<?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-1760284705417192775</id><updated>2011-12-02T16:34:01.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horton Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1422191082105287048</id><published>2011-08-13T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T09:18:04.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom/Living Room Makeovers</title><content type='html'>I've been itching to makeover my bedroom.  My sweet friend, Abby, has a GREAT eye!  She was willing to help me, and, wow, did she ever get me started!  What started as a simple, "Let's make some changes to my bedroom," has now crept into the living room.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I've done to my bedroom.  This is where Abby and I started.  Once I get completely done, I'll post some pictures of the finished project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was get some new bedding.  I had initially ordered a duvet from Pottery Barn, and I loved it, but it was something I had always done.  I was ready for something different, something lighter and brighter.  Abby found this, and I LOVE it!!!  I returned the PB set, and I'm so glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3KndU6q-CI/TkdKK6L8HvI/AAAAAAAADZE/VXwx0yf8ouk/s1600/77032824_LAkHja8s_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3KndU6q-CI/TkdKK6L8HvI/AAAAAAAADZE/VXwx0yf8ouk/s400/77032824_LAkHja8s_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640558609583316722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB0v45tzc4Y/TkdKLTnjPCI/AAAAAAAADZM/e1ji94Co9VY/s1600/prod1608099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB0v45tzc4Y/TkdKLTnjPCI/AAAAAAAADZM/e1ji94Co9VY/s400/prod1608099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640558616410012706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Abby found this great mirror. It is the same as found at Restoration Hardware, and she found it at a place in town that sells home decor items.  We it at a fraction of the price.  It is a little rustic and adds interest to my room and balances the "glam" I'm adding as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inWISdEob9k/TkdKKu7muVI/AAAAAAAADY8/vgCsxbkPj1I/s1600/412-kB02h1L._SL380_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inWISdEob9k/TkdKKu7muVI/AAAAAAAADY8/vgCsxbkPj1I/s400/412-kB02h1L._SL380_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640558606562015570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this chair last week.  I'm putting it in the corner of my room in a little reading nook.  I just LOVE it.  It is from Target of all places.  I'm learning a lot in this process.  I'm learning if you do a little research, you can find some good prices.  I'm definitely on a budget!  A lot of the chairs at Urban Outfitters are also at Target in a similar version.  LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got started, I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.alamodemaven.com/"&gt;Shelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, at a' la mode blog.  I found her randomly one day when I was catching up with Kelly.  I was struggling to find "MY" style, and as I went through her home tour, I felt like I had found myself.  I like traditional lines but I want something that looks more modern (but not too modern), and I knew I wanted to go lighter and brighter (get out of my red and brown).  I e-mailed Shelli on a whim, not thinking I'd ever hear back from her because she has like a bazillion readers, but you know that precious girl e-mailed me back and has been helping me!!!  She is as sweet and precious as she looks in her blog.  I just find it amazing that a complete stranger is willing to talk to someone like me that doesn't know jack about design!  LOL!  I simply can't thank her enough!  I'm also wishing I knew her years ago when I used to travel to her home town when I worked in a the "real world".  How fun that would have been!  Had I known her then, I probably would have been making all kinds of excuses to travel there.  Ha!  I really  think what it is is that she saw what I had done and my own and probably thought to herself, "Wow!  That girl really needs some help."  LOL!  We also have an OBU connection, and once you've been to OBU, you pretty much become family even if you are strangers.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by Shelli's wall color, so the next thing I did is paint my bedroom Sherwin Williams Comfort Gray.  LOVE it!  These girls haven't steered me wrong yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHHfO-jc1FU/TkdMoedJvII/AAAAAAAADZU/xu_9I1OsrMg/s1600/SW6205.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHHfO-jc1FU/TkdMoedJvII/AAAAAAAADZU/xu_9I1OsrMg/s400/SW6205.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640561316558650498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have work to do.  I need to get art, and I'm working on a gallery wall for the room, but it is all coming together, and I'm loving my lighter space.  Now, if I could just get the kids to stop eating Cheez-Its in my new retreat.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've convinced Derek we should also work on the living room.  Again, precious, beautiful, design star, Shelli, has come to my rescue.  I told her what I was trying to achieve, ideas Abby had already given me that I liked, and she has designed this for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWgT3nqpj2E/TkdNZ0rRF0I/AAAAAAAADZc/1stAbkqK_ik/s1600/Living%2BRoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWgT3nqpj2E/TkdNZ0rRF0I/AAAAAAAADZc/1stAbkqK_ik/s400/Living%2BRoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640562164337022786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's gorgeous and exactly the look I'm going for.  Shelli has such a  gift for design, and more than that, she is the sweetest person on the  planet.  Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this couch and ottoman above ordered along with this media chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk_ktbGN9O8/TkdN0mHSSRI/AAAAAAAADZk/qRCopkEqQ_E/s1600/94550772A2_ALT1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk_ktbGN9O8/TkdN0mHSSRI/AAAAAAAADZk/qRCopkEqQ_E/s400/94550772A2_ALT1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640562624284477714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could NOT convince Derek to paint the walls a lighter color (we just painted about a year ago), but I'm tickled to get to redecorate, and I think I'll still get the look I'm after even with the darker walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, our biggest dilemma is how to get the kids not to spill on the lighter furniture, which you know will happen thirty minutes after it is delivered.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a living room full of furniture I'm selling, so if you are interested, let me know.  Ha (but seriously)!  =)  I'm having my first experience with Craigslist.  It's quite interesting, but I have sold one piece.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1422191082105287048?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1422191082105287048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1422191082105287048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1422191082105287048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1422191082105287048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/bedroomliving-room-makeovers.html' title='Bedroom/Living Room Makeovers'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3KndU6q-CI/TkdKK6L8HvI/AAAAAAAADZE/VXwx0yf8ouk/s72-c/77032824_LAkHja8s_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7229152430249084327</id><published>2011-07-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:51:15.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace asked her Daddy for headphones.  He set her up with music, and she took off running around the pool, like when I go running.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpmGy0g8MS0/TiT91BvJh2I/AAAAAAAADYs/0sgRgLr2MxA/s1600/IMG_4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpmGy0g8MS0/TiT91BvJh2I/AAAAAAAADYs/0sgRgLr2MxA/s400/IMG_4640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630904521561048930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked her if she would like to go on a real run with me.  She was SO excited.  She even wanted to put her Gatorade on top of the mailbox like I always do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVan8y-1WaA/TiT90_0j-OI/AAAAAAAADYk/Lo85M91ZF1E/s1600/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVan8y-1WaA/TiT90_0j-OI/AAAAAAAADYk/Lo85M91ZF1E/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630904521046882530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of Daddy's music didn't make the cut.  We had to stop because she did not like 38 Special.  Can't say I blame her.  =)  Sorry, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5ww8ld_gpw/TiT91nC235I/AAAAAAAADY0/Evyu0n9KcOE/s1600/IMG_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5ww8ld_gpw/TiT91nC235I/AAAAAAAADY0/Evyu0n9KcOE/s400/IMG_4647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630904531575824274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a fun time and special memory with my sweet girl.  Girlfriend ended up running about half a mile.  I was shocked!  She cried when I made her go in, but I was afraid she was going to over do it in this heat.  I have a feeling in a couple of years, she will be running circles around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7229152430249084327?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7229152430249084327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7229152430249084327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7229152430249084327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7229152430249084327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpmGy0g8MS0/TiT91BvJh2I/AAAAAAAADYs/0sgRgLr2MxA/s72-c/IMG_4640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-6484059872044390504</id><published>2011-07-16T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:28:53.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My babies have LOVED camp this summer.  It has kept us busy, but they have had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan is back for his third summer at A-Camp.  A-Camp is a blessing...that is all I can say.  A wonderful blessing.  He has gotten to do so many FUN things, and he still has two weeks left.  They are so sweet to take pictures every day of all the fun he is having.  It is so wonderful to get a peek into his day.  I have a lot more than this, but these are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_J8vGNiPoc/TiJe7DlcmwI/AAAAAAAADXs/60HlJZrjPPw/s1600/IMG_3650%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_J8vGNiPoc/TiJe7DlcmwI/AAAAAAAADXs/60HlJZrjPPw/s400/IMG_3650%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166852834204418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exploring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl7ymxfb_U4/TiJe6pByf4I/AAAAAAAADXk/8pdrfJEXdz4/s1600/DSC_1923%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl7ymxfb_U4/TiJe6pByf4I/AAAAAAAADXk/8pdrfJEXdz4/s400/DSC_1923%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166845705322370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnF9Fxrb8IY/TiJe55Qm5HI/AAAAAAAADXU/VxMGoT-q6JE/s1600/DSC_1954%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnF9Fxrb8IY/TiJe55Qm5HI/AAAAAAAADXU/VxMGoT-q6JE/s400/DSC_1954%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166832882574450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catching bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkdUGIHhCPQ/TiJe73jxmMI/AAAAAAAADX0/5H45lgsEvig/s1600/IMG_3579%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkdUGIHhCPQ/TiJe73jxmMI/AAAAAAAADX0/5H45lgsEvig/s400/IMG_3579%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166866785835202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Canoeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb15J7YQoAI/TiJeXNIfCeI/AAAAAAAADXE/4cIWhZI_uRc/s1600/100_4879%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb15J7YQoAI/TiJeXNIfCeI/AAAAAAAADXE/4cIWhZI_uRc/s400/100_4879%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166236921792994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has developed a special bond with this Camp Counselor, Mary Pat.  He LOVES her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCnTs87_J4M/TiJeW7nS0wI/AAAAAAAADW8/Feuj4q3LZ0g/s1600/234%2B%25282%2529%2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCnTs87_J4M/TiJeW7nS0wI/AAAAAAAADW8/Feuj4q3LZ0g/s400/234%2B%25282%2529%2527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166232219177730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRsSOmVVPJM/TiJeWBf7c9I/AAAAAAAADWs/t1lf3WW5OFo/s1600/100_4882%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRsSOmVVPJM/TiJeWBf7c9I/AAAAAAAADWs/t1lf3WW5OFo/s400/100_4882%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166216619029458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy boy to be at camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObBZD36fQLU/TiJeWhZvaJI/AAAAAAAADW0/9oBHqZ3B51w/s1600/185%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObBZD36fQLU/TiJeWhZvaJI/AAAAAAAADW0/9oBHqZ3B51w/s400/185%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166225183008914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud of all the badges he has earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tpISivE_ws/TiJeXp7tABI/AAAAAAAADXM/mmCBurD6aQo/s1600/DSCN0267%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tpISivE_ws/TiJeXp7tABI/AAAAAAAADXM/mmCBurD6aQo/s400/DSCN0267%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166244652810258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been asked to speak to the Board of Directors of A-Camp in a few weeks about what A-Camp has meant for our family.  I don't think there is enough time to communicate what a blessing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Grace spent a week at Princess Camp.  She loved every minute of it.  Talk about right up her ally!  =)  She learned that princesses aren't quitters and that being a princess is a big responsibility because you take care of those you love.  She also learned how to hold her dress out when she walks down stairs and how to always have her plume (feather pen) with her in case someone wants her autograph.  Ha!  Just precious!  I'm so glad she was able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbUxOgZflE4/TiJht2zLW6I/AAAAAAAADX8/XOuESJAmqe4/s1600/IMG_7206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbUxOgZflE4/TiJht2zLW6I/AAAAAAAADX8/XOuESJAmqe4/s400/IMG_7206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630169924598717346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is being "announced" to all the land as Princess Ella Grace by Queen Nettles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JLW_vezAASI/TiJhuGGeU1I/AAAAAAAADYE/LZWXNmGKjGI/s1600/IMG_7221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JLW_vezAASI/TiJhuGGeU1I/AAAAAAAADYE/LZWXNmGKjGI/s400/IMG_7221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630169928706184018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The princesses entertained the audience by doing the "Macarena."  They also learned a line dance and the motions to YMCA!  SO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gr0_jFkTsGs/TiJhu6OsXTI/AAAAAAAADYM/2LCLP_wGBE0/s1600/IMG_7234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gr0_jFkTsGs/TiJhu6OsXTI/AAAAAAAADYM/2LCLP_wGBE0/s400/IMG_7234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630169942699302194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They learned to get their own refreshments and use the ladle all by themselves to get their own punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfGP-n3vQzY/TiJhvXnfsRI/AAAAAAAADYU/pQCHoa2MAQ4/s1600/IMG_7254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfGP-n3vQzY/TiJhvXnfsRI/AAAAAAAADYU/pQCHoa2MAQ4/s400/IMG_7254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630169950587957522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She danced with Daddy.  Her favorite part, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMoIXXtRMhE/TiJhvlD-1kI/AAAAAAAADYc/qUaF30YO5Bg/s1600/IMG_7257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMoIXXtRMhE/TiJhvlD-1kI/AAAAAAAADYc/qUaF30YO5Bg/s400/IMG_7257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630169954197100098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official.  We have papers to prove it.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-6484059872044390504?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6484059872044390504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=6484059872044390504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6484059872044390504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6484059872044390504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-camp.html' title='Summer Camp'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_J8vGNiPoc/TiJe7DlcmwI/AAAAAAAADXs/60HlJZrjPPw/s72-c/IMG_3650%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8492099258181564659</id><published>2011-07-08T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:13:13.