday with a fun Star Wars party with all his friends from school. He's getting so big and I must share some his latest and greatest funny quotes.. we got his hair cut earlier this week and the girl that cut his hair told him he had grown so much since the last time she had seen him (it's been a while since they butchered it last time. I boycotted for a while but he begged to go back and I caved) She told him she remembered that he liked pirates and Thomas the train way back when... he responded, "not anymore lady, I'm into aliens and robots and my birthday is next week if you want to put it on a list." She asked him what he wanted for his birth day and he responded, "I really need a whip so I can whip my mom around the front yard when she needs it" ???? He told me earlier this week that he needed more servants because I wasn't helping him out enough. He's had a baby sitter since he was born that was at his beckon call... when I decided to stay home we had to let her go... he said she was a much better servant than me and that I needed to hire some help for him. But this is the greatest... we played a game with a friend in the car on the way home from the museum... the question was... Hoot, if you could have any car you wanted on your 16th birthday what would it be?? He gave it serious thought and then said, "If I could have any car it would have to be a minivan!!" We both busted out laughing. She asked why a minivan and he said because they have doors that open and close by themselves like a robot! He is my kiddo. I dreamed of a station wagon and he wants a minivan. I love Hoot! Seriously,we are working diligently on manners, respect, self control and gratitude. I know I could use help in these areas, but I want my children to exhibit positive behavior in all these areas. A smarty pants 7 year old is not so cute and we feel it is our God given responsibility to mold our children into the adults we want them to become. Good kids don't just happen, it's work!! So daily we work on instilling positive life lessons with him. (Libbie too, but she's still working on the language.) We are looking forward to this school year and what God has in store for us. I am so thankful to be home with them and can't wait for all that First grade has in store for us! Blessings to you and your kiddos too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020010267/" title="DSC_3795 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6149/6020010267_91ffa7b884_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3795"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3829868398859747200?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3829868398859747200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3829868398859747200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3829868398859747200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6149/6020010267_91ffa7b884_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2631460368461380709</id><published>2011-08-03T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:32:05.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out!</title><content type='html'>I've been working on this post for over a week now. CRAZY. I'm dropping balls like crazy and can't seem to get it together. My home PC crashed so I'm using the laptop. I can't upload photos from Flickr on the laptop for whatever reason so I've not been inclined to post. I am alive just trying to juggle everything and not doing a good job at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a worrier by nature. I worry about almost everything. I know it's a sin. I worry about things I have absolutely no control over and I worry about things that probably won't ever happen. I have had a lot on my plate these last few weeks and I'm having a difficult time turning it over to God. I pray about it and let it go... but then I find myself taking it back from him and worrying about it all over again. Makes me tired! So there ya go.. a little tidbit of transparency from Hoot's Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right a long... we continue to be very busy... I can't believe summer is fleeting and school is upon us in just a few short weeks. I'm ready for a routine, but not ready for all that comes with school starting.... homework, piano practice and waking Hoot for school in the mornings. UGH! We are not morning peeps at our casa (excluding Lambert... he is soooo a morning person) Hoot on the other hand is not ready for school to start. He is enjoying all that summer offers. He told me this has been the best summer ever. He has made friends with a neighborhood little boy and they are insuperable. It's really been too hot to play outdoors during the day so we try to head out after dinner and let him meet up. They ride bikes, hang out in Hoot's fort and oddly enough talk a lot.. Were not sure what all they talk about, but they can sit for an hour and just talk. They share some of the same interests in Star Wars, Legos and comic books and they both have vivid imaginations. It's been good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how long it's taking me to post, but I'm just flat worn out. This weekend were all taking sinus medicine. I think we have the summer cold!&lt;br /&gt;Hoot had golf camp last week. He loved it. Can't wait to go back next year. it was way to hot for me. He was worn out when he got home but said it was awesome.  Here are a few photos I've manged to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020009813/" title="DSC_4068 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6150/6020009813_2a26c32918_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4068"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020010007/" title="DSC_4069 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6134/6020010007_579c13b2a6_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4069"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020008893/" title="DSC_4054 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/6020008893_0d7e062ee4_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4054"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020009511/" title="DSC_4064 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/6020009511_b995c012ab_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4064"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020009333/" title="DSC_4061 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6022/6020009333_4166f56945_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4061"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he liked the golf cart rides the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libbie didn't like golf camp.. too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020008549/" title="DSC_4045 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6026/6020008549_2ea774923d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_4045"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020008309/" title="DSC_3943 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6133/6020008309_678147cf62_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3943"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun with cousin B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been to Dallas too. We tried out the Gaylord... Very nice.. Lots of swimming. The two fish loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020008033/" title="DSC_3868 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6021/6020008033_da9bcccc81_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3868"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020008163/" title="DSC_3926 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6142/6020008163_90dbd07985_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3926"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must eat at Babes when in the Dallas area... so yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll eats her shirts when she's tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/6020010145/" title="DSC_3790 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/6020010145_a7cc6f26e9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3790"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's eating her shirt as I type this post. time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2631460368461380709?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2631460368461380709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/worn-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2631460368461380709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2631460368461380709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/08/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6150/6020009813_2a26c32918_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5379093241102338914</id><published>2011-07-27T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:54:52.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!!</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting to share the news!!!  I won the free seat for Lisa's http://www.thelongroadtochina.com/   "Get out of the Auto Zone" photography class!!  I am so excited. I didn't know if she had posted the results, but she has so it's safe for me to share the great news! I never win anything so this was an amazing blessing. It came at the perfect time too. Lambert and I celebrated 13 years of wedded bliss Monday and he bought me a new lens for my camera!  I have lens love right now. (and husband love). I have posted MANY times about my amazing husband, but I'll share it again. I am married to my very best friend. He's honest and supportive and he loves me unconditionally. He has certainly proved that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lambert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5981307429/" title="DSC_3709 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5981307429_5eee52397d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3709"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5379093241102338914?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5379093241102338914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-won.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5379093241102338914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5379093241102338914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-won.html' title='I WON!!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5981307429_5eee52397d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8231561923314298905</id><published>2011-07-19T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:30:22.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wJM_U8seMA/TiWF7NgHv8I/AAAAAAAABBU/u2afT-w7ryY/s1600/84.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631054161379835842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wJM_U8seMA/TiWF7NgHv8I/AAAAAAAABBU/u2afT-w7ryY/s400/84.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. Praise the Glorious Maker above. We haven't had a good rain since end of January beginning of February. I'm up early. (in solitude) Lambert took Hoot to work with him this morning. Hoot has begged for Lambert to take him to the shop for about 2 years now. They will enjoy a greasy breakfast at a local cafe and then Lambert will make his routine trip to Sams, which Hoot will love. He also has to run into Houston to pick up a few parts then they will return to the shop where Hoot will greet employees and customers. Hoot is wearing a ratrod t-shirt his papa bought him last year. He felt it was fitting given the shop is full of classic and custom hotrods. It's (work) all so romantic in the eyes of a soon to be 7 year old. The Doll and I will meet them for lunch and he will come home with me (sure to be ready for an afternoon nap) while it rains... I hope... I just finished another short book a neighbor brought me. 84, Charing Cross Road. I told her how I enjoyed The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society and she insisted I follow it with 84, Charing Cross Road. It's a beautiful correspondence between a freelance writer living in NYC and a used book dealer in London. The first letter is dated 1949 a few years after the end of WWII. Rationing was going on in London and most families were still feeling the effects of the war. The best part of the book is that the story is non-fiction. The actual letters were first published in 1969. I love the sweet friendship captured in the letters. It's a quick read that will tug at your heart especially if your an Anglophile. Okay, I'm done with the book review. I'm going to sit outside and listen to the rain while I enjoy my coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8231561923314298905?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8231561923314298905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/bring-rain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8231561923314298905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8231561923314298905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/bring-rain.html' title='Bring The Rain'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wJM_U8seMA/TiWF7NgHv8I/AAAAAAAABBU/u2afT-w7ryY/s72-c/84.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1585450178860231327</id><published>2011-07-17T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:00:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Filled Weekend</title><content type='html'>Our fun actually started Wednesday. We had dinner with family friends which involved swimming. (thankfully we had no accidents in the pool:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948458664/" title="DSC_3560 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6018/5948458664_c23d48d405_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3560"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet hugs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948458796/" title="DSC_3564 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6145/5948458796_8732ee78e9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3564"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Lambert's birthday but he had plans for us to go to the circus so we had his VERY YUMMY birthday dinner Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948440356/" title="DSC_3582 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5948440356_26e2bbfb7a_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3582"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids helped me make homemade cheesecake. We sang Happy Birthday Friday before we headed out to the circus. The Doll loved all the celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947884703/" title="DSC_3586 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5947884703_8a96409ef3_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3586"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948440614/" title="DSC_3587 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6149/5948440614_08dea7e207_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3587"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert and I spent the morning in Houston. We had a nice breakfast togehter and then did some shopping at our favorite shopping spot. It was so nice to just be together. It doesn't happen often enough. I love just sitting and being with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the circus and she didn't know what to think. We weren't sure how she would handle it, but.... SHE LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947885309/" title="DSC_3621 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6021/5947885309_22c6d1f6e8_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3621"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948440830/" title="DSC_3612 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6014/5948440830_2c74f238b3_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3612"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot always seems to have her in a choke hold... not sure why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948441280/" title="DSC_3625 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6123/5948441280_b18b19a358_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3625"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert says I'm not in enough photos so he took some of me with the kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948441416/" title="DSC_3647 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6145/5948441416_dd8bae9016_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3647"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly is a great show.. however the turnout was terrible. There were lots of empty seats. We could have moved to the front row of the floor section at intermission if we wanted to. We had great seats so we stayed put, but I was shocked at how few people were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947885787/" title="DSC_3649 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6021/5947885787_77c3984800_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3649"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948441928/" title="DSC_3665 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6020/5948441928_7390407bfa_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3665"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we stayed home and had a relaxing evening. We had an early dinner and the kiddos played out doors until dark. Hoot has the best little friend two doors down and they enjoy getting together.&lt;br /&gt;She copies her big brother almost ALL of the time.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we decided to take a family day and head to Galveston. It was an awesome day too. We did some things we haven't done before and I think we all enjoyed it. First we ate at our favorite haunt.. Bennos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948457860/" title="DSC_3783 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5948457860_455335fc43_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3783"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gumbo is the best and the littles love the chicken strips. It's a must try if you're in Galveston. Then we headed over to the streets adorned with the wood carvings. Many of the historic trees were lost during hurricane Ike. The strong winds uprooted many, but the salt water killed thousands more. Local artisans sculpted new life into many of these trees. You can find them tucked in gardens and peeping over fences. Our favorite is the great dane leaning over an iron fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948462928/" title="DSC_3666 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/5948462928_e6fc7594ea_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homeowners decorated him appropriately for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948445506/" title="DSC_3670 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6137/5948445506_5527495ab5_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_3670"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948445680/" title="DSC_3672 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6003/5948445680_164d975aaa_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3672"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an affection for owls being Hoot's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947890673/" title="DSC_3676 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6013/5947890673_fe82703e3f_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_3676"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947890079/" title="DSC_3673 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5947890079_625d340865_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3673"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him if he didn't smile for me, I was going to make him go back in the ocean!! Read previous Galveston post:) He detests the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947890869/" title="DSC_3677 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6124/5947890869_75dcfa49ef_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3677"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947906375/" title="DSC_3694 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6007/5947906375_7a6eb3ea3c_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="DSC_3694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed over to Bishops Palace for a tour. We have never done this before, but we loved it. The docent was so interesting. She gave the best tour. The house was amazing but we couldn't take photos once inside. It was 20,000 sq ft. The owners built it in the late 1800's for $350K. The widow sold the home in the 1920's when she moved to Washington. The house sat on the market for 3 years with no offers. It was finally sold to the Catholic Diocese for a mere $40,000!!!! We were very fascinated by the tour. Hoot enjoyed it as well. The Doll not so much... she tolerated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948462212/" title="DSC_3736 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/5948462212_d5bd3c8116_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3736"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948450462/" title="DSC_3703 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6128/5948450462_48eacd890f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3703"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948450602/" title="DSC_3728 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6149/5948450602_a7241128be_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3728"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these kiddos&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along we made our way back to the seawall and rented a family bike... We've never done this before, but it was a blast. I'm so glad we did. We strolled along (Lambert did most of the pedaling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947898347/" title="DSC_3755 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/5947898347_36ff7e1d55_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3755"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a look at the construction going on. There is a new pier coming to Galveston soon. The Fertitta's are launching Pleasure Pier. The pier will be similar to the Boardwalk in Kemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948462358/" title="DSC_3778 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6011/5948462358_cb5b464793_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947901781/" title="DSC_3779 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6027/5947901781_a6e312dd2b_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3779"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like much now, but it's going to be great. It's site was home to the historic Flagship Hotel that was finally torn down after Hurricane Ike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take this photo. Oh to be young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5948457698/" title="DSC_3781 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6009/5948457698_b75cab0e58_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3781"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5947898489/" title="DSC_3770 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6020/5947898489_4788029fdb_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3770"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for this entirely too lengthy post. I had to fit it all in because who knows when I'll post again. I'm tired! Please forgive the misspellings... I'll have to go back later and edit:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1585450178860231327?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1585450178860231327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-filled-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1585450178860231327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1585450178860231327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-filled-weekend.html' title='Fun Filled Weekend'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6018/5948458664_c23d48d405_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2320277500503236969</id><published>2011-07-12T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T08:34:43.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd4vZpD0eWo/Th9jaudm5uI/AAAAAAAABBM/q1IMxnYY5MY/s1600/gurne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd4vZpD0eWo/Th9jaudm5uI/AAAAAAAABBM/q1IMxnYY5MY/s400/gurne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629327370036373218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg08HEOds2s/Th9jac-jVZI/AAAAAAAABBE/b2ZXLS3YCOc/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg08HEOds2s/Th9jac-jVZI/AAAAAAAABBE/b2ZXLS3YCOc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629327365342713234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me, this post is all over the place. Being home the last couple of weeks has been utter BLISS for this newby SAHM. I have longed for this time for a very long time... I'm able to prepare breakfast for the kiddos, read with Hoot every morning and manage afternoon "tea for two" with the Doll. Her English is coming along and I enjoy working with her. We started speech therapy, but after our visit to Shriners, they tell us she really doesn't need it. I'm working with her at home on stretching and mobility. The good thing is she enjoys doing things for herself. Tomorrow is Lambert's birthday. We're going to the circus... he's a giver that man. So tonight were having a real fancy birthday dinner... grilled steak, potatoes, asparagus, and salad. (i should make sweet corn, but that wouldn't be nice) For his birthday cake we made his all time favorite New York Cheesecake with Carmel sauce and strawberries. YUMMY! We even brought out the silver and crystal... it doesn't happen often enough. I'm ususally too tired to clean it, but I love it!  