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Catching Up...17 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt4P6-eS2Fc/Thcr0RkMDZI/AAAAAAAADWc/Jc86sOG857Y/s1600/wedding%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt4P6-eS2Fc/Thcr0RkMDZI/AAAAAAAADWc/Jc86sOG857Y/s400/wedding%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627014436491103634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 2, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On July 2nd, Derek and I celebrated 17 years of marriage.  We've been together a total of 23 if we count our dating time.  Well, some of it wasn't really dating, as my mom wouldn't let me date until I was 16.  Derek and I met when I was 15, so we spent a lot of time on the couch watching TV.  It seems like we watched A LOT of episodes of "Hunter."  Remember that show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful God brought Derek and me together at such a young age.  It is fun to go back and look at pictures...when Derek was all elbows and knees and I was all hair.  I think the kids will enjoy looking at them as well.  EG will already say, "Daddy was old here," having it mixed up that he was really young!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvV2jQxNHl0/Thco4-bj8MI/AAAAAAAADWU/bi7nJti1XOE/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvV2jQxNHl0/Thco4-bj8MI/AAAAAAAADWU/bi7nJti1XOE/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627011218719109314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom watched Evan and Ella Grace so we could go out to eat.  We went to our favorite restaurant that has the best steaks ever!  I'm so thankful for such a loving, supportive husband that is a wonderful Daddy to our children.  We've made a lot of good memories and I know lots more are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8492099258181564659?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8492099258181564659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8492099258181564659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8492099258181564659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8492099258181564659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-catching-up17-years.html' title='Still Catching Up...17 Years'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt4P6-eS2Fc/Thcr0RkMDZI/AAAAAAAADWc/Jc86sOG857Y/s72-c/wedding%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-5292230312653572425</id><published>2011-07-04T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:23:39.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSsWRyMgVvQ/ThKbbUv0RnI/AAAAAAAADVU/8rlNP_HCJ1U/s1600/IMG_6986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSsWRyMgVvQ/ThKbbUv0RnI/AAAAAAAADVU/8rlNP_HCJ1U/s400/IMG_6986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625729778267211378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow!  It sure has been a while.  I have missed blogging.  I just can't seem to find the time.  I was looking for something the other day...a picture I think.  I knew it was on my blog.  I found it, and in the midst of looking realized how many memories I had documented...this I had forgotten about had I not blogged about it.  I'm going to try to get re-started.  Even if it's  not a long post, I want to post something about daily life with this sweet family of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace is LOVING dance!  She had her first dance recital last weekend.  It was SO cute!  She had a blast, and I had no idea how hard it was on a momma.  The other moms and I spent our time changing costumes, running back to the auditorium for the performance and then running back to the changing room.  I was exhausted, but I was SO proud of her!  She did great and had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We couldn't take pictures or video during the performances.  These are pics I took before and back stage.  We are ordering a DVD, and I'm anxious to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEvMWNYIkFU/ThKcmH5TgBI/AAAAAAAADV8/HYEVxsJ-U9o/s1600/IMG_6970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEvMWNYIkFU/ThKcmH5TgBI/AAAAAAAADV8/HYEVxsJ-U9o/s400/IMG_6970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625731063307534354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granny brought her flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-435HpOIqvBw/ThKclKZEOqI/AAAAAAAADVs/_JiN9honghQ/s1600/IMG_6982%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-435HpOIqvBw/ThKclKZEOqI/AAAAAAAADVs/_JiN9honghQ/s400/IMG_6982%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625731046797752994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and so did Daddy.  This was at the awards ceremony at the beginning of the recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fV7G3YqB3nE/ThKeyBx03PI/AAAAAAAADWM/zsSmi-Ks0ts/s1600/Cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fV7G3YqB3nE/ThKeyBx03PI/AAAAAAAADWM/zsSmi-Ks0ts/s400/Cowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625733466847239410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did her tap routine to "Boot Scootin' Boogie."  Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9zNIitGL8Y/ThKckYAorjI/AAAAAAAADVc/1PwTCFwWiM4/s1600/268556_2166905335194_1323506845_2557573_6768307_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9zNIitGL8Y/ThKckYAorjI/AAAAAAAADVc/1PwTCFwWiM4/s400/268556_2166905335194_1323506845_2557573_6768307_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625731033273511474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did her ballet routine to "My Girl."  Sweet doesn't even cover it!  I cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8nLa3k_9yQ/ThKexvedr0I/AAAAAAAADWE/TEnJmWCgf80/s1600/IMG_6990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8nLa3k_9yQ/ThKexvedr0I/AAAAAAAADWE/TEnJmWCgf80/s400/IMG_6990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625733461934190402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did her gymnastics routine to "Walk the Dinosaur."  It was her favorite.  Here are the girls staying busy with a snack and a movie until show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_nk4E2Kvps/ThKclsjJjqI/AAAAAAAADV0/vxk6IEJ2uyA/s1600/IMG_6989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_nk4E2Kvps/ThKclsjJjqI/AAAAAAAADV0/vxk6IEJ2uyA/s400/IMG_6989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625731055966850722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace and some sweet friends she made while at dance.  She had the best time and I see lots of dance recitals in my future.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-5292230312653572425?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5292230312653572425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=5292230312653572425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5292230312653572425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5292230312653572425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSsWRyMgVvQ/ThKbbUv0RnI/AAAAAAAADVU/8rlNP_HCJ1U/s72-c/IMG_6986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-820693680095305585</id><published>2011-01-30T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:03:27.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Ella Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV4amUuY_I/AAAAAAAADU8/OB-8VY7tYO8/s1600/166217_1814121835827_1323506845_2044724_4062352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV4amUuY_I/AAAAAAAADU8/OB-8VY7tYO8/s400/166217_1814121835827_1323506845_2044724_4062352_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567988912672891890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace has started taking dance.  She goes for an hour on once a week for ballet, tap and gymnastics.  She LOVES it (and so do I).  I think I am having as much fun as she is!  I was completely giddy at her first lesson.  She looks ADORABLE in her tutu!  Two of her best friends are taking with her, and they are SO cute.  This is a picture of Ella Grace and Kaitlyn at their very first lesson.  They were SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV4H4Urr5I/AAAAAAAADUk/GiY1d8IqOJc/s1600/165716_1836495395152_1323506845_2075583_3258896_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV4H4Urr5I/AAAAAAAADUk/GiY1d8IqOJc/s400/165716_1836495395152_1323506845_2075583_3258896_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567988591087038354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is still loving "school."  Last week was my last week teaching there.  I'll miss seeing her throughout the day.  This is a picture of Ella Grace and one of her good friends, Elijah.  They became fast friends the very first day of school.  I love all these sweet little friendships she has made.  I can't believe I just registered her for her last year there.  She will be in the 4-year-old program and THEN Kindergarten.  I can't even think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV4ICkju7I/AAAAAAAADUs/jGJ85yFGmek/s1600/166310_1848990187514_1323506845_2094734_5935267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV4ICkju7I/AAAAAAAADUs/jGJ85yFGmek/s400/166310_1848990187514_1323506845_2094734_5935267_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567988593837980594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace got a bicycle for Christmas.  We got to get it out for the very first time this weekend.  The weather was SO nice!  Here she and I are riding around the backyard.  I, of course, am on Evan's bike.  It is not easy to ride a bike that is too small.  LOL.  Thank goodness for those training wheels!  My rear end is still sore today!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV8sTgvOCI/AAAAAAAADVE/QfJq4Uf6YzI/s1600/180123_1848701300292_1323506845_2094120_2659809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV8sTgvOCI/AAAAAAAADVE/QfJq4Uf6YzI/s400/180123_1848701300292_1323506845_2094120_2659809_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567993614907160610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is still extremely picky about her clothes.  This is something that can be a battle each morning.  She definitely knows what she likes, and it seems the flashier the better.  Ha!  It's to the point now that I have no idea how to shop for her!  The teen years ought to be fun!  She was so excited about the warmer weather.  She picked out this sweet smocked dress to wear on errands Friday (and hot pink shades of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful God blessed us with Ella Grace.  She has brought her Daddy and I so much joy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoy my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-820693680095305585?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/820693680095305585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=820693680095305585' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/820693680095305585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/820693680095305585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-about-ella-grace.html' title='All About Ella Grace'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TUV4amUuY_I/AAAAAAAADU8/OB-8VY7tYO8/s72-c/166217_1814121835827_1323506845_2044724_4062352_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-2754653773512760195</id><published>2011-01-10T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:02:46.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>I am so happy to see snow.  I am even happier to have had the day off from school/work to play in it!  We have had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNmq4sqbI/AAAAAAAADUM/5oy4hkkg6KM/s1600/IMG_6923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNmq4sqbI/AAAAAAAADUM/5oy4hkkg6KM/s400/IMG_6923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693860405651890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We turned the boat into a snow tube.  Evan giggled and giggled.  They loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNnAegpdI/AAAAAAAADUU/Qgbp2S4iBIE/s1600/IMG_6937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNnAegpdI/AAAAAAAADUU/Qgbp2S4iBIE/s400/IMG_6937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693866201392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My turn.  SO FUN!  Looks like I was on a huge hill but really just a tiny one in our backyard.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNmXSsjRI/AAAAAAAADUE/c6Ay0OkvBaA/s1600/IMG_6914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNmXSsjRI/AAAAAAAADUE/c6Ay0OkvBaA/s400/IMG_6914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693855145987346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNlzebOXI/AAAAAAAADT8/FNnUC4mxWd8/s1600/162927_1812457954231_1323506845_2041067_4177842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNlzebOXI/AAAAAAAADT8/FNnUC4mxWd8/s400/162927_1812457954231_1323506845_2041067_4177842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693845531507058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been using this hot chocolate maker all the time.  Derek got it for us for Christmas and we LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNljjUB7I/AAAAAAAADT0/Q6cTp5pkEB8/s1600/164784_1812217908230_1323506845_2040544_8043927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNljjUB7I/AAAAAAAADT0/Q6cTp5pkEB8/s400/164784_1812217908230_1323506845_2040544_8043927_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693841257039794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes...These are a few of my favorite things.  Ahhhh, those eyes!  Snow sticking in his long eyelashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM4mPtnII/AAAAAAAADTs/2KqaQgVZnng/s1600/IMG_6886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM4mPtnII/AAAAAAAADTs/2KqaQgVZnng/s400/IMG_6886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693068886023298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow bunnies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM4MTXsZI/AAAAAAAADTk/0m4d1ZAUz7g/s1600/IMG_6876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM4MTXsZI/AAAAAAAADTk/0m4d1ZAUz7g/s400/IMG_6876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693061922042258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had to taste it.  "It tastes like ice.  It's good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM3gJPy7I/AAAAAAAADTc/bXYdDm29T50/s1600/IMG_6872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM3gJPy7I/AAAAAAAADTc/bXYdDm29T50/s400/IMG_6872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693050068421554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Precious face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM3HfCQRI/AAAAAAAADTU/1mQYTR23Wg4/s1600/IMG_6866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM3HfCQRI/AAAAAAAADTU/1mQYTR23Wg4/s400/IMG_6866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693043448922386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My snow angel.  I named her "Leigh Angel."  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM2IDCBVI/AAAAAAAADTM/miqC3lZ8StY/s1600/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuM2IDCBVI/AAAAAAAADTM/miqC3lZ8StY/s400/IMG_6862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693026420032850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sliding in to the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have enjoyed the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to try to do a better job of preserving my family's memories this year.  I do a good job taking lots of pictures but I never print them out and I'm not being a very consistent blogger.  So, my question to all of you is, how do you preserve your memories in photographs?  I have been a "traditional" scrapbooker in the past, but I've come to the sad realization that I just don't have the time to get it done.  So, I'm trying to decide if I want to try digital scrapbooking or just get the pictures printed and actually in an album.  I want something tangible we can pull out and look at.  Soooo, I'd love some feedback.  What do you do with your photographs?  I'd love some ideas!&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/1760284705417192775-2754653773512760195?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2754653773512760195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=2754653773512760195' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2754653773512760195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2754653773512760195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TSuNmq4sqbI/AAAAAAAADUM/5oy4hkkg6KM/s72-c/IMG_6923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-5232242572976899683</id><published>2010-12-10T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:07:59.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am really in the Christmas spirit!  I've been very un-Leigh Ann-like this year.  Most of my shopping was done before Thanksgiving.  My tree was even up before Thanksgiving!  =)  I always say I'm going to do that, but I NEVER have before until this year!  It is such a great feeling.  I'm hoping after next week...my last week of work before Christmas break and planning a party for Evan's class, I'll be able to kick my feet up, bake and play with Evan and Ella Grace really enjoying the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been SO busy.  Working three days a week has really put a lag in my blogging time.  I'm enjoying it (most days), but I'm tired.  13-17 two years olds can wear a girl O-U-T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took Ella Grace to see Santa.  She was SO excited.  I could read her lips as she told Santa what she wanted.  I melted when I saw her say, "...and my brother wants an iPad."  I LOVE that she thought of him!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK17WvcOeI/AAAAAAAADQ4/b-gGppgHYYg/s1600/EG%2BSanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK17WvcOeI/AAAAAAAADQ4/b-gGppgHYYg/s400/EG%2BSanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549197722195343842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK-ouLk1RI/AAAAAAAADSg/LJg6ZtbM2_U/s1600/IMG_4268%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK-ouLk1RI/AAAAAAAADSg/LJg6ZtbM2_U/s400/IMG_4268%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549207297674499346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan is doing great.  He is being pulled for some mainstream classes...Art and Music.  He got to perform with his fellow first graders at a Christmas singing program yesterday.  We got the practice session on video.  I keep thinking to myself there was a time I thought he wouldn't speak, and here he is today talking SO much more and singing songs with friends.  Just answered prayers.  I am beyond proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQLAAbqPpgI/AAAAAAAADTA/XFs4ybbmaQw/s1600/IMG_4277%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQLAAbqPpgI/AAAAAAAADTA/XFs4ybbmaQw/s400/IMG_4277%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549208804531348994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derek took a picture of his class' weekly newsletter.  How cute!  They wore pajamas!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh, I'm loving the Christmas decorations.  I think I'll be a little sad to take them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK545svelI/AAAAAAAADRg/nXmmL98q_i8/s1600/IMG_4262%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK545svelI/AAAAAAAADRg/nXmmL98q_i8/s400/IMG_4262%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549202078086167122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK6Uvl8f4I/AAAAAAAADRw/WC7DGHBD1N8/s1600/IMG_4259%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK6Uvl8f4I/AAAAAAAADRw/WC7DGHBD1N8/s400/IMG_4259%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549202556409642882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK54IZP93I/AAAAAAAADRI/8mZrTFGh4-M/s1600/IMG_4258%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK54IZP93I/AAAAAAAADRI/8mZrTFGh4-M/s400/IMG_4258%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549202064851072882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK54dfjE_I/AAAAAAAADRQ/FwInnW1RTAE/s1600/IMG_4248%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK54dfjE_I/AAAAAAAADRQ/FwInnW1RTAE/s400/IMG_4248%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549202070514635762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Letter to Santa written by Ella Grace  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK54jiazkI/AAAAAAAADRY/JQRK6Y6u6qY/s1600/IMG_4249%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK54jiazkI/AAAAAAAADRY/JQRK6Y6u6qY/s400/IMG_4249%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549202072137289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Elf on the Shelf, Tinsel, brought a note back from Santa from the North Pole  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and the funnest thing happened to me!  I have had several people come up to me and say they recognize me from Kelly's blog!  I have always thought that was incredible!  Well, while shopping at Hobby Lobby, for the the first time I had someone come up to me and say, "Aren't you Ella Grace's mom?"  Loved it!  SO great meeting you, Emily!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQLAAPmROII/AAAAAAAADS4/8yW-BwntVRk/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQLAAPmROII/AAAAAAAADS4/8yW-BwntVRk/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549208801293449346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wish I could make this bigger.  I didn't have my camera and Derek took it with his phone.  She was SO sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you are enjoying the season in the midst of all the chaos.  =)  I'm off to snuggle with some little ones.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-5232242572976899683?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5232242572976899683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=5232242572976899683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5232242572976899683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5232242572976899683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TQK17WvcOeI/AAAAAAAADQ4/b-gGppgHYYg/s72-c/EG%2BSanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-4665033034244497988</id><published>2010-11-19T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:17:45.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Kind of Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm convinced the best kind of gifts are ones like these.  I LOVE how her teachers wrote exactly what she said and how she said it.  Priceless.  This will be going to get laminated!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TOb3Ko6FevI/AAAAAAAADQw/4e4toh8JVoQ/s1600/PlaceMat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TOb3Ko6FevI/AAAAAAAADQw/4e4toh8JVoQ/s400/PlaceMat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541388153677773554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-4665033034244497988?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4665033034244497988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=4665033034244497988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/4665033034244497988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/4665033034244497988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-kind-of-gifts.html' title='The Best Kind of Gifts'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TOb3Ko6FevI/AAAAAAAADQw/4e4toh8JVoQ/s72-c/PlaceMat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-6531827245845580932</id><published>2010-11-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:21:45.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>On October 23rd, I did my very first half marathon.  A couple of friends   and I have been training since May.  We were nervous and excited for  it  to finally get here.  We met up in Conway for 13.1 miles.  Two hours   and 35 minutes later, I crossed the finish line!  I was such a GREAT   feeling.  All of the entrance fees benefited the Soaring Wings Ranch,  which ministers to young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy-gwqCUsI/AAAAAAAADOA/zn1Ncwfhbfg/s1600/IMG_6623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy-gwqCUsI/AAAAAAAADOA/zn1Ncwfhbfg/s400/IMG_6623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534007512157803202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with Heather and Tami, my running buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy-hhwcGBI/AAAAAAAADOY/mRkDJzn6Cxg/s1600/IMG_6643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy-hhwcGBI/AAAAAAAADOY/mRkDJzn6Cxg/s400/IMG_6643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534007525337995282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots and lots of runners.  I kind of felt like I didn't belong.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy-hyVHwmI/AAAAAAAADOg/DLbclytW2y0/s1600/IMG_6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy-hyVHwmI/AAAAAAAADOg/DLbclytW2y0/s400/IMG_6658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534007529786819170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah  Thorvilson.  She came and spoke to the Women Can Run clinic I started  running with.  She is amazingly FAST!  She is trying out for the  Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzA0tX7JvI/AAAAAAAADPY/xEpnV2_B0TU/s1600/IMG_6681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzA0tX7JvI/AAAAAAAADPY/xEpnV2_B0TU/s400/IMG_6681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534010053897168626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek was so sweet to meet me every so often on the course.  It would give me a burst of energy to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzAz5OP0ZI/AAAAAAAADPQ/E-G4M_FP2FE/s1600/IMG_6765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzAz5OP0ZI/AAAAAAAADPQ/E-G4M_FP2FE/s400/IMG_6765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534010039897936274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soooo happy to be D-O-N-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_1GQLfFI/AAAAAAAADPI/7DXx6s1969A/s1600/IMG_6770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_1GQLfFI/AAAAAAAADPI/7DXx6s1969A/s400/IMG_6770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534008961063943250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Kris.  She also helped me train.  She knows  A LOT about running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_0sxj_7I/AAAAAAAADO4/5Vgra9Yc_FM/s1600/IMG_6774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_0sxj_7I/AAAAAAAADO4/5Vgra9Yc_FM/s400/IMG_6774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534008954224639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did it!&lt;br /&gt;  Kind of felt like going in to the Dora "We Did It" song she sings at the end of every episode.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_0fd8mOI/AAAAAAAADOw/aZi40JSyT94/s1600/IMG_6776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_0fd8mOI/AAAAAAAADOw/aZi40JSyT94/s400/IMG_6776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534008950652704994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather gave us these stickers for our cars!  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_0NZIsAI/AAAAAAAADOo/ceMvHPUqBYM/s1600/IMG_6777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy_0NZIsAI/AAAAAAAADOo/ceMvHPUqBYM/s400/IMG_6777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534008945800687618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek and me afterward.  I was SO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  have never been a runner.  Seriously, ask my junior high track coach.  I  have found that I really enjoy it.  My toenails may never be the same,  but I have loved the health benefits, the stress release it gives me,  and the GREAT friends I have made through running.  Heather and Tami are  trying to convince me to go for the Little Rock full marathon.  I just  don't know about that!  13.1 felt far enough.  I can't imagine doubling  that!  We'll see.  =)  For now, I'm just glad my first half is behind  me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-6531827245845580932?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6531827245845580932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=6531827245845580932' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6531827245845580932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6531827245845580932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-first-half-marathon.html' title='My First Half Marathon'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy-gwqCUsI/AAAAAAAADOA/zn1Ncwfhbfg/s72-c/IMG_6623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-6207191225311937906</id><published>2010-10-30T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:35:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Now for Autism Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH58K_bZI/AAAAAAAADQo/UVg2oW_m6rE/s1600/LSP_7215_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH58K_bZI/AAAAAAAADQo/UVg2oW_m6rE/s400/LSP_7215_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534017840350195090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little Rock had their very first Walk Now for Autism Speaks Walk October  2nd.  We formed a team for Evan called "Evan's Voice."  We raised over  $2,000.  We were so excited and so moved by all of the support of family  and friends.  A group even joined us on the day of the walk to walk  with us.  It meant so much to us!  God had His hand on the entire event.  The weather was beautiful and all the children had THE best time.  Praying for a cure and prevention measures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH5O-wcKI/AAAAAAAADQg/Nh7GErnbnhk/s1600/LSP_7207_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH5O-wcKI/AAAAAAAADQg/Nh7GErnbnhk/s400/LSP_7207_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534017828219285666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH5B02A7I/AAAAAAAADQY/SnbeNFcdkcU/s1600/LSP_7291_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH5B02A7I/AAAAAAAADQY/SnbeNFcdkcU/s400/LSP_7291_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534017824688047026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH4wE2TMI/AAAAAAAADQQ/OHWtXEF6cmM/s1600/LSP_7303_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH4wE2TMI/AAAAAAAADQQ/OHWtXEF6cmM/s400/LSP_7303_1_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534017819923336386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH4GP8bqI/AAAAAAAADQI/jYPe5x66Goo/s1600/LSP_7333_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH4GP8bqI/AAAAAAAADQI/jYPe5x66Goo/s400/LSP_7333_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534017808695586466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGYbILikI/AAAAAAAADQA/L_DPA8Oh2BI/s1600/LSP_7194_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGYbILikI/AAAAAAAADQA/L_DPA8Oh2BI/s400/LSP_7194_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016165032725058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGXhRIlVI/AAAAAAAADP4/0qKdm5keM8o/s1600/LSP_7434_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGXhRIlVI/AAAAAAAADP4/0qKdm5keM8o/s400/LSP_7434_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016149501023570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGXNktObI/AAAAAAAADPw/lkqUxlq6h1k/s1600/LSP_7192_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGXNktObI/AAAAAAAADPw/lkqUxlq6h1k/s400/LSP_7192_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016144214407602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGW5a3uuI/AAAAAAAADPo/cwa0zMgpUVE/s1600/LSP_7140_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGW5a3uuI/AAAAAAAADPo/cwa0zMgpUVE/s400/LSP_7140_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016138804443874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGWjvIx0I/AAAAAAAADPg/y3APUJNWvmI/s1600/LSP_7145_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzGWjvIx0I/AAAAAAAADPg/y3APUJNWvmI/s400/LSP_7145_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016132983867202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also so proud of his report card.  He got such good grades.&lt;br /&gt;He is SO AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-6207191225311937906?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6207191225311937906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=6207191225311937906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6207191225311937906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6207191225311937906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/walk-now-for-autism-speaks.html' title='Walk Now for Autism Speaks'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMzH58K_bZI/AAAAAAAADQo/UVg2oW_m6rE/s72-c/LSP_7215_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1646479486796860972</id><published>2010-10-30T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:16:57.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Girl Turned FOUR!</title><content type='html'>On October 21st, Ella Grace turned four!  I just can't believe how fast  time has flown.  It seems like I just brought that baby home from the  hospital!  We celebrated at the WonderPlace.  She had lots of friends  and family come and celebrate with her.  Such a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx4BUx0lI/AAAAAAAADMQ/2nxX_q-Irps/s1600/IMG_6478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx4BUx0lI/AAAAAAAADMQ/2nxX_q-Irps/s400/IMG_6478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533993618117874258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All ready to go.  