Hoot has already dressed for the occasion. He came out at 3:00PM in slacks, a button down adorned with his chapel tie. I asked if he was going to wear his formal flip flops. Fair question, it's summer. As he rolled his eyes, he informed me he would be wearing his church shoes with dress socks... as opposed to sports socks. I have cleaned out and under things that have needed to be cleaned for YEARS, but there was no time... It feels great. I've been able to finish two books which is a lot for me and I devoured them both! I highly recommend each although they are very different reads. I'm certain they have both been on every must read list from Oprah to Paige at Simple Life... I'm always behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll post birthday celebration photos soon! (maybe, I'm a blog slacker lately)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2320277500503236969?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2320277500503236969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/bliss.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2320277500503236969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2320277500503236969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd4vZpD0eWo/Th9jaudm5uI/AAAAAAAABBM/q1IMxnYY5MY/s72-c/gurne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3594803398958269622</id><published>2011-07-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:38:35.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Training</title><content type='html'>Our Galveston 4th of July plans were abruptly cancelled so we had to act quick and come up with plans to entertain two hot whiny kids after church Sunday afternoon. We came home and started surfing the web for nearby attractions... We knew we wouldn't be able to book a hotel in Galveston due to the masses of people ascending on the island. So... we looked North. We'll never go back to La Tour "ghetto" in Conroe so we kept searching. We came across The Woodlands Resort, booked it, packed up two kids and headed out at 3:00 in the afternoon. We arrived, sun protected the littles and made our way to the pool! We knew if we forgot something, there was a target nearby. (and yes we did have to go... diapers... kinda need those) We have a new favorite resort! We stayed in a little bungalow on the pond and it felt like we were at camp. WONDERFUL! The grounds were well maintained and the room was very clean. I can't wait to go back. It's a great place to get away and it's only an hour away from home. We had a great 4th of July minus the fireworks... which suits me just fine. I can take them or leave them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the corn... Indiana has the best sweet corn in all the world (no exaggeration)My family LOVES sweet corn... When it's sweet corn season sometimes my grandfather makes it a meal... he can put away the corn. REALLY. When I'm there I can't get enough of it. We smother it in butter and salt and grind away sometimes a dozen or so ears... (also no exaggeration). I was very disappointed that my spouse did not appreciate the sweet corn. How could anyone, especially someone I married, not get Indiana sweet corn. I was truly a little offended and consider this a character flaw. Then, my sweet Hoot comes along and I just know he will get the corn gene from the Trum family... He did not. So every summer, I gnaw away at this fine delicacy alone. The butter runs down my face and it's true gluttony. Gluttony is not nearly as fun alone as it is with a partner... Today, I met my partner. We stopped for bbq on the way home from the Woodlands and I ordered an ear of corn... lets just say, I did not have the opportunity to enjoy it because The Doll beat me to it. Look at Papa... I have a new partner! We won't make our Indiana trip during the season so Great Grandma and Granna will need to start packing it away for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5903254096/" title="DSC_3508 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6029/5903254096_dc7c96acf0_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3508"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5903254212/" title="DSC_3509 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5903254212_681200ed47_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3509"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5902694739/" title="DSC_3511 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5316/5902694739_49e10f7c99_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3511"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5902694847/" title="DSC_3513 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5115/5902694847_413a3472dc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3513"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5903254644/" title="DSC_3516 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5120/5903254644_975515f7d9_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3516"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5903254762/" title="DSC_3515 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6022/5903254762_59ff6d505e_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3515"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Joy... Were having watermellon for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;4th of July photos to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3594803398958269622?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3594803398958269622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/indiana-training.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3594803398958269622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3594803398958269622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/indiana-training.html' title='Indiana Training'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6029/5903254096_dc7c96acf0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8349244543790480912</id><published>2011-07-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:49:54.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Happenings</title><content type='html'>The house is a wreck. We have been a busy little family. We've been swimming daily, beaching on the weekends, movie watching in the evenings and enjoying friends often! With that said, there is laundry everywhere, mail that needs to be sorted, and dust bunnies in almost every corner of the casa! and.... Dixie (our scottie) stinks,no matter how many baths she gets! But... we're having lots of fun and making the most of our summer.  Happy Fourth because I'm sure I won't post again before then. I am so thankful for our freedom and those that gave all to make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't every family have a huge tent in the family room for the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5894350100/" title="DSC_3430 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5894350100_eff1fbae33_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3430"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5893782955/" title="DSC_3435 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5071/5893782955_125c56c4e8_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3435"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two make me happy!!! No matter how much they trash our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5894350332/" title="DSC_3438 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6008/5894350332_d65ae588fc_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3438"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how the Doll still has her hospital id bracelet on... she won't let me take it off. it's jewelry :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8349244543790480912?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8349244543790480912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-happenings.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8349244543790480912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8349244543790480912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-happenings.html' title='House Happenings'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5894350100_eff1fbae33_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5736174671361336048</id><published>2011-06-27T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:00:35.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shriners Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5878950753/" title="envy0857 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5878950753_5bfef42a95_z.jpg" width="429" height="640" alt="envy0857"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweet Doll!   &lt;br /&gt;  Psalm 139: 13-18&lt;br /&gt;13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. &lt;br /&gt;14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; &lt;br /&gt;   your works are wonderful, &lt;br /&gt;   I know that full well. &lt;br /&gt;15 My frame was not hidden from you &lt;br /&gt;   when I was made in the secret place, &lt;br /&gt;   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; &lt;br /&gt;   all the days ordained for me were written in your book &lt;br /&gt;   before one of them came to be. &lt;br /&gt;17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God! &lt;br /&gt;   How vast is the sum of them! &lt;br /&gt;18 Were I to count them, &lt;br /&gt;   they would outnumber the grains of sand— &lt;br /&gt;   when I awake, I am still with you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shriner's Hospital was AMAZING!!! I can't think of any better word to sum up our experience today. The staff, the facility, the Shriners... It's the whole package. We received excellent care and left feeling very encouraged. The Doll was medically diagnosed with Amyoplasia which is described via Wikipedia "as a generalized lack in the newborn of muscular development and growth, with contracture and deformity at most joints. It is the most common form of arthrogryposis." We were pretty confident this is what she had but it was made certain today. The doctors did not sugar coat her condition but gave us great hope for her future. She has already amazed us by her determination and will, but they told us to buckle our seat belts because we would be blown away by what she will accomplish. She was so brave and never let on that she was afraid. She was poked and stretched and handled it all like a pro. She will begin her treatment right away. She is scheduled for surgery in about six months and will be in new braces within a couple weeks. The good news is, Libbie's condition won't progress or worsen as she gets older. I got a little choked up today when I thought about where were were just a few short months ago... We were 8,000 miles from home, alone, (no good food to be found), with what seemed like the weight of the world on our shoulders. Today, almost four months later everything was put in perspective. We had never heard of arthrogryposis nor did we know if her condition would progress. Our fears were real fears, big fears, crippling fears... how can we afford this, how will we care for her daily needs, how will we be able to keep up with her therapy, how will Hoot feel about all of this???? God knew. He wasn't caught off guard or surprised by her condition. He knew she was our daughter and that HE would provide and meet all of our needs. I was so thankful to have her in our family and so proud of her for her courage. I hate what she has been through already and know that she has a lot ahead of her. I thought about the upcoming surgeries and then her past surgeries in China. I hope that someone cuddled her close when she came out of anesthesia. I'll never know her past, but I am positive that she will be held and loved through everything to come. I sound like a broken record, but I thank God for her and what He is revealing to us through her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5736174671361336048?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5736174671361336048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/shriners-hospital.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5736174671361336048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5736174671361336048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/shriners-hospital.html' title='Shriners Hospital'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5878950753_5bfef42a95_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6471701513767584121</id><published>2011-06-26T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:11:52.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT~</title><content type='html'>Really... I quit my job... it's even hard to type those words. I mentioned a while back that I had been wrestling with God and he was going to do something big in our life. I struggled over the issue of working or staying at home with the littles. About three weeks ago I discussed the idea with my employer and a week later finally decided my heart truly was at home and I needed to give it all up. I wasn't passionate about my work and hadn't been for a long time. I enjoyed what I did, but I certainly wasn't working as if unto the Lord. I wanted desperately to be a SAHM. I envied all of you wonderful moms that are able to stay at home and raise a family. Hoot has asked me daily why I had to work away from the home. I know its where I need to be but it's hard to give up all I've known for the last 20 years. I've been with my current employer for 13 years!!! Where did the time go? In the end the fear of looking back in 10 years and regretting not being at home when I had the chance out weighed the benefits of working outside the home. So... we may be living in a van down by the river soon... but I'll be with my children in the van! I assume I'll start clipping coupons sooner rather than later and my ebay/craigslist days are probably over! I know that God will provide for our family. On another note we're super excited that tomorrow we'll be visiting the amazing Shriner's hospital with the Doll and hopefully begin her therapy in the near future. We know she's got a long road ahead of her with a rigorous schedule of treatments! This was another contributing factor for me to be at home. So... I am officially a SAHM!!! Yeah for me! AND... were in the full throws of summer. VBS kicked off tonight and will run through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5875129857/" title="DSC_3379 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5875129857_da2a70fa15_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3379"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot is having a ball with his friends... this year he's even singing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5875129709/" title="DSC_3361 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/5875129709_8a2cbfe665_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3361"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5875129441/" title="DSC_3354 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5875129441_a79829b3cd_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3354"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Libster enjoyed tonights kickoff and notice THE DRESS... Thank you Dawn and Lucy... She loves it and even said "Lucy's dress" when we put it on:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5875129541/" title="DSC_3355 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/5875129541_5f9632b2db_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3355"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We spent this afternoon in Galveston. We built sand castles, buried the Doll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5875688108/" title="DSC_3347 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5119/5875688108_dd1f00d676_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3347"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and I even got in the water... seaweed and all... I've said before I detest the bay water and today we experienced why... Hoot came running out of the water flailing his arms about exclaiming something was stinging his (you know what!!) I told him to run to Dad to check it out. We're not sure what it was but there was some sort of tiny sea creature affixed to the most tender part of his little body!!! I rinsed him with fresh water, picked the creature off, checked the rest of his trunks for sibling sea creatures (there were none)and Hoot and I did NOT go back in the water. We'll be sticking to pool water from now on I assure you. HOWEVER.... a sweet neighbor friend purchased a blow up pool for the kiddos this week and brought it over to our house. She and her son came over for a swim so I lathered up the kiddos and stuck them in the pool. They played and splashed for a good hour. It was about time to get out and I noticed the pool water was cloudy and a little brown (you know where this is going). I snatched Libbie up to towel her off and there it was... diarrhea running all out of her swim diaper. It never occurred to me that the children were swimming in poo... I was mortified. Why didn't I think there was something wrong with the brown water?? I even said out loud... "you kids are filthy, look how dirty the water is" But they kept right on swimming. We drained the pool and dowsed it with bleach. I just knew they would all have the stomach bug. The boys were scuba diving with their goggles and snorkels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5875687836/" title="DSC_3300 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5155/5875687836_b35283891f_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_3300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5875687928/" title="DSC_3322 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5200/5875687928_07949ca2cd_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_3322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what my sweet neighbor was thinking. Her poor son!! So I'm not sure the pool water at my house is any safer (or cleaner) than the bay water! I'm off to bed, but first I'm going to Google Galveston Bay tiny, stinging sea creatures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6471701513767584121?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6471701513767584121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-quit.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6471701513767584121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6471701513767584121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-quit.html' title='I QUIT~'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5875129857_da2a70fa15_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-9039169298437858659</id><published>2011-06-20T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:48:00.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Daddy</title><content type='html'>I couldn't go without posting about the father in our house. My beloved Lambert. Big Daddy, Baba... I wasn't fully prepared for what an awesome daddy Lambert would be. He is the quintessential mother hen... i often feel inadequate as a mother when he over prepares, protects, plans etc. He is the most thoughtful father as well. Lambert's chief duty in our home is FUN... He is the fun dad and I am the hammer. When he gets home from work it's game time. He doesn't get a moments rest until the littles are put to bed. He's the entertainer the, the tickler, the wrestler and ultimate softy. But he's strong too. He's a protector and provider. He's a planner, always looking out for them. The littles have his heart tightly wrapped around their tiny fingers. If something ever happened to me, I know these two kiddos would be well taken care of. I love to watch him in action. He is tender and loving. He'll wipe away tears with a kind whisper of encouragement. He lights up their faces when he walks in the room. Lambert is sincere and thoughtful. Hoot watches his every move and wants to be just like his daddy. The Doll is absolutely smitten with him... he can do no wrong.. except kiss mommy. She'll yell from across the room... "Hey Stop DAT!!!" if he steals a kiss or hug from me in the kitchen. He always has time for his children, even when there are a million things on his to do list. He makes time. Lambert is a faithful, honest man that loves the Lord and leads our family with integrity and love. He's human and makes mistakes just like the rest of us, but he's pretty close to perfect in my eyes. I love you Lambert and so do your kiddos. Thank you for being such a blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855603904/" title="DSC_0844 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5192/5855603904_1ddb3a1b28_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_0844"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855603846/" title="DSC_0718 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5195/5855603846_380d120f30_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_0718"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855604066/" title="DSC_1380 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5855604066_04ca3ed833_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_1380"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855603986/" title="DSC_1321 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5855603986_7c84480786_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_1321"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855603702/" title="DSC_0556 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/5855603702_70c695c990_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_0556"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China was difficult for Lambert. One little in particular wouldn't let him out of sight and the other was terribly jealous and I was NO help at all... He's a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855052541/" title="DSC_0644 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/5855052541_bff95f85b8_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_0644"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855604226/" title="DSC_1803 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/5855604226_608de03ee7_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_1803"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855604418/" title="DSC_1804 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/5855604418_d3b21f3497_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_1804"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5855053303/" title="DSC_1916 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2698/5855053303_45a9fa5298_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_1916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was all smiles after the baby whisperer was done with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey. You're one incredible daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-9039169298437858659?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9039169298437858659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-baby-daddy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/9039169298437858659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/9039169298437858659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-baby-daddy.html' title='My Baby Daddy'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5192/5855603904_1ddb3a1b28_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1051166667463081792</id><published>2011-06-11T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:38:02.