She was SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx46OazrI/AAAAAAAADMg/Sqmal2heHnM/s1600/IMG_6473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx46OazrI/AAAAAAAADMg/Sqmal2heHnM/s400/IMG_6473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533993633392021170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought she looked like a princess.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx4tOzk0I/AAAAAAAADMY/K07lZXF30-8/s1600/IMG_6495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx4tOzk0I/AAAAAAAADMY/K07lZXF30-8/s400/IMG_6495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533993629903983426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing market with her good buddy, Elijah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx5GHB0zI/AAAAAAAADMo/_UuiVXc21R8/s1600/IMG_6507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx5GHB0zI/AAAAAAAADMo/_UuiVXc21R8/s400/IMG_6507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533993636582249266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having pizza with her BFF, Kaitlyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx5Z-gx8I/AAAAAAAADMw/FUtzYlN8WNI/s1600/IMG_6519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx5Z-gx8I/AAAAAAAADMw/FUtzYlN8WNI/s400/IMG_6519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533993641915238338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing Happy Birthday to my sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0HM5PluI/AAAAAAAADM4/TblQ1l79TCw/s1600/IMG_6533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0HM5PluI/AAAAAAAADM4/TblQ1l79TCw/s400/IMG_6533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533996077944903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying princess cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0Hf4nd0I/AAAAAAAADNA/5RPdnDWY6oM/s1600/IMG_6535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0Hf4nd0I/AAAAAAAADNA/5RPdnDWY6oM/s400/IMG_6535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533996083042547522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl and me.  I am SO blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0HneHFQI/AAAAAAAADNI/ytOnxjFbcBA/s1600/IMG_6536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0HneHFQI/AAAAAAAADNI/ytOnxjFbcBA/s400/IMG_6536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533996085078856962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek and I are so proud of Evan and Ella Grace.  EG was really grateful for all her gifts.  She told me, "I love you the whole weekend for my party."  She thinks the weekend is a really long time.  =)  Evan had a great time, too.  I never could get a good picture of him.  They are all action shots.  He was running around having a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took these on her actual birthday before school at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0H6kICeI/AAAAAAAADNQ/65bwQvey488/s1600/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0H6kICeI/AAAAAAAADNQ/65bwQvey488/s400/IMG_6605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533996090204359138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0ICZwB9I/AAAAAAAADNY/5fktGpaiVio/s1600/IMG_6607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMy0ICZwB9I/AAAAAAAADNY/5fktGpaiVio/s400/IMG_6607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533996092308326354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So thankful for both my beautiful babies!  Now, quit growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1646479486796860972?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1646479486796860972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1646479486796860972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1646479486796860972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1646479486796860972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-baby-girl-turned-four.html' title='My Baby Girl Turned FOUR!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TMyx4BUx0lI/AAAAAAAADMQ/2nxX_q-Irps/s72-c/IMG_6478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3070653605719756746</id><published>2010-10-17T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:04:55.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids' Closets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a big fan of consignment sales.  I'd much rather do that than  have a  garage sale.  I sold a lot of things at the first sale in town, but  we've been so busy lately that I missed the last  local sale.  So, I'm  doing what I said I'd never do again...preparing  for a garage sale!  In  the process of organizing that, I have found some  good stuff that I  wanted to offer to my friends first.  If you are  interested, let me  know.  I can bring it to you!  We are planning for  our garage sale at  the end of the month, so if I don't sale it here, it  will go in the  garage sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLu5GnYUzDI/AAAAAAAADMI/8YpTTBRlZ3Y/s1600/Tumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLu5GnYUzDI/AAAAAAAADMI/8YpTTBRlZ3Y/s400/Tumble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529216490828778546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tumble Top&lt;br /&gt;$25 (I paid $86 + S/H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLu0JqmuF7I/AAAAAAAADMA/uzlQ4RPJ-v8/s1600/Minnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLu0JqmuF7I/AAAAAAAADMA/uzlQ4RPJ-v8/s400/Minnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211045675931570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minnie Mouse Dress &amp;amp; Headband Costume&lt;br /&gt;$8 (paid about $27 for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLu0Jum7DZI/AAAAAAAADL4/yRe7heMnbUg/s1600/abacus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLu0Jum7DZI/AAAAAAAADL4/yRe7heMnbUg/s400/abacus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211046750522770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa &amp;amp; Doug Abacus&lt;br /&gt;$5 (retail $15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs2s5QCtZI/AAAAAAAADLw/KIyLuifWwjw/s1600/IMG_6594%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs2s5QCtZI/AAAAAAAADLw/KIyLuifWwjw/s400/IMG_6594%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529073112437667218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phone Smart Teaching Telephone&lt;br /&gt;This records your voice, helps learn phone numbers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like new&lt;br /&gt;$7.00 (retail $23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs2sk_UiaI/AAAAAAAADLo/18dNMyi1HZM/s1600/IMG_6590%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs2sk_UiaI/AAAAAAAADLo/18dNMyi1HZM/s400/IMG_6590%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529073106998823330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gator Golf&lt;br /&gt;Like New&lt;br /&gt;$5.00 (retail $17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs2sdojyXI/AAAAAAAADLg/5ke3NDUIEY0/s1600/IMG_6589%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs2sdojyXI/AAAAAAAADLg/5ke3NDUIEY0/s400/IMG_6589%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529073105024305522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story Soldiers Bucket&lt;br /&gt;Like New&lt;br /&gt;$4.00 (retail $13.00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1ohhBnuI/AAAAAAAADLY/QrDxBDtVoZI/s1600/IMG_6588%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1ohhBnuI/AAAAAAAADLY/QrDxBDtVoZI/s400/IMG_6588%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529071937835343586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa &amp;amp; Doug Round Safari Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;$4.00 (retail $13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1oFSwn3I/AAAAAAAADLQ/iTDq6ax9BdM/s1600/IMG_6583%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1oFSwn3I/AAAAAAAADLQ/iTDq6ax9BdM/s400/IMG_6583%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529071930259316594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Minnie Mouse Slippers, Size 9/10&lt;br /&gt;$5.00 (retail $24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1nNimzKI/AAAAAAAADLI/IgPi8az-KjI/s1600/IMG_6597%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1nNimzKI/AAAAAAAADLI/IgPi8az-KjI/s400/IMG_6597%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529071915293396130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooden Car Set&lt;br /&gt;Like New&lt;br /&gt;$14 (I paid around $50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1mlXXuqI/AAAAAAAADLA/1dM9oiufXnI/s1600/IMG_6596%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1mlXXuqI/AAAAAAAADLA/1dM9oiufXnI/s400/IMG_6596%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529071904508852898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinderella Talking Vanity and Accessories&lt;br /&gt;$40 (Retails four around $130)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1lwCgRVI/AAAAAAAADK4/eS-5iy4zec0/s1600/IMG_6585%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLs1lwCgRVI/AAAAAAAADK4/eS-5iy4zec0/s400/IMG_6585%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529071890194253138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gymboree Shirt (Size 4), Dot Pants (Size 3), Leggings (Size 4), Hair Barretts&lt;br /&gt;$17 for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz1jMCDHI/AAAAAAAADKY/l1XqNKCQDlg/s1600/IMG_6580%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz1jMCDHI/AAAAAAAADKY/l1XqNKCQDlg/s400/IMG_6580%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529069962599206002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;StrideRite T-Strap, Silver, Size 8.5 , From Heel to Toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$12.00 (Paid around $40 f0r them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz1UHBUvI/AAAAAAAADKQ/1Kk9cyCBd_Y/s1600/IMG_6578%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz1UHBUvI/AAAAAAAADKQ/1Kk9cyCBd_Y/s400/IMG_6578%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529069958551655154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footmates, Red, Size 9, From Heel to Toe&lt;br /&gt;Probably only worn 3 times&lt;br /&gt;$16 (Paid about $52 for them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz2JacrvI/AAAAAAAADKo/8IPtjiYqzZ4/s1600/IMG_6582%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz2JacrvI/AAAAAAAADKo/8IPtjiYqzZ4/s400/IMG_6582%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529069972860219122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Animal Print Slippers, Size 9/10&lt;br /&gt;$4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz1wktBAI/AAAAAAAADKg/srIHw6X2hwc/s1600/IMG_6581%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLsz1wktBAI/AAAAAAAADKg/srIHw6X2hwc/s400/IMG_6581%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529069966192346114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mermaid Slippers, Size 9/10&lt;br /&gt;$5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be updating this post as I continue my organizing.  =)  Email me if you have any questions:  leighahorton@sbcglobal.net&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-3070653605719756746?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3070653605719756746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3070653605719756746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3070653605719756746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3070653605719756746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-kids-closets.html' title='My Kids&apos; Closets'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TLu5GnYUzDI/AAAAAAAADMI/8YpTTBRlZ3Y/s72-c/Tumble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1945588237711868383</id><published>2010-09-30T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:29:35.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shy Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace is VERY shy.  She will even tell strangers she is shy when they try to talk to her and she isn't interested.  With children, she wants to play so bad but sometimes is too shy to ask others to play.  She wants ME to ask them.  I'm trying to help her come out of it a little.  She did so good today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have the sweetest little girls that live next door.  They have been over to swim a couple of times, we shot fireworks together and have played in our yards together.  We haven't seen them in a while, but tonight we were playing out in the backyard and so were our neighbors.  I told EG to invite them over to play.  She told me to.  Ha!  I told her if she wanted to play, she had to invite them.  For a while, she was fine talking to Alexandra through the fence, passing leaves and sticks back and forth and even trading silly bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKVUp1dssII/AAAAAAAADKA/uFe1hSokHq8/s1600/36073_1645692705204_1323506845_1712386_2090078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKVUp1dssII/AAAAAAAADKA/uFe1hSokHq8/s400/36073_1645692705204_1323506845_1712386_2090078_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522913595742793858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, she got up the courage.  The girls came over and they jumped on the trampoline, played on the swing set and played hopscotch.  EG had such a good time and almost cried when they had to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKVUpwGHBlI/AAAAAAAADKI/xClY57hXL-I/s1600/63085_1645789347620_1323506845_1712481_5312403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKVUpwGHBlI/AAAAAAAADKI/xClY57hXL-I/s400/63085_1645789347620_1323506845_1712481_5312403_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522913594301679186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such sweet times.  Such a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she is going to be FOUR in 21 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and right before she drifted off to sleep tonight, with eyes closed she said, "You're my best friend."  My heart is full!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1945588237711868383?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1945588237711868383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1945588237711868383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1945588237711868383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1945588237711868383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-shy-little-girl.html' title='My Shy Little Girl'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKVUp1dssII/AAAAAAAADKA/uFe1hSokHq8/s72-c/36073_1645692705204_1323506845_1712386_2090078_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-2148813138837738349</id><published>2010-09-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:28:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are gearing up for the first ever Walk Now for Autism Speaks in Little Rock next weekend.  Our family is completely overwhelmed by the support of family and friends that have walked with us through this entire journey.  The support is so evident by the $1,900+ that has been raised for Autism Speaks in Evan's name ("Evan's Voice," our team name).  There is still time to join our team or donate by going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.walknowforautismspeaks.org/faf/search/searchTeamPart.asp?ievent=335892&amp;amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae335892=E155F47CC9F64287BA19CA674DE9A655&amp;amp;team=3782242&amp;amp;tlteam=0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are immensely thankful and blessed by everyone's support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With all that said, I wanted to share some pictures of Evan from A-Camp.  What a wonderful experience for these kiddos (who just happen to have autism) to get a true camp experience.  I'm so incredibly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBHnJbhjI/AAAAAAAADJA/sUDzTcV2Pe4/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBHnJbhjI/AAAAAAAADJA/sUDzTcV2Pe4/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521766217156363826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably my favorite picture from camp.  Evan and Ms. Ashley watching canoers.  Evan really took up with her and she was so good with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFCUCZIOxI/AAAAAAAADJw/QE1lyWewORc/s1600/A-Camp+Pictures+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFCUCZIOxI/AAAAAAAADJw/QE1lyWewORc/s400/A-Camp+Pictures+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521767530140023570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loving on his lead teacher, Ms. Carol.  Precious, precious lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFCU0abBLI/AAAAAAAADJ4/X5OE4-_lIrU/s1600/A-Camp+Pictures+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFCU0abBLI/AAAAAAAADJ4/X5OE4-_lIrU/s400/A-Camp+Pictures+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521767543567221938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a yummy snack with Ms. Rachel (She is Evan's speech therapist and has worked wonders with Evan's overall communication.  Just amazing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBH9huA5I/AAAAAAAADJI/poSkQsCYUnU/s1600/A+Camp+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBH9huA5I/AAAAAAAADJI/poSkQsCYUnU/s400/A+Camp+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521766223163818898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing with Ms. Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBIHb5cqI/AAAAAAAADJQ/uhY7iKqv3js/s1600/A+Camp+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBIHb5cqI/AAAAAAAADJQ/uhY7iKqv3js/s400/A+Camp+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521766225823756962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craft time!  They made the cutest crafts every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBIVXUlhI/AAAAAAAADJY/_frmWjKu_nM/s1600/A+Camp+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBIVXUlhI/AAAAAAAADJY/_frmWjKu_nM/s400/A+Camp+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521766229562660370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hat is complete.  This picture cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFCSoeII-I/AAAAAAAADJo/cHMg8DacLPs/s1600/A-Camp+618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFCSoeII-I/AAAAAAAADJo/cHMg8DacLPs/s400/A-Camp+618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521767506001798114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan and one of the many volunteer counselors that made camp possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBIi3_6rI/AAAAAAAADJg/0AIVI9MnDTI/s1600/A-Camp+441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBIi3_6rI/AAAAAAAADJg/0AIVI9MnDTI/s400/A-Camp+441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521766233189378738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catching a bug.  It lived on my kitchen counter for a week.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as I wish Evan didn't have autism, I have made some of my best friends through our journey.  They love my kid and they love me.  They are some of the most self-LESS people you will ever meet.  People that want to make a difference and DO...one child at a time (and one parent at a time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-2148813138837738349?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2148813138837738349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=2148813138837738349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2148813138837738349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2148813138837738349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/camp.html' title='A-Camp'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TKFBHnJbhjI/AAAAAAAADJA/sUDzTcV2Pe4/s72-c/IMG_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7487227998457169906</id><published>2010-09-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:16:44.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray for Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TJAscJQalZI/AAAAAAAADI4/AUdz3AQ9_T0/s1600/elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TJAscJQalZI/AAAAAAAADI4/AUdz3AQ9_T0/s400/elizabeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516958405561587090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please pray for Elizabeth Parsley.  She is the sister of a dear friend and also volunteered at Evan's A-Camp.  She was in a terrible car accident and the family and doctors are desperately wanting her to wake up on her own.  Specific prayer needs are listed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://prayingforliz.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7487227998457169906?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7487227998457169906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7487227998457169906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7487227998457169906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7487227998457169906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-pray-for-elizabeth.html' title='Please Pray for Elizabeth'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TJAscJQalZI/AAAAAAAADI4/AUdz3AQ9_T0/s72-c/elizabeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-251344663597922742</id><published>2010-09-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:42:27.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Pig Sooie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIzxGOrWHWI/AAAAAAAADIg/FnEQ3nXvKTU/s1600/go+hogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIzxGOrWHWI/AAAAAAAADIg/FnEQ3nXvKTU/s400/go+hogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516048732943424866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, Derek and I went to the Hogs game in Little Rock.  We have tickets to both games they will play here.  It's nice they consider two games in Little Rock as "home" games because we wouldn't leave our kidlets to make they trip all the way to Fayetteville to see them.  We are now 2-0.  It's funny because I don't really understand football.  I was on the dance team in high school and cheered in college, but I really don't get it.  I mean I understand about touchdowns and first downs and field goals, but anything deeper I just don't care about.  Ha!  I love the tailgating,  calling the Hogs, the people watching, and the half-time show.  Other than that, I'm happy being the only one seated during most of the game.  Usually, my seat ends up being the one right next to the big guy that has had one too many and is quite loud.  Sigh!  I was so happy because  this time I sat right next to a sweet couple, who like me, sat almost the entire first half.  =)  They left though, after the little girl behind us spilled her Dr. Pepper down his back.  That's the sort of thing that usually happens to ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so excited Derek and I get to start our new Life Group at church tonight.  This is the first one we have gotten to participate in because I have always been worried about child care.  We have two new members to our family.  Bethany and Katie are two very sweet 20-year-olds that now watch our kidlets when we need to go somewhere.  The great thing about both of them is they are great with Evan.  He LOVES them (and, of course, so does EG).  I look at these two young women, who have their heads on straight and whose priority is serving Christ.  They are so much more mature than their years.  I wish I could have been more like that at 20!  Wow!  We are so blessed.  It has been so good for Derek and I to get to go on dates on occasion and for Evan and Ella Grace to have someone new to play with them.  We came home the other night and what a great feeling that while we were gone, Katie was sharing Bible verses with Ella Grace.  Just precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIz0u4ETjzI/AAAAAAAADIw/sxDnFfY6ubc/s1600/IMG_3959%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIz0u4ETjzI/AAAAAAAADIw/sxDnFfY6ubc/s400/IMG_3959%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516052729783619378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-251344663597922742?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/251344663597922742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=251344663597922742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/251344663597922742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/251344663597922742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/woo-pig-sooie_12.html' title='Woo Pig Sooie'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIzxGOrWHWI/AAAAAAAADIg/FnEQ3nXvKTU/s72-c/go+hogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7814918483717063932</id><published>2010-09-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T17:03:26.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism Speaks Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIl1t3Qx_PI/AAAAAAAADIQ/D2UFnXxhQOY/s1600/Evan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIl1t3Qx_PI/AAAAAAAADIQ/D2UFnXxhQOY/s400/Evan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515068649480781042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Derek and I are forming a team for Evan for the upcoming Autism Speaks Walk in Little Rock on October 2nd.  I have a special place in my heart for this event because the last one I participated in was in Tennessee hosted by my very sweet blogging friends, Meagan, Megan and Lauren.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join our team, go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walknowforautismspeaks.org/faf/home/default.asp?ievent=335892" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.walknowforautismspeaks.org/fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f/home/default.asp?ievent=335892&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Evan's team name is Evan's Voice.  You can join our team or donate by supporting a walker.  Every donation is &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;making  "Evan's Voice" heard that we want to stop autism from reaching another  child and family.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7814918483717063932?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7814918483717063932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7814918483717063932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7814918483717063932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7814918483717063932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/autism-speaks-walk.html' title='Autism Speaks Walk'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIl1t3Qx_PI/AAAAAAAADIQ/D2UFnXxhQOY/s72-c/Evan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3127511944413871645</id><published>2010-09-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:50:57.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Kiss, This Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One fun thing about my new job at Ella Grace's Mother's-Day-Out program is that I get to see things I normally wouldn't.  Last week during Praise and Worship, my class was sitting directly behind Ella Grace's class.  She was sitting by a very cute little 3-year-old boy that we know from last year.  I noticed he was looking at EG all dreamy-eyed.  He kissed her on the cheek, and then grabbed her hand to hold.  I thought it was precious, but when I told Derek about it precious wasn't what came to his mind..  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We happened to run into this handsome little boy Friday at the park.  I think they must have planned it.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIbrpn_cQsI/AAAAAAAADII/vDZDS5uU7LE/s1600/EG%26Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIbrpn_cQsI/AAAAAAAADII/vDZDS5uU7LE/s400/EG%26Set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514353894103990978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-3127511944413871645?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3127511944413871645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3127511944413871645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3127511944413871645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3127511944413871645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-kiss-this-kiss.html' title='This Kiss, This Kiss'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TIbrpn_cQsI/AAAAAAAADII/vDZDS5uU7LE/s72-c/EG%26Set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-6614618278055622099</id><published>2010-08-31T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:03:06.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M-D-O and a J-O-B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_l_f3hWI/AAAAAAAADG4/UcZ5-7xTYf8/s1600/IMG_3998%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_l_f3hWI/AAAAAAAADG4/UcZ5-7xTYf8/s400/IMG_3998%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511772178392515938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the pose she chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was Ella Grace's first day back at "school."  She goes to Mother's Day Out at our church.  It is the most precious little program.  She just loves it there.  She could hardly wait to get back to see her teachers and friends she has missed (and not forgotten) all summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_mKg_2BI/AAAAAAAADHA/0vLIC31_3Dg/s1600/IMG_3999%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_mKg_2BI/AAAAAAAADHA/0vLIC31_3Dg/s400/IMG_3999%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511772181350045714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New lunch box and backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_m2hHV5I/AAAAAAAADHQ/Gv4v7copugQ/s1600/IMG_4000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_m2hHV5I/AAAAAAAADHQ/Gv4v7copugQ/s400/IMG_4000%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511772193161697170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First backpack had to be returned for not being pink enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_mRUi-7I/AAAAAAAADHI/O1_6R3yzMUQ/s1600/IMG_4001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_mRUi-7I/AAAAAAAADHI/O1_6R3yzMUQ/s400/IMG_4001%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511772183176870834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet, precious girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3AdmZNLfI/AAAAAAAADHg/vCFM8iNy-IA/s1600/IMG_4004%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3AdmZNLfI/AAAAAAAADHg/vCFM8iNy-IA/s400/IMG_4004%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511773133726363122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In her class room.  Soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3Ad5YFD2I/AAAAAAAADHo/uEWSqDsQ4Cw/s1600/IMG_4006%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3Ad5YFD2I/AAAAAAAADHo/uEWSqDsQ4Cw/s400/IMG_4006%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511773138821910370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed her and she was just down the hall.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was also my first day.  I'm teaching the two-year-olds.  I think Derek thought I might have lost my mind (ha!), but it was something that just kept coming around and I felt like maybe God was wanting me to give it a try, so here I am.  I was already impressed with the program, but I had absolutely no idea what planning went into it.  I worked the week before school started, getting my room ready, creating lesson plans (yes, for two-year-olds), and reviewing Bible and academic curriculum.   To say it was a busy day was an understatement.  The kiddos did great though, especially since most of them have never been away from Momma.  Only a few of them cried, and that was at nap time.  Their favorite part of the day was Praise and Worship.  They LOVE it!  I knew that was always Ella Grace's favorite part, too.  To see these babies worshiping, singing, doing hand motions to songs, listening to Bible stories is about the most precious thing I have ever seen.  Looking forward to more adventure tomorrow.  Oh, and I do have a c0-teacher.  Praise the Lord!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3BvnWbPTI/AAAAAAAADH4/zom9Ga4nuIQ/s1600/IMG_3965%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3BvnWbPTI/AAAAAAAADH4/zom9Ga4nuIQ/s400/IMG_3965%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511774542732410162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We use this during circle time to go over our memory verse, color, shape, number, letter, and weather for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3BvGbrR9I/AAAAAAAADHw/dhl8f4yCQwY/s1600/IMG_3964%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH3BvGbrR9I/AAAAAAAADHw/dhl8f4yCQwY/s400/IMG_3964%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511774533896062930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a nice room.  Ella Grace was in this room last year.  She's checking out the equipment.  =)&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/1760284705417192775-6614618278055622099?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6614618278055622099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=6614618278055622099' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6614618278055622099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6614618278055622099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/m-d-o-and-j-o-b.html' title='M-D-O and a J-O-B'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TH2_l_f3hWI/AAAAAAAADG4/UcZ5-7xTYf8/s72-c/IMG_3998%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3200508931861215504</id><published>2010-08-23T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:06:44.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ran the Run with the Son 5K on Saturday.  It was sponsored by a nearby church.  It was a lot of fun and I even ran into some old high school and OBU friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/THMxAXSe19I/AAAAAAAADGw/w5U4g_GgyV4/s1600/44797_1467881068864_1588680217_1089970_2129159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/THMxAXSe19I/AAAAAAAADGw/w5U4g_GgyV4/s400/44797_1467881068864_1588680217_1089970_2129159_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508800651525543890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and my friend, Laura.  