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>My dad is a pretty amazing dad and an even better papa. My dad can do anything with his hands. He can make anything run, build a bathroom, kitchen, barn, fence, garden tire swing... you name it.. he can make it happen. A lot of people think their dads are the smartest, strongest men alive when they are young and when they grow up they realize their dads are not all they thought. I still think my dad is pretty darn smart. Lambert gets mad at me all the time because I'll ask him to do/build/fix something and he'll say it can't be done. Now it's a joke. He'll say, "why don't you call your dad!" My dad is a real hot head too. I think that's where I get it. I think. I KNOW for certain that's where Hootie patootie gets it. They even have the same mad face. Hoot adores his Papa T. and tells me often he'd like to be up at the farm. My dad retired years back and made his way back near his childhood town in Indiana. I think that's where he is supposed to be. He's found peace and calmness there with MANY thanks to Granna. I think she makes life pretty special for him. I've said before I'd like to be there too. I could use some serenity. We'd probably drive each other crazy. But I'd like to be there. Near dad. I wish he could drop by to build something for me or just hang out. We laugh a lot when were together... I mean pee your pants laugh til it hurts... We mainly laugh about my childhood and his way of parenting. I had a pretty strict dad with some kind of temper, but he always loved me. I have some amazing memories and a WHOLE lot of funny stories. We (my sister and I) didn't have a "Leave it to Beaver" upbringing, but we had some great times and looking back, we had it pretty darn good. He's gotten A LOT softer in his old age (he's not that old). He lead me to the Lord (out of shear fear but never the less to The Lord). He helped me pick out my dress for the 8th grade dance and he instilled in me a "we don't fail, step up to the plate" attitude. I knew he loved me even when I disappointed him. I hated to disapoint him and still do. He drives me crazy and I drive him crazy when I don't answer my phone! (this happens often)Okay I'm stopping this sentimental walk down memory lane before Hoot asks me why I'm crying all over the computer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fathers Day Dad. I love you and so does the rest of the gang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5847215140/" title="DSC_3284 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5847215140_88925ebb8d_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3284"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5846655515/" title="DSC_3295 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5846655515_d77e5be391_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3295"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5847214750/" title="DSC_3279 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5198/5847214750_e2982b02b7_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3279"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5847214320/" title="DSC_3262 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/5847214320_893a75bd6b_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5847214040/" title="DSC_3207 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5311/5847214040_204f0689bf_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3207"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5847213742/" title="DSC_3198 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/5847213742_8b3956a15e_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any better??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5847213448/" title="DSC_3413 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5847213448_211420ec84_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3413"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1051166667463081792?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1051166667463081792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/dad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1051166667463081792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1051166667463081792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5847215140_88925ebb8d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1230090217983720036</id><published>2011-06-11T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:25:54.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Dreaming ...Again</title><content type='html'>Several times a year I get the bug to go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(move)&lt;/span&gt; to Indiana! I start looking at Realtor.com dreaming of a small farm or maybe a little cottage on the lake or how about a cute place right on main street. I envision the littles running barefoot through the grass and playing with their Old Order German friends. It's such a pure way of life. OR at least in my mind it is. We usually head to the grandparents farm around mid July and stay a few days. I even love the drive to Indiana. As we get closer and closer I get the butterflies. The only other time I've had the butterflies and still do sometimes is when I met Lambert. SO... Lambert and Indiana have the same affect on me. I often wonder if we actually lived there if the romance would go away. I think not. Like I said Lambert still gives me butterflies 25 years later. (we met when I was 12... you do the math)My Dad says, "just do it... sell everything, quit work and move". I so wish it was that easy. Instead I pray. If that's where God would have us, then it will happen. I've even looked at colleges up north for the kiddos. Maybe someday... Oh maybe someday. Until then... I'll be Indiana Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821366783/" title="DSC_3032 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/5821366783_0c4b4bd6ca_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3032"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821898296/" title="DSC_3370 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5076/5821898296_455e084fa3_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821330245/" title="DSC_3175 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/5821330245_abff123bcc_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3175"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821327527/" title="DSC_3257 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/5821327527_4620f12707_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3257"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821326357/" title="DSC_3270 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5112/5821326357_085efe123b_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3270"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821326027/" title="DSC_3348 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/5821326027_995cd30f46_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3348"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821326667/" title="DSC_3245 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/5821326667_ca9a96e5d6_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3245"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821891580/" title="DSC_3247 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/5821891580_fcbbc7ba09_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3247"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821328331/" title="DSC_3243 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5821328331_4d9d9b5311_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3243"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821897336/" title="DSC_3264 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2322/5821897336_7b44613987_z.jpg" width="428" height="640" alt="DSC_3264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821356615/" title="DSC_2648 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5239/5821356615_5126dd0ba5_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2648"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821921694/" title="DSC_2650 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/5821921694_cdae0d6b66_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2650"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821921920/" title="DSC_2661 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/5821921920_ba0da70827_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2661"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821331175/" title="DSC_3220 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/5821331175_6f166bccd2_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3220"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821329765/" title="DSC_3197 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2528/5821329765_46fa1ae695_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3197"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821895438/" title="DSC_3179 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/5821895438_2fa1f1b4c2_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_3179"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821928110/" title="DSC_2845 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2211/5821928110_32bb40e35a_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2845"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821363799/" title="DSC_2884 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/5821363799_bf1b57d6af_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2884"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821927298/" title="DSC_2829 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/5821927298_155bfa3e08_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2829"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821364339/" title="DSC_2930 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5239/5821364339_48fdc0f12b_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821929550/" title="DSC_2942 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/5821929550_ccdc448ec0_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2942"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821361583/" title="DSC_2807 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5821361583_0f8963ef4e_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2807"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821925452/" title="DSC_2800 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2657/5821925452_d43e9ab22e_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821924946/" title="DSC_2806 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5120/5821924946_7f43b5e7c3_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2806"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821359169/" title="DSC_2715 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/5821359169_252db49799_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2715"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821358691/" title="DSC_2695 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2689/5821358691_1c11430cb7_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2695"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821359699/" title="DSC_2781 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/5821359699_d4bf78c75b_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2781"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821922228/" title="DSC_2690 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/5821922228_6b61412e1e_z.jpg" width="640" height="428" alt="DSC_2690"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821357867/" title="DSC_2681 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/5821357867_0f8ef35cbc_z.jpg" width="428" height="640" alt="DSC_2681"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5821931014/" title="DSC_3030 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/5821931014_e61604409b_z.jpg" width="428" height="640" alt="DSC_3030"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to these two for making our Indiana summer experiences all that I dream of!! Can't wait to come again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1230090217983720036?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1230090217983720036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/indiana-dreaming-again.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1230090217983720036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1230090217983720036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/indiana-dreaming-again.html' title='Indiana Dreaming ...Again'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/5821366783_0c4b4bd6ca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-665262640225902969</id><published>2011-06-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:04:53.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness Take Two</title><content type='html'>So... last week Lambert got a call from an old friend we used to go to church with. She asked if she and her roommate could drop by to deliver a gift to Libbie. This seemed a little odd to me because we weren't really close with either of the gals and we (i) hadn't seen them in quite a while. I didn't know they even knew we had The Doll.(should the "T" in the be capitalized? I don't know... can you tell I'm nervous? Keep reading...)Sometimes when you leave a church you wonder if anyone knew you left... it's funny to see people every Sunday/Wednesday for years and then leave and they're never seen again. We live in a pretty small community and it's strange not to run into people. We miss y'all FBCH readers. So... Lambert told me they were going to drop in over the weekend. Sunday after church our two friends stopped by and I was COMPLETELY blown away. COMPLETELY. They are both VERY talented, artistic women so I knew the gift was going to be great and probably created by one or both of them. I'll get to the gift momentarily there is more to this story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were visiting it came out that they followed the blog... I had no idea. You just NEVER know who might be reading and might be touched or blessed through the posts. Sometimes I forget that it's not just my family and friends following along. Now one of the roommates is "that" English teacher... you know the one... so smart and intimidating you find it painful to move the pen on the paper because you know you're doomed.(I think I'm showing my age... do kids WRITE papers anymore? Probably not...) I am cringing at the fact she reads the blog. My grammar leaves much room for improvement. I'm flashing back to high school English papers covered in red ink... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I'm just SO honored that either of them care about our life and our newest addition. I was beyond blessed by the visit. My cup was truly filled by the love and kindness they displayed. It wasn't the gift. It was the fact that they came to our home and told us that they missed us and thought of us. I am truly amazed. For a couple of days I've thought about how to write this post (obviously I didn't work on my grammar). What should I say? How can I express my gratitude? It's hard for me to put into words what my heart feels. Their act of kindness and love ministered to me and to Lambert in a way I truly can not express. When they left, we just sat and looked at each other. No words. They were the hands and feet to our family. K and K, we thank you and love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 13: 34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the gift... it could not be more perfect. The colors K used are colors I would have chosen myself. The prints are just darling and the details are unbelievable. The pictures don't do it justice. Now if you are in need of an heirloom quality baby gift... my friend has opened up shop and you WON'T be disappointed. This quilt will be passed down for years to come. I know it's intended to be used, but my little Doll won't get her grubby fingers on it until she's married. Okay I may let her take it for a sleepover IF I chaperon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if K has a website, but if you're interested  let me know and I will get details. I'll get details anyway and post later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5813591733/" title="DSC_3275 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/5813591733_fc20e00d5f_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3275"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5813591799/" title="DSC_3281 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/5813591799_3685ae8a57_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll doesn't give out kisses to just anybody... she likes K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5813591969/" title="DSC_3285 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5076/5813591969_acf5715315_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3285"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to see in the photo, but the squares have little "L"s stitched ever so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5814160582/" title="DSC_3288 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2282/5814160582_64f706c1d7_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_3288"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5814160624/" title="DSC_3289 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2710/5814160624_eafc338dc1_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="DSC_3289"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Pie Quilt Studio... It's really a work of art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-665262640225902969?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/665262640225902969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/kindness-take-two.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/665262640225902969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/665262640225902969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/kindness-take-two.html' title='Kindness Take Two'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/5813591733_fc20e00d5f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8553990677826053504</id><published>2011-06-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T06:58:20.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>So we've been busy with all the end of year happenings. We had a wonderful visit from the Indiana grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795333870/" title="papa by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/5795333870_190da93cb1_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="papa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sister and niece came to visit while the grandparents were down. The kiddos loved having them here and we did too. It was the Dolls first visit from Papa and Granna and boy was she spoiled. She's coming out of her shell so I was glad they got to see her in all her glory. It's taken a while for her to warm up to strangers, but she's pretty comfortable now. We made a trip to Kemah and then went to a car show in Tomball. Lambert and my dad are both car junkies so anytime dad is town a car show is a must! Granna brought me hydrangeas and hosta all the way from Indiana! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5794829447/" title="5790178051_8112ba480d_z by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/5794829447_a1958a80a8_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="5790178051_8112ba480d_z"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795387654/" title="5756296045_d1c42d8cc1_z by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2119/5795387654_f458749ef9_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="5756296045_d1c42d8cc1_z"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sweetest little ballerina you could ever meet! Libbie adores her but wasn't too sure about all the guests! She had more fun playing with Scout... the family dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granna got to attend Kate's Ballerina Birthday party and meet my friend Kim and her family. Kim's mom was in town from up north so Granna got to talk to her about peonies and poppies that were probably blooming while they were both down south visiting family. The flowers up north are too die for. I so wish we lived in a climate that would tolerate beautiful beds. Really I wish we lived in Indiana... but that's another story. I have the bug to visit, but it may have to wait. Our trip to China ate up most of my vacation time and most of our budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795332964/" title="DSC_2993 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2142/5795332964_8f3a91c4fe_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_2993"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot graduated and is now an official first grader! He is so proud and so are we. He also performed in his third piano recital and did AWESOME!!! He played two songs from memory and he was the first one up to play. I thought he was nervous, but afterwards he told me he told himself, "now Owen were gonna do this!" and then he just walked up the stairs to the stage and played his heart out. I love it when he takes a bow after he's done. It's just so sweet to this mamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795333306/" title="DSC_3096 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/5795333306_c33094b8c5_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3096"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795333432/" title="DSC_3179 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/5795333432_528fa8efbb_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3179"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795333148/" title="DSC_3042 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/5795333148_e05ac5c62d_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3042"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No FEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5794775659/" title="DSC_3011 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/5794775659_b399c65b60_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3011"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5794776011/" title="DSC_3176 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/5794776011_9440a4255e_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3176"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiped out... they were so sweet together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Memorial day. We visited a new resort in Conroe. Hoot and Libbie LOVED it... Me not so much... I think Lambert has spoiled me with Hyatt Hill Country... I also love Galveston and would have preferred The San Luis over this resort. We did have a great time as a family and for the VERY first time... Hoot wasn't terrified of the fireworks display. Libbie was an old pro... she isn't afraid of ANYTHING... she would stand at the edge of the pool and fall forwards or backwards... she really didn't care if anyone was there to catch her either. She's a maniac.. she can't swim so I don't know what she thought would happen if we didn't catch her. It's GREAT to see the two kiddos play together. She adores her big brother (GUGU) That's what she calls Hoot. She fits right into our family and I really can't believe we've ever been without her. It feels like she's always been with us. Everyday I thank God for her and for giving us the courage to follow His plan for our family. He has other big plans for us on the horizon (i can't talk about it now) but He is at work. (no...were not adopting again right now)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..... Drum roll.... Hoot learned how to ride a bike MINUS the training wheels... I know he's almost 7 and he should have learned a couple years back, but as I've said before... he's just like his mamma... he can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795333532/" title="DSC_3230 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3372/5795333532_a228f4e546_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3230"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... the bike is for a three year old and where in the world is his helmet??  I never said we've won any parenting awards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5795333666/" title="DSC_3233 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/5795333666_096340ca35_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="DSC_3233"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8553990677826053504?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8553990677826053504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8553990677826053504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8553990677826053504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/5795333870_190da93cb1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2015435503492613209</id><published>2011-05-31T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:17:01.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am amazed at the kindness I have experienced from fellow bloggers. I have met (not really met) so many wonderful women through this blog. When I began the blog my intentions were just to journal and connect with other moms on the adoption roller coaster. I have formed wonderful friendships both with women I really have met (in person) and those I've only conversed with through the blog. I love that I feel a kindred spirit with so many of you. You have encouraged me when I needed it most and inspired me to do more with my life. When I'm feeling overwhelmed it never fails I come across another woman that has more on her plate than I can imagine and juggles it all with such grace. There are a few blogs that I have followed for years and continue to read today. One friend calls it "blog crack" you get an introduction to one innocent blog post... it's just the gateway to all the others... before you know it you've been on the blog crack for three hours, dinners burnt you can't find the kids and you've lost track of where it all started. I've cried with these women, celebrated with them and literally laughed out loud. Four years ago I didn't know what a blog was... I think I googled china adoption moms Houston.... there it was... Three Peanuts... http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/ I still follow this blog today and love this family. Through Three Peanuts I discovered Lucy.... http://ourlittlechinagirl.