She is a serious runner.  She runs 11 miles on Saturdays.  Whaaaat?  I am training for my very first half marathon.  The farthest we have gone so far is 6 miles and I promise it took me a whole day to recover!  My training group is doing 7 this Saturday.  If you would have told me 10 years ago that I would be training for a half marathon, I would have laughed SO hard.  I really can't believe I'm doing it.  I am not a natural runner (ask my junior high track coach...ha).  I just want to at least do one half marathon , and I figure I'm not getting any younger, so here's my chance.  We'll see how it goes.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest of the weekend we swam.  I think I might go into serious mourning when we have to close our pool.  I'm a summer girl and NOT ready for it to end.  I wanted to include a video of Ella Grace.  She took four lessons and turned into a little fish.  She swims all over the place now.  It is so cute and amazing because she looks too small to be doing all of that.  I'm so proud of her.  She's still working on coming up and getting a breath and doing GREAT!  I apologize in advance for my hick sounding voice.  Every time I hear it on this video, I want to crawl under a rock.  Good grief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d68495a4c8e23961" 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://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd68495a4c8e23961%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329858276%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D512846CADC2FD1AEA6865ED19867995098359153.421FC99A8AF02C209167F5877A9803E0A92C093D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd68495a4c8e23961%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D697x4-aJ_2bLdZJQm76R_Joy3-4&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://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd68495a4c8e23961%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329858276%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D512846CADC2FD1AEA6865ED19867995098359153.421FC99A8AF02C209167F5877A9803E0A92C093D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd68495a4c8e23961%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D697x4-aJ_2bLdZJQm76R_Joy3-4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-3200508931861215504?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3200508931861215504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3200508931861215504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3200508931861215504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3200508931861215504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/THMxAXSe19I/AAAAAAAADGw/w5U4g_GgyV4/s72-c/44797_1467881068864_1588680217_1089970_2129159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-9154097019568077636</id><published>2010-08-20T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:39:25.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe I haven't blogged all summer.  Well, really I can believe it.  There was NO time!  We were so busy between camp, therapy sessions, and every day fun.  I've missed it tho.  I started thinking I needed to get back so I can start documenting our memories.  I'm not a scrapbooker.  In fact, I'm thinking about selling all the stuff I bought from Creative Memories that is just sitting in the closet.  Sigh!  Anyway, here is my attempt to get back at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to create sort of back-to-school tradition.  We had my niece and nephew over the weekend before school started for one last swim, and then Wednesday, I took Evan and Ella Grace out for a special back-to-school lunch at Purple Cow.  Always a treat to go there.  I think I just found my tradition.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7KgTrarTI/AAAAAAAADGo/c0hblD03tBs/s1600/IMG_3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7KgTrarTI/AAAAAAAADGo/c0hblD03tBs/s400/IMG_3931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507562050707696946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my BIG school boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7Kf8-Da7I/AAAAAAAADGY/QQZtZxR417g/s1600/IMG_3926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7Kf8-Da7I/AAAAAAAADGY/QQZtZxR417g/s400/IMG_3926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507562044611849138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So handsome, so sweet, so precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7KgBBj8XI/AAAAAAAADGg/7Iy_nyc9VtE/s1600/IMG_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7KgBBj8XI/AAAAAAAADGg/7Iy_nyc9VtE/s400/IMG_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507562045700305266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet sister, thinks her brother is IT.  She told me, "You might miss him," when we dropped him off at school.  Somehow, I think she was talking about herself, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan had a GREAT first day back at school.  I was a bit worried about it because the night before was open house.  He cried!  I think reality sunk in that summer was over.  =(  I prayed really hard and clung to Lamentations 3:23 - "The &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282328857_4"&gt;steadfast love of the Lord&lt;/span&gt; never ceases.  His mercies never come to an end.  They are new every morning. "  I also prayed, prayed, and prayed some more.  The next morning, he woke up early.  He was SO happy and SO ready for school.  He did GREAT and had a very fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7J5WpeNwI/AAAAAAAADGI/U9W5yeTvdoo/s1600/IMG_3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7J5WpeNwI/AAAAAAAADGI/U9W5yeTvdoo/s400/IMG_3945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507561381489948418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish there was a way to convey how incredibly PROUD I am of this child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7J5XRLtoI/AAAAAAAADGQ/YmcDJrgxamg/s1600/IMG_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7J5XRLtoI/AAAAAAAADGQ/YmcDJrgxamg/s400/IMG_3948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507561381656508034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan and one of his teachers, Ms. Myrie.  He was so glad to see her (and so was I).  I love his new little backpack and lunch box.  He wore it around the house the night before.  =)  About 30 seconds after I took this picture, I bawled my eyes out!  It was a weird mixture of being so proud of him and how hard he has worked and sad at how fast time has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope all of your little ones have had a fun and easy transition back to school.  Here's to a great year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-9154097019568077636?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9154097019568077636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=9154097019568077636' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9154097019568077636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9154097019568077636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/TG7KgTrarTI/AAAAAAAADGo/c0hblD03tBs/s72-c/IMG_3931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7349230084547516773</id><published>2010-05-15T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:27:46.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took Ella Grace to the sweetest little Princess Tea today.  It was a benefit for Make a Wish Foundation.  The girls got to wear their favorite dress, get their hair fixed and makeup done.  It was so fun!  She chose to go Cinderella style.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86M24O7gI/AAAAAAAADFI/udcQtLLJRNY/s1600/IMG_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86M24O7gI/AAAAAAAADFI/udcQtLLJRNY/s400/IMG_3626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471656064842657282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting her hair fixed.  She told me she wanted it "down with curls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86NKLp0iI/AAAAAAAADFQ/WxDdPK4thas/s1600/IMG_3628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86NKLp0iI/AAAAAAAADFQ/WxDdPK4thas/s400/IMG_3628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471656070024385058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking herself out.  Her favorite part was the glitter that was sprinkled on top of her hair.  It will probably take a couple of hair washings to get it all out.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86NSoi6_I/AAAAAAAADFY/3pmZ7s6YHMI/s1600/IMG_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86NSoi6_I/AAAAAAAADFY/3pmZ7s6YHMI/s400/IMG_3631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471656072293051378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting her makeup done.  She got a little powder and got to choose her eyeshadow and lipstick colors.  On the tray of eyeshadows were pretty pinks and purple and a glittery black.  Of course, she chose the glitter black (yes, she did), but the lady was able to blend in the pink.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86NhSONaI/AAAAAAAADFg/9SwSTnDgHs0/s1600/IMG_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86NhSONaI/AAAAAAAADFg/9SwSTnDgHs0/s400/IMG_3633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471656076225951138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO proud of her makeup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86OJimjeI/AAAAAAAADFo/82WuVATMqvw/s1600/IMG_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86OJimjeI/AAAAAAAADFo/82WuVATMqvw/s400/IMG_3635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471656087032073698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is with a couple of real princesses.  She asked me when Mickey Mouse was coming out.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-87fq-WhgI/AAAAAAAADFw/kEW_5JVMGRY/s1600/IMG_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-87fq-WhgI/AAAAAAAADFw/kEW_5JVMGRY/s400/IMG_3637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471657487576237570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snack time fit for a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-87fzRi7XI/AAAAAAAADF4/z2zC5o7bDdc/s1600/IMG_3643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-87fzRi7XI/AAAAAAAADF4/z2zC5o7bDdc/s400/IMG_3643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471657489804225906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is at the very end with her official princess status and crown.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7349230084547516773?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7349230084547516773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7349230084547516773' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7349230084547516773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7349230084547516773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/princess-tea.html' title='Princess Tea'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-86M24O7gI/AAAAAAAADFI/udcQtLLJRNY/s72-c/IMG_3626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-9041944297859352522</id><published>2010-05-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:57:22.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Havin' Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyGHu8SPI/AAAAAAAADEA/OL014VWlEEg/s1600/IMG_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyGHu8SPI/AAAAAAAADEA/OL014VWlEEg/s400/IMG_3508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467425028364323058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a picture for bath time the other night.  Sweet, happy kidlets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying really hard to "live in the moment."  My blogging has taken a backseat due to this.  My kids are growing SO fast, and I don't want to miss anything, but I also want to preserve our memories.  It's so hard to balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been having fun in with all our day-to-day busyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace is loving gymnastics!  She goes once a week.  Her favorites parts are the bars and the air track at the end.  She is doing great pointing her toe, doing her flips, walking on the beam and ending with a perfect "super stretch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyGilIu8I/AAAAAAAADEI/efLdTGZZ0VU/s1600/IMG_3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyGilIu8I/AAAAAAAADEI/efLdTGZZ0VU/s400/IMG_3497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467425035570953154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so stinkin' cute in that little leotard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyHgsXuNI/AAAAAAAADEQ/4n8HldbvOYI/s1600/IMG_3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyHgsXuNI/AAAAAAAADEQ/4n8HldbvOYI/s400/IMG_3498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467425052244293842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Super stretch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyIEYLaAI/AAAAAAAADEY/oA8dUkyw9GM/s1600/IMG_3499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyIEYLaAI/AAAAAAAADEY/oA8dUkyw9GM/s400/IMG_3499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467425061823277058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Point those toes.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan is playing baseball with Miracle League.  This is a baseball league designed specifically for individuals with disabilities.  If you want to do something to put life in perspective, go to one of these games.  I wanted to sit in the car and cry afterward.  Not because I was sad, but because I was moved by the individuals who volunteer their time so others can play baseball.  I know it is just baseball, but to these kids, it is a chance to do something they may never had been able to do had Miracle League not existed.  Evan did so good!  He had a ball!  The weather has not cooperated with his last few games, so I'm anxious to get him back out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0dWZ6lKI/AAAAAAAADEg/DZnxS7NfhAo/s1600/IMG_6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0dWZ6lKI/AAAAAAAADEg/DZnxS7NfhAo/s400/IMG_6325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467427626462909602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking it all out from Daddy's shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0eup6UdI/AAAAAAAADEw/ttsugEUUX_o/s1600/IMG_6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0eup6UdI/AAAAAAAADEw/ttsugEUUX_o/s400/IMG_6333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467427650152321490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite pictures from the day.  Evan putting his hat on Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0gLPDF9I/AAAAAAAADFA/oO1_y__QgBk/s1600/IMG_6339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0gLPDF9I/AAAAAAAADFA/oO1_y__QgBk/s400/IMG_6339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467427675004147666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helping the pitcher with the baseballs.  =)  This was a volunteer from the Arkansas Travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0fcuRJHI/AAAAAAAADE4/IeVghAcR5gE/s1600/IMG_6343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0fcuRJHI/AAAAAAAADE4/IeVghAcR5gE/s400/IMG_6343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467427662518625394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy helping out with batting.  Evan had his eyes on the ball and hit it on the first try.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0dz3rmrI/AAAAAAAADEo/8n277TVCU24/s1600/IMG_6331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-A0dz3rmrI/AAAAAAAADEo/8n277TVCU24/s400/IMG_6331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467427634372385458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome men!&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/1760284705417192775-9041944297859352522?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9041944297859352522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=9041944297859352522' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9041944297859352522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9041944297859352522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-picture-for-bath-time-other-night.html' title='Havin&apos; Fun!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S-AyGHu8SPI/AAAAAAAADEA/OL014VWlEEg/s72-c/IMG_3508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8868815855838391459</id><published>2010-04-03T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:24:58.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDoyVqC3I/AAAAAAAADDQ/6oleQRSHnIQ/s1600/IMG_6236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDoyVqC3I/AAAAAAAADDQ/6oleQRSHnIQ/s400/IMG_6236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456114947801615218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Easter Bunnies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  It's been a while.  