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-08-28T15%3A36%3A00-07%3A00&amp;max-results=50I was smitten by both Kate and Lucy. They are both just precious and have such sweet personalities. I could not wait to meet Libbie and experience all that comes with being a mommy to a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5784541434/" title="DSC_2998 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/5784541434_7c16ba1ab5_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2998"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I was BLOWN away by a package we received in the mail. I've read this family's blog for about three years now and have been so entertained (truly entertained) by this kiddo. When Libbie came home... she was entertained too. We spent HOURS sitting at our PC watching Lucy OVER AND OVER again and again. Libbie's first words home were, Lucy... gin.. (again). As soon as I would stop the videos or say it was time to move on the crying (whaling) commenced. We enjoyed Lucy's videos before Libbie came home, but we had no idea just how much we would appreciate Lucy until after Libbie arrived. I remember a photo of Lucy when she first came home and I actually saved the photo in my inspiration file... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5784501146/" title="IMG_2137 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5229/5784501146_f23b4debd6.jpg" width="300" height="400" alt="IMG_2137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she not the cutest?!?!?!?! I just want to pinch those cheeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned on having a seersucker dress made for Libbie and taking it to have a little L monogrammed on it... you can't imagine how big and disorganized my inspiration file is... well needless to say, I lost the photo and never had the dress made. I guess it was meant to be... guess what was in the package?? I sure can drag out a short story... My point is... how precious you sweet blogger friends are to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5784541532/" title="DSC_3000 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/5784541532_ab82ab8f54_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_3000"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (WE) want to thank Lucy and Dawn for passing along this precious little dress to Libbie. She tried it on this weekend, but it's still a tiny bit big... we'll post photos of her in it soon! PS I have much to catch up on... we've had a great visit from the Indiana grandparents, kinder graduation, piano recital and lots of Memorial Day celebrating going on! I am over my head and WAY behind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2015435503492613209?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2015435503492613209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/kindness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2015435503492613209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2015435503492613209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/5784541434_7c16ba1ab5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5449009732023232138</id><published>2011-05-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:52:13.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I got nothin... I do have the crud. I started feeling bad yesterday evening and by late last night had fever,chills sore throat and runny nose. I felt terrible all day today and did absolutely nothing but lay on the couch. It's hard to be at home and not get things done. I have ZERO energy. We have family coming on Thursday and were really looking forward to it. However, if I don't get feeling better, they won't have fresh sheets on their beds! Well... I'll have Lambert do the chores for me! (hope you're reading this Lambert) We've been crazy busy with all the end of school year fun stuff. Hoot is beyond ready for summer. I can tell he has summer fever. He wants to stay up later and can't seem to wake up in the mornings. The weather has been beautiful and we've enjoyed the past few weeks outdoors. Libbie has mastered the skill of driving Hoots Jeff Gordon's race car around the driveway. She is SOOOO proud of herself. She can finally steer and push the gas pedal simultaneously. I think she feels so free when she's driving. She's very intense and takes it very seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5728568119/" title="DSC_2627 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/5728568119_a2ff05b739_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2627"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5728568041/" title="DSC_2626 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2451/5728568041_ebba83cfb7_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2626"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot is loving his basketball goal and plays almost every evening.&lt;br /&gt;He's about as athletic as his mamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5728568757/" title="DSC_2553 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5027/5728568757_933247476f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2553"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried a couple new recipes and have a tomato garden growing! I really need to find a method for keeping STRAY cats out of our yard. I purchased some spray at Home Depot and almost gagged applying it around our yard only to find three cats lurking when I came out an hour later. I don't want to hurt them, but I can't stand having cat poop in my flower beds. They also get in our garage and spray if we leave the door open for any amount of time. We've had to purchase two new car seats due to these pests! Sorry cat lovers, they stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixie LOVES Libbie, but she always seems to knock her down. Libbie isn't afraid of Dixie at all, but she's constantly mad at her for making her fall. She's shouts, "No No Dixie bad gul (girl). Go in Kunnnel (kennel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5729119540/" title="DSC_2547 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/5729119540_7913333194_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2547"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5729119616/" title="DSC_2549 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/5729119616_deb3619b65_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2549"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5728568685/" title="DSC_2552 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5728568685_991aebda96_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2552"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Libbie usually has food on her face so Dixie enjoys licking her. She just yells at her to Stop dat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5729119686/" title="DSC_2550 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5029/5729119686_2d17845007_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2550"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5729119470/" title="DSC_2546 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2557/5729119470_f337581fc4_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot is an amazing big brother. I sooo love hearing the two laugh with each other and bicker with one another. Libbie has already learned how to tattle (even though it's in Cantonese, we know she's tattleing) She's pretty bossy too. I guess it just comes natural for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5449009732023232138?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5449009732023232138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5449009732023232138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5449009732023232138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/5728568119_a2ff05b739_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3449164176104326540</id><published>2011-05-09T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:36:19.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory In The Highest</title><content type='html'>What a Mother's Day! It was just glorious! I have no other words to describe what a wonderful weekend we had. Lots of swimming, eating and relaxing! We went to my moms for the weekend and celebrated mothers day as well as birthdays. We didn't do much of anything which made it all the more wonderful. The kids spent most of the time in hot tub or the pool and we lounged around watching them! We did go to church Saturday evening and I got a few shots of brother and sister since I totally missed Easter photos. We came home rested and relaxed. We also came home to a surprise! Our adoption story made the FRONT PAGE of our local news paper. The story is great, but the photo... not so much. We didn't know the reporter was coming so none of us spruced up. We had been outside playing... the photo just made me realize, I need a haircut, highlights and lap band (or some other drastic weight loss measure). Oh well. I have the best family and loved having my kiddos in my nest this mothers day! It was an extra special day having both my chicks in my nest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see from the photos Libbie loves her Hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705619722/" title="DSC_2698 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/5705619722_e3a98756f7_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2698"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705619452/" title="DSC_2723 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/5705619452_387dbc5f3f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2723"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705619368/" title="DSC_2738 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/5705619368_68c3a7494b_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2738"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705619644/" title="DSC_2710 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/5705619644_cbcbfdd21c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2710"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705053561/" title="DSC_2684 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2124/5705053561_d29eb57179_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2684"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705053503/" title="DSC_2688 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2714/5705053503_662ef6f0d7_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2688"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried for a kiss... this is what I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705053675/" title="DSC_2750 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2763/5705053675_f5a832e3a3_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2750"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I got one from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705619588/" title="DSC_2753 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/5705619588_86f92db867_b.jpg" width="680" height="1024" alt="DSC_2753"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705053423/" title="DSC_2706 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3116/5705053423_029a3750c1_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2706"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister and niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705100965/" title="DSC_2777 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/5705100965_0f9961446c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="593" alt="DSC_2777"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705674300/" title="DSC_2706 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2124/5705674300_8088945787_b.jpg" width="1024" height="597" alt="DSC_2706"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5705115533/" title="DSC_2710 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/5705115533_f16517151d_b.jpg" width="861" height="1024" alt="DSC_2710"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:17&lt;br /&gt;Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your perfect gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3449164176104326540?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3449164176104326540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/glory-in-highest.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3449164176104326540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3449164176104326540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/glory-in-highest.html' title='Glory In The Highest'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/5705619722_e3a98756f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3857469420649611120</id><published>2011-05-04T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:19:38.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Last year I purchased two plants to bring home from our Indiana trip. I was certain they were DEAD after the last mini freeze we had here in the South. I love Hosta and I love love love Hydrangea. I dragged my mother in law and step mother to nursery after nursery looking for a SPECIFIC type of hydrangea. They are the most beautiful shade of green and have the fullest blooms you've ever seen. I saw a garden full of them when we first arrived and the obsessive search was on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5687680415/" title="DSC_3171 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5110/5687680415_d9d0c6021c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="685" alt="DSC_3171"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't see blooms like this in our neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5688249886/" title="DSC_3173 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5306/5688249886_30bae76a79_b.jpg" width="1024" height="685" alt="DSC_3173"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look whats in my flower bed this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5687693371/" title="DSC_2574 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5244/5687693371_1acc140d9f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2574"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5688263116/" title="DSC_2573 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5229/5688263116_051d474925_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2573"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found them the day before we left and My mother in law and I each carried one back to Texas. I carefully planted fertilized and watered hoping it would survive in our zone. (i'm not a gardener by any means) A couple of weeks ago I noticed little leaves!!! My Hosta came back too. I'm putting in an order for more Hosta when my step mom comes later this month. I have the perfect spot for them. We've been spending a lot of time outdoors and we even planted a small (tiny) vegetable garden. I can't wait for tomatoes. We're enjoying the beautiful weather that will surely be long gone in just a few short weeks. I'll be complaining of the heat and the mosquitoes before you know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3857469420649611120?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3857469420649611120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3857469420649611120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3857469420649611120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5110/5687680415_d9d0c6021c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7531947389435464253</id><published>2011-04-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:47:58.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Do you know I didn't get ONE photo of my kiddos in their Easter dress... I know.. bad mother. I told Hoot he was going to have put the pink shirt on one more time for me so that I could get some pics. they looked so stinkin adorable together. We had a wonderful morning. First things first.. Hoot was eager to get to his basket. Now the usual basket consists of 1.) one chocolate bunny 2.) a Pez dispenser of some Easter theme sort. 3.) usually Hot wheels 4.) tattoos (not of an Easter theme) He's always been pretty content with his basket... but this year... Lambert purchased a basketball goal. I know what you're thinking... I thought it too. Lambert coached an Upwards team this year and Hoot is all too excited to start basket ball in the Fall. Lambert didn't want to just give Hoot the goal just to give it to him and his birthday is a long way off so he decided the goal would make a fine Easter present... This is wrong on many levels... One... how did the bunny get it here? It took 4 hours to assemble the night before so there is NO way the bunny could have hopped all the way here with the goal in his basket. Secondly.... this creates a standard for future Easter presents from the bunny.. and we have a second child now that will expect something comparable to Hoots extravagant gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the goal in all it's glory!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672088841/" title="DSC_2498 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5301/5672088841_752b5195cb_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2498"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hoots face when he realized what the bunny delivered was not in his basket and was in fact set up in our drive way. he had NO idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672656174/" title="DSC_2437 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5672656174_ee24576366_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2437"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was prety awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672656242/" title="DSC_2441 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5190/5672656242_381d034b18_b.jpg" width="680" height="1024" alt="DSC_2441"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll... for her this Easter was all about the chocolate... she could have cared less about the bunnies, the games, the confetti or the story of our risen savior.. just give her the chocolate. She is still searching our house and the neighbor's houses for chocolate filled eggs every time we go outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672089317/" title="DSC_2448 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5672089317_86f2e2a570_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2448"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672656688/" title="DSC_2456 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5223/5672656688_4a041c05f8_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2456"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672656632/" title="DSC_2455 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5150/5672656632_da499d38d1_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2455"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672089003/" title="DSC_2481 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5672089003_e39897a1c3_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2481"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672656516/" title="DSC_2480 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5672656516_399d79d88f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2480"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat and atempted to open EVERY peice of chocolate she discovred in her eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5672088747/" title="DSC_2503 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5672088747_023dfd0713_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2503"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two funny bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way behind on the posts! We had a beautiful Easter and a great week. I have much to catch up on! More to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7531947389435464253?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7531947389435464253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7531947389435464253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7531947389435464253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5301/5672088841_752b5195cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6169838504230774391</id><published>2011-04-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:17:44.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>So lots has been going on at the casa. We've been busy hence, the long overdue post. First... Good Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5645913361/" title="DSC_2313 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5645913361_b4a27cedd8_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2313"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5646476950/" title="DSC_2309 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5646476950_1ca7fa681f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2309"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5646476812/" title="DSC_2305 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5646476812_ecb0ab3df6_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2305"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just likes to scribble on WHATEVER Hoots drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5646476884/" title="DSC_2307 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5646476884_c4273268f2_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2307"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot is getting old enough to understand the true meaning of Easter. We've tried to teach him from the get go that Easter is not about a visit from The Easter Bunny... however he does enjoy the visit. I stole this idea from Darby http://www.flythroughourwindow.com/ and think it's genius. Yes, I am the artist behind the fantastic Sharpie drawings... I have many other talents too... I laid the poster board and all the markers and crayons on the table and waited for the conversation to begin. Hoot started coloring and then he read the words. Lambert and I had a good chat with him about Good Friday. The best question was, "why was it a good Friday if Jesus had to die?" Great question... there wouldn't be anything good about that day IF the event that took place on the third day didn't happen! We celebrate that day because God loved us enough to send his son to take the punishment of our sin! When Jesus said, "It is Finished!" That was it... it was finished. There is a way for our sins to be forgiven and for ALL to have a relationship with God through Jesus. Hoot asked this morning if he was a Christian. I'm not sure he fully understands what that means, but were heading in that direction. I think these purposeful conversations are a great way to communicate with our kiddos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Good Friday The Packag(s) arrived. How awesome that I get to say packages... plural!!! Libbie received her first Package from Granna. She was like an old pro. She was so excited about the opening of the package even before she knew what was in the package. We told Hoot he had a surprise he could open after bath time and he knew what was coming. He quickly ate dinner and then headed to the tub. He was squeeky clean in a matter of minutes and ready to receive THE PACKAGE!  They both loved their gifts and Hoot has a call to make to Granna and Papa. He's not good about the calling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5645912443/" title="DSC_2226 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5146/5645912443_f1ee02fd5c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2226"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5645912515/" title="DSC_2229 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5645912515_1f58d52326_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2229"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks excited. I love how they watched each other to see what the other one got. I used to do that with my sister and I always thought she got the better deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to delete a couple of great photos... address was still showing on the packages..sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT FOR IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5646476308/" title="DSC_2234 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5646476308_912824a163_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats an excited 3 year old. Look at Hoot's face... he thinks she got the better deal.. He is his mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl and her chocolate. She says yummmy OPEIT  (open it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5645912863/" title="DSC_2265 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5645912863_fbfdbdbdb4_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2265"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two happy kiddos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5646476648/" title="DSC_2274 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5646476648_0c641f85bb_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_2274"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this Easter weekend and reflect on the events that took place so that you and I could have hope for the future and peace for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 19:28 Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. 30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6169838504230774391?