We have been some busy Hortons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you all have a blessed Easter.  We have been celebrating Jesus' resurrection all weekend!  Last night we went to church and had a great service.  I was so happy to dress my kidlets up in their Easter outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gFXwLFEfI/AAAAAAAADDo/g7uPA2lKwZw/s1600/IMG_6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gFXwLFEfI/AAAAAAAADDo/g7uPA2lKwZw/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456116854185857522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDpehQNoI/AAAAAAAADDY/17NzZxHS0Sg/s1600/IMG_6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDpehQNoI/AAAAAAAADDY/17NzZxHS0Sg/s400/IMG_6239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456114959661414018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhh...THE DRESS.  Initially, I had thought I wasn't going to go really fancy with their Easter outfits this year.  Our church is very casual.  Then, I saw THE DRESS in the window of a little boutique I love.  I fell in love with it immediately!   They only had one left and it was in EG's size.  Of course, they had a shirt for Evan in a coordinating color, so I was completely sold.   If I had planned it, it would never had come together that easy.  I'm so glad I went ahead and got them.  You know, they are only little for such a short time.  Ella Grace is going to refuse smocked dresses soon enough (I don't know what I'll do when that happens!).   I could just eat them UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gFYZx6rzI/AAAAAAAADDw/P9omZVX34Q4/s1600/IMG_6224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gFYZx6rzI/AAAAAAAADDw/P9omZVX34Q4/s400/IMG_6224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456116865354608434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my goodness!  My son in this green shirt!  His eyes look amazing.  He is SO handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDnfGMyGI/AAAAAAAADC4/6m8llIt6-9A/s1600/IMG_6219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDnfGMyGI/AAAAAAAADC4/6m8llIt6-9A/s400/IMG_6219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456114925456640098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace's first pose.  Ha!  Ta Da!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDn8Di8iI/AAAAAAAADDA/GemfONeeEIA/s1600/IMG_6221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDn8Di8iI/AAAAAAAADDA/GemfONeeEIA/s400/IMG_6221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456114933230137890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDodP4F2I/AAAAAAAADDI/6_rlqRE22wA/s1600/IMG_6222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDodP4F2I/AAAAAAAADDI/6_rlqRE22wA/s400/IMG_6222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456114942140225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how she pulled it up to walk up the stairs.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gFY1Ao1TI/AAAAAAAADD4/ruX25I4-aiM/s1600/IMG_6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gFY1Ao1TI/AAAAAAAADD4/ruX25I4-aiM/s400/IMG_6252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456116872664110386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't leave out the shoes!!!  After a somewhat long battle over EG insisting to wear her pink plastic "clip clops" with her Easter dress, she finally gave in and wore her sandals saying, "Jesus will be so happy!"  Yes, sweetheart, He will be so happy, and so will I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is risen!!!&lt;br /&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/1760284705417192775-8868815855838391459?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8868815855838391459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8868815855838391459' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8868815855838391459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8868815855838391459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S7gDoyVqC3I/AAAAAAAADDQ/6oleQRSHnIQ/s72-c/IMG_6236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3229080140767027494</id><published>2010-03-14T08:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:26:18.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Evan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Evan is 8 years old today!  To say I can't believe how fast time has gone is an understatement.  It seems like he was just this little yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S5z-SJnpFnI/AAAAAAAADCg/IoHhYbZDbVk/s1600-h/2+yrs..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S5z-SJnpFnI/AAAAAAAADCg/IoHhYbZDbVk/s400/2+yrs..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448509236984747634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;age 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now he is a big guy that is on the go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S5z_sg7ICbI/AAAAAAAADCw/fFrJcQo0-9Y/s1600-h/LES_9874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S5z_sg7ICbI/AAAAAAAADCw/fFrJcQo0-9Y/s400/LES_9874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448510789428709810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a mix of emotions today.  I'm so happy and proud, but I'm also sad at how fast time has gone by.  Hopefully when Derek gets home from drill, we can salvage the rest of the evening and go do something really fun to celebrate.  Until then, I'll be giving him lots of hugs and kisses.  Happy Birthday my sweet, precious, beautiful boy!!!  Mommy loves you SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-3229080140767027494?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3229080140767027494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3229080140767027494' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3229080140767027494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3229080140767027494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-evan.html' title='Happy Birthday, Evan!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S5z-SJnpFnI/AAAAAAAADCg/IoHhYbZDbVk/s72-c/2+yrs..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8045110552950690569</id><published>2010-03-02T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:26:51.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always been a fan of kindness.  You know that saying, "Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."  I have no idea who said this, but I think it is so true.  I try to be extra sweet when I'm checking out at the grocery store or Target or in the drive thru.  You just never know what someone might be going through and how just a kind word can make a big difference in a person's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been on the receiving end of a lot of kindness lately.  You see, Evan is in a classroom that is specific for children with autism.  His teachers are one of a kind, loving, fantastic, amazing teachers.  I will be forever grateful for them for making Evan's future brighter.  He is in this classroom most of the day, but lately he has been pulled out some to go to a typical classroom.  The idea is to "HOPEFULLY" after next year, have him integrated into a mainstream classroom for most of the school day.  I can't tell you how proud I am of Evan.  He is working so hard.  It is HUGE that he is able to leave his class of six students and go to a class of 20+ students, participate a little and do some work.  HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week the school had "Faculty Follies," which was a fund raiser and the teachers put on a show.  It was SO cute!  Derek and I were sitting in the cafeteria and one of Evan's teachers brought over the teacher Evan is with when he is in the mainstream classroom.  She is just precious.  She went on and on about how much she loves Evan and how sweet he is and how he is working hard.  With tears in my eyes, I thanked her for helping him learn and for loving him (which is equally or more important than the learning part to me) . She said something that I'll never forget.  She said, "You know, this could be my grandchild one day or someone in my family, and I would hope someone would do the same for me."  Wow!  I wish everyone on the face of the planet felt that way!  She also told me there was a little boy in her class named Payton that asked if he could play with Evan that day.  He told Mrs. H, "I think Evan could be my good friend."  Ok, I'm a bawling mess at this point!  I have prayed for this for Evan.  I have prayed there will be children that will take him under their wing, that will be helpers to him, and there is little Payton.  After playing with Evan that day, Payton took Evan by the hand and walked him back to his classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am incredibly thankful for the kindness of Mrs. H and little, precious Payton.  My heart is full (and I continue to bawl my eyes out...ha)!  Kindness makes a difference.  It does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8045110552950690569?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8045110552950690569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8045110552950690569' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8045110552950690569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8045110552950690569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1640884368769889228</id><published>2010-02-05T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:02:14.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love lunch dates!  It's such a great way to catch up with friends.  I had lunch with my sweet friend, Kandi, today.  I'm so lucky to have such wonderful friends like her.  She inspires me so much.  She is getting ready to go on a mission trip, so please pray for her.  I wish I would have taken a picture of us today, but I was too busy just visiting and completely forgot.  (Hey, Kandi, "I gots books!"  LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2zPdB-vslI/AAAAAAAADCI/p3bZ6rsLnSs/s1600-h/Blog+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2zPdB-vslI/AAAAAAAADCI/p3bZ6rsLnSs/s400/Blog+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434946947984110162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that Derek and Ella Grace had their very first lunch date today.  It is the first time that just the two of them have gone to lunch without me or Evan.  Since I was at lunch with Kandi and Evan was at school, they made a date of it and went to Chuck E. Cheese.  I love that this was completely Derek's idea to take her and how excited she was when he told her where they were going.  They played games and ate pizza.  Derek said several times while they were there she would stop and say, "Daddy, thank you for bringing me here.  I'm having so much fun."  =)  She couldn't wait to tell me all about it when I got home.  So sweet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2zPd1zMSwI/AAAAAAAADCY/WRH1wkE5CUs/s1600-h/Blog+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2zPd1zMSwI/AAAAAAAADCY/WRH1wkE5CUs/s400/Blog+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434946961894296322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1640884368769889228?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1640884368769889228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1640884368769889228' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1640884368769889228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1640884368769889228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/l-o-v-e-day-5.html' title='L-O-V-E Day 5'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2zPdB-vslI/AAAAAAAADCI/p3bZ6rsLnSs/s72-c/Blog+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1670917937738154517</id><published>2010-02-04T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:55:10.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOOOOOVE a man in uniform...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; when it's my man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tAtBhVADI/AAAAAAAADCA/cQP60Pecn1o/s1600-h/Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tAtBhVADI/AAAAAAAADCA/cQP60Pecn1o/s400/Daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434508517599150130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lookin' hot (and not because he is in the 120 degree heat of the Iraqi dessert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tAEWzUnsI/AAAAAAAADB4/ZFxJ8k4HWM0/s1600-h/Cer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tAEWzUnsI/AAAAAAAADB4/ZFxJ8k4HWM0/s400/Cer4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507818937130690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting an award from Gov. Beebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; when he comes home after doing heroic things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tADyi-6QI/AAAAAAAADBw/i2SiCapytYg/s1600-h/Hoist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tADyi-6QI/AAAAAAAADBw/i2SiCapytYg/s400/Hoist2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507809204922626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rescuing folks off rooftops after Hurricane Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; when that man is in uniform and holding our babies.  It's a delicious sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tADKXnm7I/AAAAAAAADBg/54x-THCbTgI/s1600-h/IMG_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tADKXnm7I/AAAAAAAADBg/54x-THCbTgI/s400/IMG_2598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507798419839922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tACsIFvYI/AAAAAAAADBY/UaXhie4_8E0/s1600-h/19+Months2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tACsIFvYI/AAAAAAAADBY/UaXhie4_8E0/s400/19+Months2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507790301642114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE Derek aka DerBear aka Boyfriend!!!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1670917937738154517?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1670917937738154517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1670917937738154517' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1670917937738154517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1670917937738154517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/l-o-v-e-day-4.html' title='L-O-V-E Day 4'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2tAtBhVADI/AAAAAAAADCA/cQP60Pecn1o/s72-c/Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7368988597367786470</id><published>2010-02-03T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:31:43.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNGaBwyrI/AAAAAAAADBA/OLxTT8Qzcpg/s1600-h/LES_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNGaBwyrI/AAAAAAAADBA/OLxTT8Qzcpg/s400/LES_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434240672837192370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first few days, my love posts will be quite obvious!  I sure love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For today, I want to write about Ella Grace.  I LOVE Ella Grace so much!  I love her big brown eyes.  I love that she is the perfect blend of sweet, shy and sass.  I love that she is nurturing and tries to mother Evan and children in her class.  I love that she can get a little crazy (see above picture).  I love her sense of style.  I love things she says, like "Momma, I just love you,"  "Momma, I love you all the time," "Momma, you're my best friend ever."  I love that she wants to look pretty and thinks sparkly shoes are definitely the way to go.  I love her imagination.  I love that she loves to help.  I love that she thinks getting her toenails painted is the biggest treat ever!  I love that she is a trooper and goes to all of Evan's therapy appointments without ever complaining.  I love that she thinks her Daddy is IT.  As far as I'm concerned, this child is an angel on earth.  I am one blessed Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNFn9Dm2I/AAAAAAAADA4/r0OcE-SkUnA/s1600-h/LES_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNFn9Dm2I/AAAAAAAADA4/r0OcE-SkUnA/s400/LES_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434240659395681122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNG04fi2I/AAAAAAAADBI/89GQqLQGkj0/s1600-h/LES_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNG04fi2I/AAAAAAAADBI/89GQqLQGkj0/s400/LES_0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434240680046070626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNFPd39jI/AAAAAAAADAw/Ck4c-g_hJdk/s1600-h/LES_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNFPd39jI/AAAAAAAADAw/Ck4c-g_hJdk/s400/LES_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434240652822443570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNHc9YKtI/AAAAAAAADBQ/Jr-rSquoPhc/s1600-h/LES_9854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNHc9YKtI/AAAAAAAADBQ/Jr-rSquoPhc/s400/LES_9854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434240690803976914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7368988597367786470?