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6169838504230774391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6169838504230774391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6169838504230774391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5645913361_b4a27cedd8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5469499185145766616</id><published>2011-04-14T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:55:05.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUVSPhVN_U0/Tad7MtVHlCI/AAAAAAAABAw/jHmEwQwayfE/s1600/275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUVSPhVN_U0/Tad7MtVHlCI/AAAAAAAABAw/jHmEwQwayfE/s400/275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595576520287949858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhwhOTVmvp0/Tad7MfpoMDI/AAAAAAAABAo/7lO4FjND3bA/s1600/scan0032%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhwhOTVmvp0/Tad7MfpoMDI/AAAAAAAABAo/7lO4FjND3bA/s400/scan0032%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595576516615876658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am looking for this dress.... I stumbled across it here... http://pearlsandgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkins-and-pearls.html&lt;br /&gt; and have searched for it desperatly. The dress is by the famous Kayce Hughes who is now one of my favorite childrens clothing designers. She creates precious traditional clothing for the little ones... and the mommies too. I first discovered her in the April edition of Country Living... I adored her little girls daybeds from Pottery Barn and found myslef hunting for the amazing DISCONTINUED Priscilla daybed... to no avail. I thought Lambert could "make" it for me... HA HA HA!!!  Now I'm on a new rabbit trail trying to find this darling red ruffle dress in ANY size.... 2,3,4 heck I don't care if she can't wear until she is 21... I just NEED that dress. I actually thought I had ordered it on the KH website... but it was not in stock... if anyone knows where in the world I can find this dress.. I MIGHT pay a finders fee :) Can you say obsessive? I've serched the web ebay etc... no luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5469499185145766616?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5469499185145766616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/searching.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5469499185145766616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5469499185145766616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/searching.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUVSPhVN_U0/Tad7MtVHlCI/AAAAAAAABAw/jHmEwQwayfE/s72-c/275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2666994983490198928</id><published>2011-04-10T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:10:59.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>We seem to stay pretty busy on the weekends. Friday night we had dinner with The Peanuts. http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/ sadly I didn't get any photos. We had such a great time visiting and EATING the most delicious meal, I didn't even think to take my camera out of the bag. The Peanuts made Oregano Shrimp http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/teacher-giveaway-recipes.html (recipe here)served over pasta with a yummy spinach salad. Lambert didn't want to be rude and go for seconds so thankfully they sent us home with lots o'leftovers.... this is a MUST try recipe... Saturday we made smores in the backyard and played around at home. Today after church we took Hoot and The Doll to an Astros game. It was soooo much fun. They won!!! Were not big fans nor do we follow the Astros, but we have been very blessed to get great seats through my work and clients. Today we sat 8 rows up from 3rd base and Junction Jack came and flirted with the kiddos. He was too fast to catch a picture with the kids, but I did get one of his backside. We came home and crashed on the couch and then Lambert made us grilled chicken with roasted red potatoes. The kiddos are in bed, were finishing up the chores and Monday will be here in a few short hours. The weekends ZOOM by at our casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5608556792/" title="DSC_2196 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5608556792_0b271b4961_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2196"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this nice?? Hoot is my dad... he HATES that I take so many photos... sometimes it's not worth making him smile. just capture the moment frowny face and all. We really had a good time and he was all smiles until I pulled out the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5608556958/" title="DSC_2200 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5608556958_497f0d8903_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5608557166/" title="DSC_2194 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5608557166_f8d0e2e480_b.jpg" width="681" height="1024" alt="DSC_2194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2666994983490198928?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2666994983490198928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2666994983490198928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2666994983490198928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5608556792_0b271b4961_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6744076875836515580</id><published>2011-04-06T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:40:59.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting</title><content type='html'>We're trying to settle into our "new" normal. We're all trying to adjust and adapt to having a new little blessing in our home. I started back to work this week (part time) and have had to cope with all the feelings that go along with going back to work. Hoot is trying to cope with sharing daddy's attention and Lambert and I are trying to adjust to all the new responsibilities that comes with parenting two children. We thougt we were busy before, but now the thought of raising one child seems easy breezy. Hoot is an easy kiddo too so we had it pretty good. The Doll wants daddy's attention 24/7 and Hoot has always been Lambert's world. So sharing his time between the two of them has taken some getting used to. He's such a good daddy and has already made modifications to our routine so that he and Hoot can have some one on one time. Libbie is warming up to me day by day and I have learned that she operates on HER time table. She cuddles with me now (which you know I love) and she likes to give me kisses (I love that too). We visited the doctor last week and found out that she indeed does have a form of Arthrogryposis. We will visit a pediatric orthopedic surgeon next week as well as a physical therapist. Her doctor indicated that Libbie has GREAT potential and a long road of therapy ahead of her. All I can say is that she is one determined little fire cracker. She rarely uses her walker at home anymore. She thinks it gets in her way. She has the confidence to walk around our entire house without assistance. Now with that said... she has had MANY falls. She is never discouraged. She gets back up (crys sometimes) and keeps going. She is picking up new words every day too. She repeats everything we say and she is speaking some three word sentences. I am encouraged daily by his mercies. As I struggle and doubt, His truths come to me through his word just as I need them. His word is fresh and new daily and i realize now more than ever that His word is truly our daily bread. If I miss even one day of spending time in the word, what I feasted on the day before becomes stale and I quickly take my eyes off of Him and on to my circumstances and struggles. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Psalm 27: 13-14 I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. 14 Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5596317181/" title="DSC_2176 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5270/5596317181_f6075089db_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2176"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5596900076/" title="DSC_2171 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5147/5596900076_c62ec22250_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2171"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5596900348/" title="DSC_2168 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5596900348_78af20af78_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2168"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5596317333/" title="DSC_2166 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5306/5596317333_7c98001463_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2166"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5596899916/" title="DSC_2185 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5187/5596899916_84b4413ba4_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2185"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5596899804/" title="DSC_2192 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5596899804_193cbe423d_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2192"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6744076875836515580?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6744076875836515580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/adjusting.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6744076875836515580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6744076875836515580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/adjusting.html' title='Adjusting'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5270/5596317181_f6075089db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4943150971579440373</id><published>2011-03-28T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:16:07.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfs Up</title><content type='html'>So if you know us, you know we LOVE Galveston. I know it's not on the travel channel's list of top beach destinations, but we love sneaking away for just a night or for a weekend getaway. I always feel like I'm on vacation even though it's only a 45 minute drive. I love to walk the strand, pick up a cherry pie ice cream cone from LaKings Confectionery. (cherry pie ice cream at LaKing's is the best flavor I've ever had and I don't care for cherry pie). We ALWAYS eat on the seawall at our favorite haunt, Bennos, for gumbo and shrimp. Sometimes we head to the beach and other times we just drive through the neighborhood to stalk the beautiful homes. I love the shotgun houses with the maticulate front gardens and grand porches. I prefer looking at houses since I wont' step foot into Galveston Bay water... This weekend we headed for the beach. I fear flesh eating bacteria. Lambert calls me CRAZY.  I usually collect sea shells while he risks his and Hoots lives in the dirty water. I try not to think about it. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert bought Hoot a boogie board and he has been DYING to try it out all week. The water was REALLY cold and The Doll, did not care for the rushing waves AT ALL. She was perfectly content basking on the beach tearing down the sand castles I constructed for her. She watched Hoot surf from a distance and squealed with delight when I cheered for him. She had no idea what I was cheering about, but she likes to hear her own LOUD voice so she cheered along. She loved the birds sweeping by calling to one another and she called right back too. Hoot was amazing. NO FEAR. He paddled out in true Keanu Reeves, Point Break form. (his hair is a little shorter) But he rode the fierce waves (on his belly) like a real surfer. This is the same boy that cries when Lambert rinses the (TEARLESS) shampoo from his hair every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at McCalister's Deli for large ice tea and then drove home. We ran early baths (hoot cried over the water in his eyes) and snuggled on the couch.Lambert tucked the kiddos into bed and fell fast asleep along with them. A sign of a great day! A helpful lesson we learned from Phil Mikcelson... always stop while the kids are still having fun. They will be excited to return again and again if you stop before they are worn out and cranky. Thanks Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5569608293/" title="DSC_2064 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5569608293_fd4c3ac28d_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2064" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5570195886/" title="DSC_2075 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5570195886_7d9a07b52a_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2075" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5570196038/" title="DSC_2076 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5570196038_7e9327125b_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2076" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach photos are not what I was going for, but they will do for now. I think we need to go on a clear day near dusk. It was overcast and almost foggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5570196092/" title="DSC_2078 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5570196092_7b68fdd793_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2078" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be investing in diaper covers for the next photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves her daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5569608731/" title="DSC_2079 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5097/5569608731_0e8e295ca9_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2079" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5569608931/" title="DSC_2086 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5569608931_f249554988_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2086" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5570196512/" title="DSC_2110 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5570196512_af7bdbaf3d_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5569609313/" title="DSC_2118 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5569609313_217175b3d5_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jellyfish we found. Hoot was sooooo intrigued. All he could talk about was the Nemo movie and how they are bad little stingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5569609517/" title="DSC_2127 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5293/5569609517_41a3eff584_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang Ten little Hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5569609419/" title="DSC_2120 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5141/5569609419_0726e6af4b_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5570275232/" title="DSC_2128 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5570275232_3de6c4b1f4_b.jpg" width="869" height="820" alt="DSC_2128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture. Where are her eyeballs?? She needs her sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5570282432/" title="DSC_2145 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5570282432_8d54b4f455_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4943150971579440373?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4943150971579440373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfs-up.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4943150971579440373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4943150971579440373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfs-up.html' title='Surfs Up'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5569608293_fd4c3ac28d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2676823128788246357</id><published>2011-03-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:42:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I know were supposed to be hunkering down at the casa with Libbe and we do during the week days, but wow what a weekend. Friday we had dinner with the bff's in Kemah (so yummy) and then we let the kids ride the carousel and play a few games. Saturday morning the doll and I headed to Brenahm for our church ladies retreat. I couldn't go for the whole weekend, but I thought a 2 hour drive would be good bonding time for us. We had a ball! We drove to Giddings for the retreat, saw all the girls and then went to a special friends house for a visit. http://www.emilyandco.com/  It's a must visit if you're going to Roundtop this week. Her place is so darling and she and her husband are the most gracious hosts. Their house is AMAZING and their shop is to die for. Emily's daughter Leslie rode with us and gave us the tour of her mom's little haven. After Emily's we headed out for photos in the bluebonnets. The doll wasn't too keen on all the cars wizzing by so we didn't stay long. After the bluebonnets, we made a MUST stop at Leftovers... http://leftoversantiques.net/ another MUST visit while at Roundtop. We didn't know it but it was a very special day at Leftovers. Rachel Ashwell was appearing for a book signing. She recently purchased The Outpost at Cedar Creek. She was stopping in for a guest apperance. We were lucky to get in and out before it got crazy busy. I'm sure they would not appreciate a bulky stroller manuvering around with all the people. I did manage to get a couple of photos without getting busted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562511071/" title="DSC_1916 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5562511071_8bce6feda1_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1916" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562511151/" title="DSC_1918 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5297/5562511151_d2baa8ea60_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1918" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you he's the baby whisperer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562511213/" title="DSC_1931 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5022/5562511213_281626e27c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1931" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he says... works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562511377/" title="DSC_1964 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5562511377_5572126b5a_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1964" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll loved the swings at the retreat (Camp Tejas) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5563087950/" title="DSC_1996 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5019/5563087950_2cc71f7216_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1996" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare with me with the bluebonnet pics... I have waited 10 years to take these photos. I took some of Hoot when he was little, but there is just something about little girls in white smocked gowns in the bluebonnets that makes me smile. look at her precious feet. we don't get to see them often because she has to wear her AFO's to walk so she almost always has shoes on those feet! I love baby feet and she has the tiniest toes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562511567/" title="DSC_1997 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5562511567_ee5be5b39c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1997" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562511783/" title="DSC_2012 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5562511783_653a01bb8f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2012" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5563088340/" title="DSC_2014 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5563088340_f167c4a580_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2014" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562512005/" title="DSC_2020 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5562512005_52d76e3825_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2020" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5563088582/" title="DSC_2029 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5254/5563088582_ab26fcea93_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2029" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5563088660/" title="DSC_2032 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5171/5563088660_75e68ef180_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2032" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562512313/" title="DSC_2033 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5562512313_665eac548a_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2033" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562512399/" title="DSC_2035 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5562512399_52c6c9494e_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2035" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562512651/" title="DSC_2043 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5136/5562512651_e13e1b7b2f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2043" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5563089148/" title="DSC_2045 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5563089148_1197412046_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2045" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ashwell was set up in this little area for her book signing. It was so shabby chic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562512991/" title="DSC_2057 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5176/5562512991_28e7427c44_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2057" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5563089518/" title="DSC_2058 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5563089518_d667535afb_b.jpg" width="681" height="1024" alt="DSC_2058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5562513227/" title="DSC_2059 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5562513227_86cd1f7294_b.jpg" width="681" height="1024" alt="DSC_2059" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5563089774/" title="DSC_2060 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5563089774_6fc87613f6_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_2060" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have spent all day in Leftovers. I could not get enough. Every nook and cranny was CRAMMED packed with eye candy galore. I knew I was sinning so I had to get out of there quick! I wanted and lusted after everything I laid my eyes on! You know me, I sooo want to make another trip up this week, but I just can't! I'm trying to remind myself daily (hourly) to be content with what I have and not want for more. It's hard, but I am truly so blessed and all that great stuff adds ZERO value to my life... but it sure is fun to dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2676823128788246357?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2676823128788246357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2676823128788246357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2676823128788246357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5562511071_8bce6feda1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4256057716718653994</id><published>2011-03-25T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:23:18.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Specific Instructions</title><content type='html'>So today, Lambert and Hoot went for haircuts after school... I was going to go with them but couldn't stay so I dropped them off and then came back (to the horror). The last time I took Hoot for a haircut we decided he could have his first real big boy cut. It was way too short and looked ridiculous. He spiked his bangs what he had of bangs. His ears looked huge because he had no hair to mask them. (It's a family curse, I have them too) It was a disaster. So, it took a while but we finally grew it out long enough to go back to the old hairstyle (or a big boy version of it). I told Lambert, whatever you do, don't let them cut it too short. I want a weighted hair line in the back, use a #3 blade to shave the undercut, and layer up the top, leave the sideburns and keep it shaggy... pretty specific...................... I knew it wasn't good when Lambert called me to see where I was. I heard it in his voice, the sound of fear. The conversation went like this, First he came right out and told me I was going to be really mad, then he told me that he was very clear with the NEW girl of what we wanted.(NEVER get the new girl) They were very busy so he got his cut at the same time and before he could see what was happening, the buzzing had commenced and there was no turning back. He asked his stylist what happened and she said, is it too short???? Well it's one step away from a flat top. He could enlist in the armed forces with this cut. Hoot's hair really makes him.(i am fully aware hair doesn't really make a person) He's got GREAT hair and I have no problem styling it for him. It will take all summer to grow this one out. What you can't see from the photo is the butchered crown. It's a cross between a rooster and Edward Sissorhands. No amount of product will lay it down. He was so proud when I picked them up. My eyes welled up when I spotted his ears from across the parking lot. Where was my sweet boy? Was he somewhere behind the burr? All I could see were the ears and the big toothy grin. I loathe the mohawks and flat top styles these days. I told you I'm way traditional. If he would fit in a Shortall for Easter, he would certainly be in one this year. He's not too big for a peter pan collar under a pastel sweater vest, but we certainly can't pull that off with this new do... Instead I'll be shopping for a punk rock t-shirt and ripped jeans. Why do some stylist not hear what you tell them? Long layers, #3 blade... it's a safe cut. I am certain a #3 blade was never attached to the clippers. She told Lambert, "oh I know just what you want" It's like ordering in a drive thru... you ask for a #3 with a diet coke and you get a #2 extra pickles with a dr. pepper... I really try not to sweat the small stuff, but come on. I was so hoping to do beach photos and a brother/sister portrait in the next few weeks... I'll have to wait or he'll have to wear a ball cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5559825561/" title="DSC_1933 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5559825561_2b76254ee2_b.jpg" width="1024" height="994" alt="DSC_1933" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still pretty cute, but looks too old for this momma. I'm not ready for big boy hair. He's still sweet and little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4256057716718653994?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4256057716718653994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/specific-instructions.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4256057716718653994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4256057716718653994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/specific-instructions.html' title='Specific Instructions'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5559825561_2b76254ee2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4468897924369893152</id><published>2011-03-23T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:07:27.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging in There</title><content type='html'>We are getting better by the day. Yesterday we hit ChikfilA for lunch with some friends and FINALLY got a picture together. (Thank you Christy for the photo). The Doll is liking her momma! She can still throw a fit, but I think she is learning, I have a pretty strong will... maybe stronger than hers... (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5553271134/" title="DSC_1876 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5011/5553271134_357d7e179a_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1876" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sweet treat this week. Lin, the exchange student we had in our home a couple years back, came to visit for Spring Break. She got to hang with some friends and spend some time with us. She's headed to LA today for the rest of her break and then she will go back to Ohio. She is an amazing little (big) girl. Something about the Chinese I'm learning is that when they set their minds to something... they accomplish it. When Lin came to live with us, she was told she could not graduate in the US... well... she did (#4 in her class). A guidance counselor told her she would never be able to complete the entrance exams for colleges in the US... well she went back to China for a year, studied English like crazy and was accepted to many top colleges in the US... she ultimatley chose Ohio State... we were VERY sad. We wanted her to come to Texas. Maybe she will transfer (hint hint). We love Lin like family and consider her ours. She is welcome here anytime and will always have family in Texas. We have prayed for her often and hope that she will find a church family in Ohio. (hint hint) We took her to YAO MINGS resturaunt last night and it was awesome. We will miss her when she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5552687011/" title="DSC_1901 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5016/5552687011_9fc0279f0c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1901" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5553271306/" title="DSC_1882 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5553271306_e4731c9644_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5552687205/" title="DSC_1883 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5552687205_b9b0677370_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1883" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she still loves her daddy best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5553271542/" title="DSC_1885 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5553271542_c6c5ed0e30_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1885" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5553271648/" title="DSC_1887 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5140/5553271648_1c69607881_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1887" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5553271694/" title="DSC_1889 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5052/5553271694_02dcd98cb6_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1889" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5552687553/" title="DSC_1888 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5552687553_a3cacec3f9_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1888" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5553271472/" title="DSC_1884 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5142/5553271472_be23050c8b_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1884" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Silly Girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4468897924369893152?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4468897924369893152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/hanging-in-there.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4468897924369893152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4468897924369893152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/hanging-in-there.html' title='Hanging in There'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5011/5553271134_357d7e179a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-7752891337654514322</id><published>2011-03-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:10:56.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5548965502/" title="tessaafter by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5548965502_b7f7f15b2c_z.jpg" width="550" height="373" alt="tessaafter" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not the BEST dining room you've EVER seen??  I'm a traditional gal and love everything about this room. I know I've been posting A LOT about our newest family member and all of our family DRAMA, so I thought I would lighten it up a bit and give you some spring decorating inspiration. My dining room is VERY similar to this one. I'm thinking I want to 'tweak' things just a bit. I'm hoping for the silhouettes for my birthday (they are from here http://www.cutarts.com/). I have the perfect place for them... and I already have the blue transferware to hang above them.  You can read more about Tessas dining room transformation here.. http://nineandsixteen.blogspot.com/search/label/Dining%20Room. She has created a beautiful space with the help of the ever so talented Holly Mathis (from Houston by the way...) http://www.hollymathisinteriors.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading... PS today was an absolute JOY for me and The Doll... she kissed me for the first time on her own!!!! BLISS, Pure bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-7752891337654514322?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7752891337654514322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfection.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7752891337654514322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/7752891337654514322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfection.html' title='Perfection!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5548965502_b7f7f15b2c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-5677539246301885227</id><published>2011-03-20T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:13:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo Time Houston!!</title><content type='html'>It's rodeo time in Houston. We weren't sure about venturing out this year, but we decided to take the kiddos and just see how things went. If she was miserable, we would come home... you can see by the photos she was having a ball! She is going to be our little dare devil. Hoot had a good time and even rode some rides he wouldn't try last year. He's sooo not our dare devil... he's just like his momma.. SCARED of his own shadow and has no shame in admitting it. We've been talkig a lot about courage and the fact that God did not give us a spirit of fear, but of courage... that's a tough one when your a big fraidy cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little cowboy... it says so right on his hat if you don't beleive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5545759496/" title="DSC_1822 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5028/5545759496_d6825011a4_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1822" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5545180031/" title="DSC_1830 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5297/5545180031_3e5ddf0740_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1830" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is our little cowgirl. She rode Twinkie, the pony... No Fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5545180161/" title="DSC_1839 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5292/5545180161_cc55aef95c_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1839" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we weren't sure how she would do on Goliath the BIG slide... she loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5545759638/" title="DSC_1803 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5545759638_c89538f73d_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1803" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drank an entire icee all by herself.... you could not pry it from her lips once she tasted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5545180671/" title="DSC_1807 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5056/5545180671_32e0e70ea4_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1807" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time for our new family of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5545759024/" title="DSC_1867 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5098/5545759024_f2eb311c68_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1867" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-5677539246301885227?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5677539246301885227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/rodeo-time-houston.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5677539246301885227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/5677539246301885227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/rodeo-time-houston.html' title='Rodeo Time Houston!!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5028/5545759496_d6825011a4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-828876721602257144</id><published>2011-03-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:44:39.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Decesion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5544571592/" title="DSC_1854 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5017/5544571592_efb18e8d0d_b.jpg" width="1024" height="681" alt="DSC_1854" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has played over and over in my head. These were the words that came to me in China. Step out...what if? unknown, Doubt, take the first step... He won't let you go... i am forever thankful that we did indeed step out and not let the fear grip us into making a really dumb decision. We are reciving blessing after blessing for stepping out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk On The Water lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Songwriters: Crosby, Josh; Muckala, Dan; Waddell, Brittany Nicole;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look around, staring back at you&lt;br /&gt;Another wave of doubt, will it pull you under? You wonder&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm overtaken? What if I never make it?&lt;br /&gt;What if no one's there? Will You hear my prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take that first step into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;You know that He won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? What do you have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurities, they try to hold to you&lt;br /&gt;But you know you're made for more, so don't be afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;Your faith is all it takes, and you can walk on the water, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get out, and let your fear fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste, don't wait, and don't you turn around and miss out&lt;br /&gt;Everything you were made for, I know you're not sure&lt;br /&gt;So you play it safe, you try to run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take that first step into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/britt-nicole-lyrics/walk-on-the-water-lyrics.html ]&lt;br /&gt;He won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? What do you have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurities, they try to hold to you&lt;br /&gt;But you know you're made for more, so don't be afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;Your faith is all it takes, and you can walk on the water, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out, even when it's storming&lt;br /&gt;Step out, even when you're broken&lt;br /&gt;Step out, even when your heart is telling you&lt;br /&gt;Telling you to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out, when your hope is stolen&lt;br /&gt;Step out, you can't see where you're going&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently came across these words of wisdom from another blogger momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a mother with small children, life can get very hectic, can’t it? One of my thoughts when things seemed to be out of control was “I just can’t take another thing!” Ever find yourself there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the key to conquering those feelings was what was happening between my ears………..in my mind. You see that’s where the battle is won or lost. What we think determines what we do. There is a reason that scripture says we are to be renewed in our minds; to fill our hearts with scripture that our way may be preserved, that we might walk in truth. I began to learn that when I let my heart/mind play lies over and over again like, “I just can’t take this” or “I don’t feel like doing anything today”–that would lead to wrong actions/responses on my part. But when I meditated on the truth of God’s Word that in Him I can do all things and that He promised never to give me more than I can bear, victory was mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all we could do to get through church this morning without weaping.  It felt so great to be able to worship in a free country. We are thankful for free will and His greatness. To know that we were surrounded by those who supported us while we were gone and have prayed for us every step of the way took our breath away. It was a little hard to sing without falling apart. We are so thankful for our church family and to be home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-828876721602257144?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/828876721602257144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/right-decesion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/828876721602257144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/828876721602257144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/right-decesion.html' title='The Right Decesion'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5017/5544571592_efb18e8d0d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-8156663721606341409</id><published>2011-03-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:27:50.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5537448062/" title="DSC02061 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5091/5537448062_93fa1710ce_b.jpg" width="1024" height="768" alt="DSC02061" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday  was a GREAT day. First.... my girl slept until 9:45am... she woke up and didn't cry...  a good friend picked up Hoot at 10:00am so it was me and The Doll... (The staff at the orphanage called her WaWa (sp) which meant doll).  She only cried for a minute when Hoot left and dried it up for breakfast. Things were rolling along so I dared to drive to Target for a few necessities... It was her first trip to Target!!!!  Now she is officially a Lambert. We LOVE Target. Hoot and I usually go one day a week after school for popcorn and an Icee. We strolled through Target and she was fine. We popped back in the car seat and had lunch with Lambert. She was pretty mad when we had to leave Baba, but she recovered quite nicely. My friend called and said Hoot was having fun so they were going to the park. I was feeling very brave so I decided to continue the retail therapy session. By this time she was talking to me from the back seat. We practiced new words like motorcycle, big truck, Escalade... you get the picture. She loves to repeat everything we say. I can't believe she's picked up on words so quickly. We stopped at the Crocs store and here is what she said to me... "pretty shoes"... signed sealed and delivered this is my girl!!!  We have been teaching her to say pretty and shoes... but she put the two together. We looked at all the colors and she picked out the pink ones (once again... my girl) We headed to Gap and she touched all the dresses she could reach from her stroller and said, "oooohhh pretty"... Who is this child?? It was back to normal when Lambert got home. She really didn't care if I was there or not, but I'll take what I can get. We were outside playing when he got home.. he picked her up and she waved bye bye to me.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5537435300/" title="DSC_1775 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5019/5537435300_4dfedbb3d4_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1775" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a much better week. Earlier this week we had a play date with two of the Peanuts and a most gracious Kim (Three Peanuts)&lt;a href="http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5537435330/" title="DSC_1771 by slambert4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5537435330_5a8ff1c73f_b.jpg" width="1024" height="680" alt="DSC_1771" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll did great. She played with Kate and seemed very relaxed. She watches everything and is very intrigued by other children. On Monday (when she wouldn't stop crying... ALL DAY) I pulled up Lucy (and Lucy makes 6). She must have watched Lucy videos for almost and hour. She couldn't get enough. I was soo  thankful for Lucy and her genius mommy, Dawn &lt;a href="http://ourlittlechinagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ourlittlechinagirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so blessed by family and friends. All week our small group has delivered meals and I can't express how blessed we feel. My good friend Stacey called us out for a shopping outing, Kim had us over for lunch and Aleesa picked up Hoot for a fun boys only play date. We have received such kind words of encouragement through the blog, e-mail and snail mail. We are overwhelmed with the support we have been given and can' express how truly grateful we are.  I know that many followers have found us by way of friends and family and I just want to tell you thank you. We have certainly felt your prayers and feel an indiscibable peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been called to Hebrews 12 a lot this last week. this verse keeps coming to mind and it's so fitting. The race is ran so much smoother when you have the support and prayers from other believiers running alongside lifting you up. We are truly blessed. Okay.. I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews+12:1&amp;amp;version=NIV" cmimpressionsent="1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hebrews 12:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blessings from The Lamberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-8156663721606341409?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8156663721606341409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/retail-therapy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8156663721606341409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/8156663721606341409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5091/5537448062_93fa1710ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-6098597142891062278</id><published>2011-03-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:36:26.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll Never Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-87c68a00ed197151" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87c68a00ed197151%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333344969%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23020F3CC7FEE04B2F4D49D18E179F225D0CF11C.26FC672431377EEA68B211D3A4D2BA2C4D88707E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87c68a00ed197151%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9MDuPsh3fS3vu2XmV_nYRa0rxd0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87c68a00ed197151%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333344969%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23020F3CC7FEE04B2F4D49D18E179F225D0CF11C.26FC672431377EEA68B211D3A4D2BA2C4D88707E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87c68a00ed197151%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9MDuPsh3fS3vu2XmV_nYRa0rxd0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The BEST doctor in Guangzhou told us a few short days ago, our little Libbie would never walk unassisted, or even bear her own weight. He didn't know our girl or the power of our Great God. Now I counted 25 squeaks!!!!   Lambert asked me this morning if I really thought she would walk on her own. He was full of doubt and concern. (He is a mother hen full of worry all of the time!) While Hoot and I took a nap she started letting go of the sofa, testing herself. When I woke up she put on a show! My heart sings with joy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+71:14&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Psalm 71:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-6098597142891062278?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6098597142891062278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/shell-never-walk.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6098597142891062278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/6098597142891062278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/shell-never-walk.html' title='She&apos;ll Never Walk'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-3886860979097408330</id><published>2011-03-11T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:06:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to be Home</title><content type='html'>We made it home safely yesterday afternoon and couldn't be more happy. Libbie on the other hand would rather be back in her safe hotel room at the White Swan. She (and Lambert) had a pretty rough night. She slept all the way from Tokyo to Houston so needless to say she was not ready for bed last night. Lambert had been awake for 32 hours and was MORE than ready for bed. She finally crashed at 5AM. Lambert left me with her this morning so we could get acquainted.... she screamed for over 3 hours. When her daddy walked in.... she never cried again. He's putting her down now in our room and I can hear her whaling... Hoot's in there with her so hopefully she'll feel safe with daddy and Hoot. She was a fire cracker tonight. She yells at us in a commanding voice when she wants something. She orders Hoot around like you can't believe. I couldn't decide if I should post this or not, but it's real... she is a marathon screamer when she is mad or scared or whatever. Her referral reported that she likes to cry... I remember saying babies don't "like" to cry... something is wrong and they are trying to communicate. Well I learned today after 3 hours, it's a sport for her. She didn't pass out or let up for 3 HOURS.... I didn't know that was humanly possible. Hoot covers his ears and says "please stop orphan baby please stop" We told him he couldn't say that anymore, but we cracked up after he went to bed. He loves her so much and is just a big protector. He wants to help feed her and rub her back when she's whimpering. We're really trying to make him feel included. We can see that he feels left out sometimes. It's just hard for him. I'm sure it's hard for all older siblings when the new baby comes. We were sooooo blessed by our friends at the airport. They made the cutest signs and even made signs for him. His class made a sign and my bff brought it and everyone brought him gifts too. We are truly blessed by the most wonderful friends. Hoot was so proud that he was a part of it. At dinner he said, "okay remember it's all about me now, we back in Texas. I'm home!"&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to be home with my two chicks in my nest. Now if I could get her to like me, I'll be set!&lt;br /&gt;Lambert never got the motivation to post, but he's shared so many wonderful thoughts I decided I'll share a couple with you.&lt;br /&gt;He told me today that he really feels changed. We have heard friends say how they feel when they come home from a mission trip... you just see things a little different. Things we take for granted everyday are unheard of to most of the world. We can be so materialistic and selfish in America. He didn't think he would love her the way he loves Hoot. He wasn't sure he could... she had him at first sight. He was so unsure of how we would parent her, but he couldn't send her back. The bond between the two of them is the same as if she had been born to us. He is proud and tender with her. I'm proud of him... he's changing her diaper so I know it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1696 by slambert4, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5518359287/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping now that were home, he'll have the energy to do a little guest post. We'll see. He's got some good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We are praising the Lord today that missed the earthquake in Tokyo. We literally missed it by hours. God spared us and we are thankful. We wold have been in BIG trouble. We couldn't communicate with anyone and we didn't have our guide to help. Our prayers are with the people there. Many adoptive families travel through Tokyo to China so we pray for them as well. I'll leave you with this... if you feel God calling you to do something and you're fearful. Fear not. He will provide. He is faithful and He will be with you. That's the biggest thing we walked away with. When we are obedient and trusting, He is the closest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1698 by slambert4, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5518950232/"&gt;&lt;img height="680" alt="DSC_1698" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5518950232_e6aa530ede_b.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left a family of three and we came home a family of four. PTL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_1693 by slambert4, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambfam5/5518359331/"&gt;&lt;img height="680" alt="DSC_1693" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5012/5518359331_dea1bb3f33_b.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-3886860979097408330?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3886860979097408330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/hppy-to-be-home.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3886860979097408330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/3886860979097408330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/hppy-to-be-home.html' title='Happy to be Home'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5518950232_e6aa530ede_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4506947823754013651</id><published>2011-03-09T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T04:27:48.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight From Guangzhou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BU9i8UoPns/TXdx_FaP_1I/AAAAAAAABAg/TrNkeHgKCJQ/s1600/DSC_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582055591746994002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BU9i8UoPns/TXdx_FaP_1I/AAAAAAAABAg/TrNkeHgKCJQ/s400/DSC_1661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a bittersweet night in Guangzhou. The kiddos are asleep and we are finishing up the packing. It drizzled all day today. As we walked the stone streets we realized this may be the last time we see this beautiful island. We tried to take it all in and enjoy the peace and quiet. We know the distractions will come as soon as we land on US soil. A friend told me this would be a beautiful time of bonding as a new family of four. I am so thankful Hoot came with me. We have experienced so much together as a family. I would have been sad if he missed it. We left as a happy family of three and we will return as a happy family of four! We are ready to come home, but we are sad too. This is a part of Libbie's past and her forever. We didn't visit the orphanage. We were too tired and didn't want to cry anymore. We didn't want to confuse her anymore than she already is. I know I have said it in previous posts, but it has been such a blessing to watch this little girl transform before our very eyes. She was a frail withdrawn little girl with such despair and fear in her eyes when we met her. Each day she has come out of her shell and we leave with a little ball of fire. While she still won't let me hold her, she does say mamma and blow me kisses if I am far enough away. I have enjoyed watching my husband change diapers, snuggle her and apply makeup.... things I never thought I would witness and all his manly dignity went right out the window as she wrapped him tighter and tighter around her little finger. She kisses him and throws the biggest fit if he shows ANYONE more attention than her. This will change when we get home and she begins to trust that he won't leave her. And Hoot.... what can I say??? Just amazing. It is truly a blessing to be his mommy. We could not be prouder of this little boy. He has prayed the most mature prayers while we've been here. He has been selfless and giving. He has had to share (which he's never had to do before) and he's done it with such a sweet spirit. He is so proud that his little Mei Mei loves him. He does however love to tell ANYONE who will listen, that his sissy doesn't like his mommy... He's told strangers on the elevator, waiters, doctors, cab drivers... you name it... The good thing about sissy not liking me right now is that I can shower him with my attention and he feels special. Lambert told me that come Friday morning, he is heading out and leaving me with her all day. He's going to take Hoot somewhere special so it will be me and her.... PRAY.. It's either sink or swim. Any tips would be most appreciative. i think she is coming around and I think that it's because I have kept a distance between her and I. I cheer her on and clap for her, but from a distance. I want her to come to me when she is ready and on her terms. I don't want to force myself on her. I am the one who took her from her nannies arms so she may see me as a threat. I catch her watching me when she doesn't know I can see her. She doesn't look away anymore, but she won't come to me. She will let me squirt sanitizer in her hands and lotion... but that's about it. Oh she will take food from me too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that God is with me (us) even in China. He goes before us and prepares the way. He has a plan and He will accomplish it. He's not done with Libbie and He's not done with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuteronomy 31:8The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you or forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight from Guangzhou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the Lamberts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4506947823754013651?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4506947823754013651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodnight-from-guangzhou.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4506947823754013651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4506947823754013651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodnight-from-guangzhou.html' title='Goodnight From Guangzhou'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BU9i8UoPns/TXdx_FaP_1I/AAAAAAAABAg/TrNkeHgKCJQ/s72-c/DSC_1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1245546698022504633</id><published>2011-03-08T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:37:08.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Sofa... Out takes</title><content type='html'>Sweet boy.. mamas helper&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLMcVYED5ro/TXcBliR1UcI/AAAAAAAABAY/A61hBt2j3Fc/s1600/DSC_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581932007517409730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLMcVYED5ro/TXcBliR1UcI/AAAAAAAABAY/A61hBt2j3Fc/s400/DSC_1640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's getting her ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehyYivrFOgk/TXcBlsrx5aI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FF9mHmp0ETk/s1600/DSC_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581932010310591906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehyYivrFOgk/TXcBlsrx5aI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FF9mHmp0ETk/s400/DSC_1632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axRWwUmQLPo/TXcBlS62-TI/AAAAAAAABAI/rt50HrJyZO4/s1600/DSC_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581932003394517298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axRWwUmQLPo/TXcBlS62-TI/AAAAAAAABAI/rt50HrJyZO4/s400/DSC_1634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuIRBjsgpfY/TXcAdVXjqVI/AAAAAAAABAA/zvMRWraK2Bk/s1600/DSC_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581930767101176146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuIRBjsgpfY/TXcAdVXjqVI/AAAAAAAABAA/zvMRWraK2Bk/s400/DSC_1622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait for it... wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwmK54Qer3Y/TXcAdYuXCHI/AAAAAAAAA_4/NmdThRMFziQ/s1600/DSC_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581930768002123890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwmK54Qer3Y/TXcAdYuXCHI/AAAAAAAAA_4/NmdThRMFziQ/s400/DSC_1618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ci2PkXt_bhk/TXcAdCRU0XI/AAAAAAAAA_w/lIsb77RKGuo/s1600/DSC_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581930761974763890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ci2PkXt_bhk/TXcAdCRU0XI/AAAAAAAAA_w/lIsb77RKGuo/s400/DSC_1611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stinkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76ejv2K_yRE/TXcAc_4vcbI/AAAAAAAAA_o/GUSLgnpoEpU/s1600/DSC_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581930761334780338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76ejv2K_yRE/TXcAc_4vcbI/AAAAAAAAA_o/GUSLgnpoEpU/s400/DSC_1587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank goodness for Gege Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEhm9myif98/TXb_ZLdlF-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/MdiuXey4JCI/s1600/DSC_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581929596210976738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEhm9myif98/TXb_ZLdlF-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/MdiuXey4JCI/s400/DSC_1589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it comes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbkmzqTADgQ/TXb_Y0Zr4AI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KT1oxexRlhA/s1600/DSC_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581929590020628482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbkmzqTADgQ/TXb_Y0Zr4AI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KT1oxexRlhA/s400/DSC_1605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get that woman with the camera outta my face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pPSAKInzyo/TXb_YT3A9iI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jB08SQhBUYo/s1600/DSC_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581929581285275170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pPSAKInzyo/TXb_YT3A9iI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jB08SQhBUYo/s400/DSC_1598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe if I kinda smile she'll leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHs_b1W9g3M/TXb_YRFaNbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ZIzoaplTf2E/s1600/DSC_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581929580540343730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHs_b1W9g3M/TXb_YRFaNbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ZIzoaplTf2E/s400/DSC_1583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uU2P3sL_dDc/TXb-iE3n95I/AAAAAAAAA_A/Bu_3ayDb_Ec/s1600/DSC_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581928649548363666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uU2P3sL_dDc/TXb-iE3n95I/AAAAAAAAA_A/Bu_3ayDb_Ec/s400/DSC_1575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Make her smile daddy Baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRpSzBUMU0Q/TXb-h66nIvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/iUW-7mrcifs/s1600/DSC_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581928646876537586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRpSzBUMU0Q/TXb-h66nIvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/iUW-7mrcifs/s400/DSC_1574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She babbles in Chinese. I can't understand her but I'm certan whatever she's saying is disrespectful. she can really tell me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2es1lO1yO4Y/TXb-hqfbzuI/AAAAAAAAA-w/t3CrF4SoD8Q/s1600/DSC_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581928642467581666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2es1lO1yO4Y/TXb-hqfbzuI/AAAAAAAAA-w/t3CrF4SoD8Q/s400/DSC_1568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EjF1yPpMAc/TXb-heNhbOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/44UwOVhBeDU/s1600/DSC_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581928639171226850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EjF1yPpMAc/TXb-heNhbOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/44UwOVhBeDU/s400/DSC_1567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked all over for this dress. it's hard to find because new styles have come out. i love the way the black contrasts against the red sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqQuxrD0zyA/TXb9mI5ikrI/AAAAAAAAA-g/V9SFz3b8OEg/s1600/DSC_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581927619837989554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqQuxrD0zyA/TXb9mI5ikrI/AAAAAAAAA-g/V9SFz3b8OEg/s400/DSC_1570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please be done. please be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-durUnIW74jg/TXb9l9rfNRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/jyy_sIast6M/s1600/DSC_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581927616826258706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-durUnIW74jg/TXb9l9rfNRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/jyy_sIast6M/s400/DSC_1566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sausage sasuage yummy yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XC7fEKNPzs/TXb9ltDs8CI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/--U68xjfwEE/s1600/DSC_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581927612364419106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XC7fEKNPzs/TXb9ltDs8CI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/--U68xjfwEE/s400/DSC_1563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is stunning and captivates us with those eyes. were in big trouble&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4PCqH5JM8I/TXb9lWlQ6fI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NOPIR0JX7D0/s1600/DSC_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581927606331173362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4PCqH5JM8I/TXb9lWlQ6fI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NOPIR0JX7D0/s400/DSC_1560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I told you it was coming. i soooo copied Lisa's photos of Regan from Long Road to China. However.... I don't know how to use my camera yet and my girl was not quite as cooperative as little Regan. She loves sasuage links so we let her keep one in her hand or near by and that kept her at peace for a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-1245546698022504633?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1245546698022504633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-sofa-out-takes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1245546698022504633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/1245546698022504633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-sofa-out-takes.html' title='Red Sofa... Out takes'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLMcVYED5ro/TXcBliR1UcI/AAAAAAAABAY/A61hBt2j3Fc/s72-c/DSC_1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2120495984185558479</id><published>2011-03-07T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T03:17:07.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>Poor Lambert. He is going to need a massage when we get home. he made me delete the photo because his shirt was off.... modesty you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NfUqfbBmF8/TXXIOblaooI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5CSRSZdJJ1w/s1600/DSC_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YG-A1aD9X2o/TXXINnkjbrI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dFTG3CcHTLk/s1600/DSC_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581587449481752242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YG-A1aD9X2o/TXXINnkjbrI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dFTG3CcHTLk/s400/DSC_1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASAcsKiqxlU/TXXINJtVEeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/UxBxM_0fy2s/s1600/DSC_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581587441465496034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASAcsKiqxlU/TXXINJtVEeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/UxBxM_0fy2s/s400/DSC_1322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetest boy ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyxMZpD2u5U/TXXHMu-ccHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BazMysHi5qY/s1600/DSC_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581586334777897074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyxMZpD2u5U/TXXHMu-ccHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BazMysHi5qY/s400/DSC_1326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Trooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hc8rIadvZAQ/TXXHL3UjbsI/AAAAAAAAA84/0FuXs9yM5m8/s1600/DSC_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581586319838244546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hc8rIadvZAQ/TXXHL3UjbsI/AAAAAAAAA84/0FuXs9yM5m8/s400/DSC_1427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I65TTNoo0Ck/TXXHLu0Yg2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/DpqE4uV14dE/s1600/DSC_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581586317555827554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I65TTNoo0Ck/TXXHLu0Yg2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/DpqE4uV14dE/s400/DSC_1447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those eyes! were in big trouble. she can be a stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BV-lqflbQc/TXXHLWe_mwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/WzCpPhqKxKc/s1600/DSC_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581586311023663874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BV-lqflbQc/TXXHLWe_mwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/WzCpPhqKxKc/s400/DSC_1445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our sweet blessings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcF97EGjkgw/TXXGP4EdKXI/AAAAAAAAA8g/SMrxABYMAcs/s1600/DSC_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581585289247009138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcF97EGjkgw/TXXGP4EdKXI/AAAAAAAAA8g/SMrxABYMAcs/s400/DSC_1461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki8PZaubBfU/TXXGPUV3hRI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/hvvW7wVJOKg/s1600/DSC_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581585279656363282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki8PZaubBfU/TXXGPUV3hRI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/hvvW7wVJOKg/s400/DSC_1468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves the computer. TROUBLE and pushing buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaXs22DOT0U/TXXGPKzrYrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/tPpIkCx4Sxs/s1600/DSC_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581585277097042610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaXs22DOT0U/TXXGPKzrYrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/tPpIkCx4Sxs/s400/DSC_1501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuBlu9loAhw/TXXGOm3nzkI/AAAAAAAAA8I/UvY9HA7ldv4/s1600/DSC_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581585267449908802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuBlu9loAhw/TXXGOm3nzkI/AAAAAAAAA8I/UvY9HA7ldv4/s400/DSC_1503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrloTV8SoWc/TXXFRWlzfCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/C8t6a7je_oQ/s1600/DSC_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581584215108189218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrloTV8SoWc/TXXFRWlzfCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/C8t6a7je_oQ/s400/DSC_1401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nvknQIQwQA/TXXFQyAIqQI/AAAAAAAAA74/67SdgjN10h0/s1600/DSC_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581584205286516994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nvknQIQwQA/TXXFQyAIqQI/AAAAAAAAA74/67SdgjN10h0/s400/DSC_1505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlobsrvSKdc/TXXFQbaiLZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/PPwEc2sb5zI/s1600/DSC_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581584199223225746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlobsrvSKdc/TXXFQbaiLZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/PPwEc2sb5zI/s400/DSC_1465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oa3PRVy-bdg/TXXFQDw7C5I/AAAAAAAAA7o/yCmm4adSnW4/s1600/DSC_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581584192874679186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oa3PRVy-bdg/TXXFQDw7C5I/AAAAAAAAA7o/yCmm4adSnW4/s400/DSC_1520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lambert just left me alone with her while she is napping, I am praying she doesn't wake up while they're out... Did I mention we are ready to be home??? Well we are. It has been a wonderful experience here in Guangzhou, but we are done... we want bbq and fajitas. We had a romantic idea of taking her for Chinese when we arrived in Texas... NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. We won't be eating Chinese for a while. Libbie is doing great. Day by day she reveals another layer of herself to us. We say everyday how we are amazed at her will and determination. She wants to do everything herself and then she looks to daddy to make sure he marvels at her success. She always hangs on to food no matter what. As long as she has food in both fists she is ready for anything. Hoot continues to amaze us too. He is such a great kiddo. I know this trip has been hard on him and at times he's had some meltdowns. We wouldn't have it any other way than having him with us. He's experienced so much and really feels a part of it all. He got to take his first taxi ride today which he thought was totally awesome. He can't wait to share all his experiences with his friends back at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have done all that we know to do here on the island and we are going stir crazy. I confirmed our flights today so we are ready to go. I have all the goodies purchased and just a few more things to do on my checklist. I am so intrigued by the culture and the people in Guangzhou. We have seen sights that we could never have dreamed and it has been good for all of us. When we first talked about travel Lambert really didn't want to come. I am so glad that he did and that we experienced this together. There is no way I could have communicated everything to him. It's been good for our marriage. I feel closer to my family than ever. We are a little four unit family drawing close to each other and closer to the Lord. Hoot has sung so many hymns while were out and about today he sang "Oh no you never let go through the calm and through the storm Lord you never let go of us" How fitting and appropriate for this little journey we've been on. I think I have hummed Great is thy faithfulness everyday... I can't sing to save my life but i can make a joyful noise for certain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I' ve taken more photos than I can share. I made the mistake of buying a new camera the day before we left... i don't recommend doing that. A lot of my shots have been blurry or the ISO was off... what was I thinking... well i know what i was thinking... I can figure this out on the plane ride over. I'll have nothing better to do... well most of the learning comes by trial and error. I don't think the other passengers would have approved the flashes while I tried out my new toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so grateful for the prayers and support. We truly have felt them and the peace that has come from them is amazing... Amazing his how I would describe our entire experience. I have been amazed every second of every day. Amazed by my husband, my son, my family and friends, the people here, the culture, MY BIG BIG God!! We have discovered through this adventure just how small we are and how very big He is. I have witnessed just how much better his ways our than my ways. He has a plan for each of us and he will provide if we will but just follow and submit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shes awayke!!!! PRAY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still clinging to psalm 34. He will take away my fear and with him anything is possible. How great is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2120495984185558479?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2120495984185558479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-stretch.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2120495984185558479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2120495984185558479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-stretch.html' title='The Home Stretch'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YG-A1aD9X2o/TXXINnkjbrI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dFTG3CcHTLk/s72-c/DSC_1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-4261684397100125671</id><published>2011-03-06T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T03:34:39.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Can Eat!</title><content type='html'>Traditional Chinese Lunch&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2q7YKN_nbE/TXNtp41_akI/AAAAAAAAA7g/H8ks85ECnBk/s1600/DSC_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580924929643080258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2q7YKN_nbE/TXNtp41_akI/AAAAAAAAA7g/H8ks85ECnBk/s400/DSC_1281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes your seeing correctly... don't look dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wWqmCOH2MJQ/TXNtps7AE6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/L5PENQYEjWg/s1600/DSC_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580924926442869666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wWqmCOH2MJQ/TXNtps7AE6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/L5PENQYEjWg/s400/DSC_1280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhkiXDbAxT4/TXNtpOqeUII/AAAAAAAAA7Q/hUTITRnE31g/s1600/DSC_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580924918320484482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhkiXDbAxT4/TXNtpOqeUII/AAAAAAAAA7Q/hUTITRnE31g/s400/DSC_1275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She copies everything he does. they're doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koShhSO0JDo/TXNtomnKO9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/eGlb_POJofI/s1600/DSC_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580924907569167314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koShhSO0JDo/TXNtomnKO9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/eGlb_POJofI/s400/DSC_1223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTl61v6THHU/TXNswJFdVyI/AAAAAAAAA7A/oYx6umF_TDg/s1600/DSC_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580923937570510626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTl61v6THHU/TXNswJFdVyI/AAAAAAAAA7A/oYx6umF_TDg/s400/DSC_1215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved the water fountains in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYPSoV-eDFY/TXNsv7Qb0ZI/AAAAAAAAA64/UGwMZqwdC-Q/s1600/DSC_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580923933858451858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYPSoV-eDFY/TXNsv7Qb0ZI/AAAAAAAAA64/UGwMZqwdC-Q/s400/DSC_1195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for dinner. Hoot is such a proud big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aN2Rdr0J0cU/TXNsvSPqVzI/AAAAAAAAA6w/pxg8IVZ0c3g/s1600/DSC_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580923922849355570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aN2Rdr0J0cU/TXNsvSPqVzI/AAAAAAAAA6w/pxg8IVZ0c3g/s400/DSC_1165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She LOVES her lipstick. but only daddy can apply it... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDvRD7ZUrYQ/TXNsu_TV__I/AAAAAAAAA6o/P7TbA4XE_Bk/s1600/DSC_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580923917764526066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDvRD7ZUrYQ/TXNsu_TV__I/AAAAAAAAA6o/P7TbA4XE_Bk/s400/DSC_1113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Libbie's primary concern is food... She will eat everything in sight which makes me think she was deprived. We've been told it happens, but to see it in person is indescribable. She eats more than we could ever imagine. She will lick her fingers to dab up the cracker crumbs in her stroller. if she drops something she searches until she finds it. There doesn't seem to be any satisfying her appetite. It makes me hurt. We give her whatever she wants and allow her to hang on to whatever she can in her little hands. As long as she has something in her grasp, she is content. Today she was much more relaxed. She slept good and even spit out a few things she didn't care for.  The girl can also make a HUGE mess. She is a tornado in our room. I pick it all up and she tears through and drags is ALL out again. It's like a game.  She wins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our guide took us for our traditional chinese meal today... I knew I was in trouble when I saw rabbit and turtle on the sign outdoors... I REALLY knew I was in trouble when I saw the bunny cages and the SNAKE cages when entered the door. Hoot saw the bunnies and said NO!! don't kill the bunnies, we love bunnies. Then our guide said her favorite dish was the steamed pigeon... i'm gonna die, I thought to myself. She asked that we not ask what we were eating but just try... I made it through lunch. I didn't eat any meat. We played it safe and stuck to the noodles and fried rice. None of us are adventurous diners so this was a huge stretch. Libbie on the other hand ate everything in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all tired and ready to come home. We're getting on each others nerves and this hotel room seems to be closing in on us. We've explored as much as we can explore and now we miss home... family friends, normalcy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-4261684397100125671?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4261684397100125671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-can-eat.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4261684397100125671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/4261684397100125671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-can-eat.html' title='The Girl Can Eat!'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2q7YKN_nbE/TXNtp41_akI/AAAAAAAAA7g/H8ks85ECnBk/s72-c/DSC_1281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-9169042495719135626</id><published>2011-03-04T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:43:11.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good doctors can be wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M66t7pjjQeQ/TXF_fpt4meI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jEMqsE73JFo/s1600/DSC_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580381595039734242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M66t7pjjQeQ/TXF_fpt4meI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jEMqsE73JFo/s400/DSC_0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She took two steps without assistance... he said, "she'll never walk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z52BVNb2Ubc/TXF_fLPCgfI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XyywvogDMcQ/s1600/DSC_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580381586857296370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z52BVNb2Ubc/TXF_fLPCgfI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XyywvogDMcQ/s400/DSC_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoot's BEST buddie left this morning. He prayed for new friends to come today. We are so blessed a new group came and they brought BIG brothers (geges)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they went swimming. It was freezing, but they begged. what could we say. it's been all about the babies so we gave in.  They are the Polar Bear club of Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuqwJAxXyu4/TXF_e1VisEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/42hMnZRQenk/s1600/DSC_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580381580978991170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuqwJAxXyu4/TXF_e1VisEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/42hMnZRQenk/s400/DSC_0917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes... those are chopsticks and she IS feeding herself. I can't even use chopsticks and my hands work great. she is one determined little ball of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mldvY8_17r8/TXF_eUg3kaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/FAgSmlWhOlM/s1600/DSC_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580381572168126882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mldvY8_17r8/TXF_eUg3kaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/FAgSmlWhOlM/s400/DSC_0932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ciI7hYhJR9Q/TXF-LnD_HHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/JWlveKdnp4Y/s1600/DSC_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580380151218117746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ciI7hYhJR9Q/TXF-LnD_HHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/JWlveKdnp4Y/s400/DSC_0935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GAUONmTTCI/TXF-LJKl6WI/AAAAAAAAA54/r9TkfVP66zY/s1600/DSC_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580380143192762722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GAUONmTTCI/TXF-LJKl6WI/AAAAAAAAA54/r9TkfVP66zY/s400/DSC_0941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know some of these photos are so blurry,but they're just so great, I can't help but share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2b2UnUhG7S4/TXF-KyIMvxI/AAAAAAAAA5w/UcnT6hk8mKc/s1600/DSC_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580380137008709394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2b2UnUhG7S4/TXF-KyIMvxI/AAAAAAAAA5w/UcnT6hk8mKc/s400/DSC_0944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brother and sister&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv9LJV3WhyM/TXF-KbBaErI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QTXGwby-2D4/s1600/DSC_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580380130806207154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv9LJV3WhyM/TXF-KbBaErI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QTXGwby-2D4/s400/DSC_0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "best" orthopedic surgeon in China told us Libbie would never walk or feed herself. She is a very determined little STRONG willed child. She is completely opposite of her brother... not afraid of anything and very independant. She shows us another layer of herself each day, but she is very cautious. She shuts down in public and won't make a sound. She studies everything and watches others carefully. I think she forgot that she doesn't smile at me, becuase this morning she flashed a big smile and then gave me the worst frown...like oh I forgot I don't care for you!!! I have made an effort today to stay back and give her space today. She is more relaxed, but still has meltdowns. When she goes into a fit, nothig will console her. We just sit back and (cover our ears) pray for this hurting child. There is such depth in her eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner with a couple that is here adopting their 11th child!! They are from Michigan. I would guess they are in their late 50's and they have 5 grandchildren... you know me, I asked "how do you do it?" The daddy answered, "One word...PRAYER" He is s truck driver... He told us to read Psalm 34 when we got home. I brought my bible with me and read it as soon as we got back to our room. I had read it a couple days before we left for China, but it spoke to me in a new way last night. (i didn't remember what it said to be honest) BUT ITS GOOD STUFF... I'm reading everyday for strength.  All things are possible through Christ and with him we are mighty in power and limitless in what we can accomplish. Read it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love from Guangzhou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lamberts  PS sorry about the spelling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-9169042495719135626?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9169042495719135626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-doctors-can-be-wrong.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/9169042495719135626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/9169042495719135626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-doctors-can-be-wrong.html' title='Good doctors can be wrong'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M66t7pjjQeQ/TXF_fpt4meI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jEMqsE73JFo/s72-c/DSC_0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-2551603427747919879</id><published>2011-03-03T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:36:35.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four... No Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZqtEcSkEM8/TXCHaBlm2OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/T2VNZpot8L0/s1600/DSC_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580108819484563682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZqtEcSkEM8/TXCHaBlm2OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/T2VNZpot8L0/s400/DSC_0720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtNhKmfdvEc/TXCHZq9BNKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nRAerEFOnEc/s1600/DSC_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580108813408744610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtNhKmfdvEc/TXCHZq9BNKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nRAerEFOnEc/s400/DSC_0715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; the physical therapist gave us great news! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580108805846054866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fs1z19R9v4/TXCHZOx7t9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZBeBi6Ljup4/s400/DSC_0696.JPG" /&gt;The therapist said she has arthrogryposis.. you can read about it here  (no hands but ours) google it.  The photos look just like our girl.... very encouraging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDTb0osWsPM/TXCHYd3otCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/t6DfjEZYHd8/s1600/DSC_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580108792716637218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDTb0osWsPM/TXCHYd3otCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/t6DfjEZYHd8/s400/DSC_0725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen made a friend from Boston here adopting a younger brother.  This boys name is Bowen. they are buddies! they want to swim today. Its too cold, but they are insistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr5eebpVcC8/TXCGk9GnP_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/heV6tq1srKg/s1600/DSC_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580107907747758066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr5eebpVcC8/TXCGk9GnP_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/heV6tq1srKg/s400/DSC_0745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iln_urH1RR8/TXCGkhSkgtI/AAAAAAAAA44/3g8DcE6SBHM/s1600/DSC_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580107900281717458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iln_urH1RR8/TXCGkhSkgtI/AAAAAAAAA44/3g8DcE6SBHM/s400/DSC_0757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are having a dress made for her at Susans. We had tea... it was NASTEA!! we prefer sweet texas tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxSHlLWNBWc/TXCGkDl4moI/AAAAAAAAA4w/HMBUIPOBn6I/s1600/DSC_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580107892309662338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxSHlLWNBWc/TXCGkDl4moI/AAAAAAAAA4w/HMBUIPOBn6I/s400/DSC_0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She and Hoot must be siblings. They LOVE the popcorn. It was Hoots, but she took over and would not share with him. She would turn in a circle to avoid him. She's got her eye on him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38_hztsZBsI/TXCGjoVF_HI/AAAAAAAAA4o/kFRju1_Km_s/s1600/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580107884991478898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38_hztsZBsI/TXCGjoVF_HI/AAAAAAAAA4o/kFRju1_Km_s/s400/DSC_0797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjvHBKYf7hQ/TXCFw95l_BI/AAAAAAAAA4g/kEc1WCN3ZCo/s1600/DSC_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580107014608387090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjvHBKYf7hQ/TXCFw95l_BI/AAAAAAAAA4g/kEc1WCN3ZCo/s400/DSC_0806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy is applying lip gloss. If the parts business fails he can work for MAC as a makeup artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkYVFOuUKl0/TXCFwgOZTZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/nwl6rYzVSYs/s1600/DSC_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580107006642572690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkYVFOuUKl0/TXCFwgOZTZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/nwl6rYzVSYs/s400/DSC_0821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eYoOF7yXUI/TXCFwFe7lgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/yU2BtFDcLyg/s1600/DSC_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580106999464171010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eYoOF7yXUI/TXCFwFe7lgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/yU2BtFDcLyg/s400/DSC_0824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered her chocolate....    so daddy had to comfort her.  He is worn out. She won't let him relax.  I told him he better get ready for the plane ride home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIDNBaygQmA/TXCFvksvTMI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9zOfl76iC2s/s1600/DSC_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580106990663716034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIDNBaygQmA/TXCFvksvTMI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9zOfl76iC2s/s400/DSC_0828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I'm pulling every trick out of my bag and nothing works. I've wooed her with chocolate which I was told she loves... i've given her lip gloss, coloring books, bubbles, food, stickers, playdough, cell phone, movies, games.... my bag is almost empty and she's not budging. I've almost given into the fact that it may not happen here, and that's okay. I don't want to force it and I don't want to try too hard. She will talk if I'm not in the room. Last night she was sitting in Lambert's lap looking in the mirror. I was in the bathroom and he said, Libbie, you are amazing" and she said, "amazing" just as clear as a bell. She has said Baba (daddy) and Gugu (brother)... no mama (me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have met some amazing families here at our hotel and in the park. Last night we met a physical therapist in the playroom and she said Libbie has a tendon issue (I can't think of the name) but that she should have no problems once she has therapy. Is that God or what??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also met a couple that is good friends with the Chapmans... yes Stephen and Mary Beth!!! The Chapmans are actully their daughters God parents... Amazing family. We met a couple from Sikeston Missouri. We stop in Sikeston every time we go to Indiana. They have a heard of kiddos (i think 6) and we can't wait to meet them at Lamberts next time we go to the farm. Everyone has been so supportive and encouraging. We are loving our stay in Guangzhou and have met some life long friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Libbie... AMAZING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to read the commets tonight. thank you for the kind words and prayers. We feel them.. Lambert has come to tears over the comments everyone has posted. I think he's gearing up for a guest post later tonight... he keeps telling me what to post so I told him I would help him later if he wanted to post his thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So funny... when we were preparing he said these words... I'm not changing her diaper, that would be too weird.. guess who changes ALL her diapers.... that's right. LAMBERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were headed to SUBWAY for lunch and were having dinner with a few friends tonight at The Cow and Bridge... We are SOOOO ready for El Toro and plan to have it as soon as we come home. I've never been so hungry for it. However, the KFC and Papa Johns here on the island... ROCKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS please forgive the spelling errors. I am too tired (lazy)to spell check. Not used to using a small laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for your thoughts and prayers. Can't wait to see everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pslm 89:1-2 I will sing of the Lord's great love forever with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations. I will declare that your love stands firm forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praising Him in Guangzhou, Love the Lamberts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502991134673106181-2551603427747919879?l=hootsmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2551603427747919879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-four-no-love.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2551603427747919879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502991134673106181/posts/default/2551603427747919879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hootsmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-four-no-love.html' title='Day Four... No Love'/><author><name>Hoots Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739647926602722291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JyrBWDsJFac/S7OYgGydOSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L1Pk_LpWYT0/S220/DSC_2956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZqtEcSkEM8/TXCHaBlm2OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/T2VNZpot8L0/s72-c/DSC_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502991134673106181.post-1482590804281735713</id><published>2011-03-02T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:14:37.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest decision ever</title><content type='html'>These photos are terrible... but they're all we have&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PG0J2mIAQQM/TW9mOcW_K9I/AAAAAAAAA4A/pLc7Z8oSldg/s1600/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579790861652143058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PG0J2mIAQQM/TW9mOcW_K9I/AAAAAAAAA4A/pLc7Z8oSldg/s400/DSC_0467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhiSmdo96kk/TW9lhqSWfbI/AAAAAAAAA3o/RiAXifT01Ec/s1600/DSC_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579790092296682930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhiSmdo96kk/TW9lhqSWfbI/AAAAAAAAA3o/RiAXifT01Ec/s400/DSC_0480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wk2aV9s1c0U/TW9lhSAFD3I/AAAAAAAAA3g/V7PxhBKJ0O8/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579790085777592178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wk2aV9s1c0U/TW9lhSAFD3I/AAAAAAAAA3g/V7PxhBKJ0O8/s400/DSC_0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is not a smile... it just looks like it could be... trust me it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3bAemivexQ/TW9lhf2wqsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/U7ZxfpWEGXE/s1600/DSC_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579790089496603330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3bAemivexQ/TW9lhf2wqsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/U7ZxfpWEGXE/s400/DSC_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is a smile, notice who she's sitting with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt0SNmedrLw/TW9kVDZIpII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ShqxbDsx69E/s1600/DSC_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579788776186094722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt0SNmedrLw/TW9kVDZIpII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ShqxbDsx69E/s400/DSC_0562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is very serious&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rT7bo8KUfE/TW9kU8B3DvI/AAAAAAAAA3I/T7yWEHnDfPc/s1600/DSC_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579788774209425138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rT7bo8KUfE/TW9kU8B3DvI/AAAAAAAAA3I/T7yWEHnDfPc/s400/DSC_0575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_boT_