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7368988597367786470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7368988597367786470' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7368988597367786470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7368988597367786470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/l-o-v-e-day-3.html' title='L-O-V-E Day 3'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2pNGaBwyrI/AAAAAAAADBA/OLxTT8Qzcpg/s72-c/LES_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3084611160556733970</id><published>2010-02-02T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:42:40.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://raisingfutureesthers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deidre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is doing a months worth of posts in February dedicated to things she loves.   What a fantastic idea!!!  She invited us to play along, so I am going to do my best to post each day this month about things I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday (even though I didn't know I was playing yet), I wrote about how I love Spring/Summer (and clean closets).  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2js-kWlj3I/AAAAAAAADAY/WQPK3B5jOEM/s1600-h/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2js-kWlj3I/AAAAAAAADAY/WQPK3B5jOEM/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433853510076960626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I want to say, I LOVE THIS BOY of mine!  I love that today he celebrated 100 days of school today.  I love that he is now being able to attend a regular classroom for a  little bit of the day (a HUGE accomplishment).  I love that he is such a hard worker and is such a trooper as we cart off to therapy EVERY. SINGLE. DAY after school.  I love that he plays HARD, that he loves to jump on the trampoline, that he loves to swim, and is amazing on the computer.  I LOVE his adorable personality and hilarious sense of humor (that little man of mine is FUNNY).  I love his snaggle toothed grin he is sporting these days.  I love that he (a little man of few words) constantly tells me to "Tickle my pits!"  Ha!  He loves to be tickled and I'm happy to oblige!  I love that he encourages his sister to "share."  I love his hugs and kisses.  I love his soft little hands.  I love how he tells his teachers every afternoon, "See you tomornin'! (a perfect combination of tomorrow and morning...I personally think this should be added to the dictionary).  I could go on for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE EVAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2juc0D-vdI/AAAAAAAADAo/U7CT4Fq-LJU/s1600-h/Evan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2juc0D-vdI/AAAAAAAADAo/U7CT4Fq-LJU/s400/Evan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433855129201589714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you, Lord, for this precious child you have entrusted to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-3084611160556733970?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3084611160556733970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3084611160556733970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3084611160556733970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3084611160556733970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2js-kWlj3I/AAAAAAAADAY/WQPK3B5jOEM/s72-c/IMG_2926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-5853137444237129987</id><published>2010-02-01T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:19:08.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man, I am in a cleaning mood!  I am SO ready for Spring.  I think that is behind my efforts.  I am ready to get things cleaned O U T! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started with a certain little princess' room last week.  Her closet was a wreck!  I guess that's what happens when you are trying to find your perfect pair of sparkly shoes.  Can't believe I'm showing it, but here it is.  Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef5mBcBXI/AAAAAAAAC_A/_mFehqmWjK4/s1600-h/Blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef5mBcBXI/AAAAAAAAC_A/_mFehqmWjK4/s400/Blog+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487287253730674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It literally took me hours on a Saturday to straighten it.    Derek was sweet to keep the kidlets  entertained while I organized.  It seems like a lot of my children's toys have a lot of pieces to them. As I straightened, I organized and bagged up all the pieces and put them with the appropriate toy.  It was a job!   I'm trying to stay on top of it, so it's not so bad to clean in the future.  It's hard though.  She is a busy girl.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef52u62NI/AAAAAAAAC_I/q1tqfzL_Ktk/s1600-h/Blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef52u62NI/AAAAAAAAC_I/q1tqfzL_Ktk/s400/Blog+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487291739461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, we have organized chaos.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef6DidjcI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/6xj2Xa2KSxQ/s1600-h/Blog+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef6DidjcI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/6xj2Xa2KSxQ/s400/Blog+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487295176871362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace actually does try to help, but her idea of picking up her toys is to take them to the doorway of her room or to the corner of the living room.  She's getting better though.  She cleaned up our "picnic" without even being asked this weekend.  =)  It hasn't happened since, but it HAS happened, so I have hope.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ehbcBJvaI/AAAAAAAAC_g/M-h4BA5LNmY/s1600-h/Blog+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ehbcBJvaI/AAAAAAAAC_g/M-h4BA5LNmY/s400/Blog+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433488968195358114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's trying.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I know for certain about this girl of mine is that she is going to be an excellent mother!  She takes such good care of her babies.  After I drop her off at school, I usually always find them around the house covered and tucked in their beds with a friend or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef6RvCEyI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/2zJmro1r25w/s1600-h/Blog+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef6RvCEyI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/2zJmro1r25w/s400/Blog+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487298987692834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hannah" in the ever important "bunny rabbit blanket"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ehbiRGW8I/AAAAAAAAC_o/kxKG2WKUfw4/s1600-h/Blog+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ehbiRGW8I/AAAAAAAAC_o/kxKG2WKUfw4/s400/Blog+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433488969872858050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Abby" (EG's very first baby and probably her favorite) with "Hydrant" taking a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so stinkin' ready for SPRING.  I am excited about Spring clothes, sunshine, warmer days, and longer days.  Every time we go out in the backyard, I just get more excited that this will be the first complete season we will be able to enjoy the swimming pool.  All this ice around it just seems WRONG!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ehccOtTXI/AAAAAAAADAA/7G-s_u1ZhyA/s1600-h/Blog+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ehccOtTXI/AAAAAAAADAA/7G-s_u1ZhyA/s400/Blog+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433488985432083826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am also really looking into getting plantation shutters for the house.  We have some sun that sets right into our living room that really makes it hot in there in the summer.  We have to do something about it because I don't want all that sun to fade my furniture or my floors.  Plus, I really like the way they look.  I love the idea of opening them partially or fully.  I also think they will block the sun way better than the blinds I have now.  Several of my friends have them in their homes, and they are so pretty.  Does it make me old, that I am starting to get excited about new vacuum cleaners and shutters???  Ha!  Seriously though, any advise any of you have, let me hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2elZDeB4DI/AAAAAAAADAI/49_M_25OEaU/s1600-h/shutter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2elZDeB4DI/AAAAAAAADAI/49_M_25OEaU/s400/shutter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433493325292363826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2elZhnxJ6I/AAAAAAAADAQ/UbAqsCC3mhA/s1600-h/shutter2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2elZhnxJ6I/AAAAAAAADAQ/UbAqsCC3mhA/s400/shutter2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433493333386274722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow is Evan's 100th day of school.  I can't believe the school  year is halfway over.  What a blessing this year has been.  Evan has some amazing teachers that we have been privileged to have work with Evan for 100 days!  I'll try to get a picture of him in his 100 Days t-shirt tomorrow.  =)&lt;br /&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/1760284705417192775-5853137444237129987?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5853137444237129987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=5853137444237129987' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5853137444237129987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5853137444237129987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/cleaning-mood.html' title='Cleaning Mood'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2ef5mBcBXI/AAAAAAAAC_A/_mFehqmWjK4/s72-c/Blog+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1566994130330708142</id><published>2010-01-29T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:55:30.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow (well, it's white)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2Nyh08t_-I/AAAAAAAAC-I/mUiKlaa5DiY/s1600-h/IMG_6047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2Nyh08t_-I/AAAAAAAAC-I/mUiKlaa5DiY/s400/IMG_6047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432311501013516258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little snow bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to be happy about the snow that is coming down.  Well, it's really a snow, sleet, rain mix, but it is white anyway.  Derek is stuck at the Dallas airport.  He is trying to get home but his flight has been canceled.  The Little Rock airport has been closed for most of the day and the weather is only getting worse.  I don't expect him to make it home until tomorrow.  =(  We are ready for him to be home.  He has been out of town all week, and it's been a long week.  It's not as fun being snowed in without him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyhaM8AXI/AAAAAAAAC-A/YG-L8D5HE3Q/s1600-h/IMG_6045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyhaM8AXI/AAAAAAAAC-A/YG-L8D5HE3Q/s400/IMG_6045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432311493833785714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this little coat.  I found it at Dillard's this week on sale big time.  Love me a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kidlets and I have been prepared to be snowed in.  I made chili for the kidlets, taco soup for me, and brownies for all of us yesterday.  We have had fun staying in our lounge wear, playing and munching.  Ella Grace and I did get out for a little while to play in the snow (I think it was mainly sleet) this afternoon.  We didn't stay long because she has a cold.  She had a ball though!  Evan decided not to join us, so we brought snow inside to him.  =)  He liked touching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyhJXdMwI/AAAAAAAAC94/T7_2pKXeXhc/s1600-h/IMG_6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyhJXdMwI/AAAAAAAAC94/T7_2pKXeXhc/s400/IMG_6044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432311489314501378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyieHfW5I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/YWqYaUg9uAM/s1600-h/IMG_6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyieHfW5I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/YWqYaUg9uAM/s400/IMG_6048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432311512064547730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Skating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyiphtvNI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/f2p0llluv4E/s1600-h/IMG_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2NyiphtvNI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/f2p0llluv4E/s400/IMG_6050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432311515127332050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2N0wnd7hPI/AAAAAAAAC-g/uBTmxafJxXY/s1600-h/IMG_6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2N0wnd7hPI/AAAAAAAAC-g/uBTmxafJxXY/s400/IMG_6055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432313954116011250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extremely proud of herself here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2N0xJOfY-I/AAAAAAAAC-o/eTuHN3Q1iqU/s1600-h/IMG_6058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2N0xJOfY-I/AAAAAAAAC-o/eTuHN3Q1iqU/s400/IMG_6058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432313963178058722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting brother in on the action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2N0xfYnv9I/AAAAAAAAC-w/f4-2kDu7XHw/s1600-h/IMG_6059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2N0xfYnv9I/AAAAAAAAC-w/f4-2kDu7XHw/s400/IMG_6059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432313969126129618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now this was cheap entertainment.  This kept her busy for a while (until it melted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully my other half will be home tomorrow.  I wanna like the snow, but I would have been happy had it held off until after Derek made it home.  The weather also messed up my plans of meeting &lt;a href="http://thehortonfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.  She is a blogger friend (and another Horton but we are not related) that was going to be in my area.  =(  I was really looking forward to meeting her.  Maybe we will get to do it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are staying warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1566994130330708142?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1566994130330708142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1566994130330708142' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1566994130330708142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1566994130330708142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-well-its-white.html' title='Snow (well, it&apos;s white)'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S2Nyh08t_-I/AAAAAAAAC-I/mUiKlaa5DiY/s72-c/IMG_6047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3458140163166940021</id><published>2010-01-17T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:53:31.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Bound to Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I spent the day with my beautiful niece, Sarah, celebrating her birthday.  We spent the day with my mom, sister, nephew, and Ella Grace shopping, eating at the Purple Cow, and going to the Jump Zone (where Evan and Derek joined us).  It was a fun day!  I can't believe Sarah is nine.  It seems like yesterday that we greeted my sister and brother-in-law at the airport as they brought that sweet baby home from China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwJoYEsvI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Mc4wLyC7z8U/s1600-h/IMG_3226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwJoYEsvI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Mc4wLyC7z8U/s400/IMG_3226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427734917926925042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace (wearing LOTS of bubble gum lip gloss), Stone and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwJ83gmeI/AAAAAAAAC8w/2Pq_HGAxvPk/s1600-h/IMG_3228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwJ83gmeI/AAAAAAAAC8w/2Pq_HGAxvPk/s400/IMG_3228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427734923427486178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah enjoying her birthday ice cream sundae at the Purple Cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what was it that was "bound to happen?"  Well, every Sunday, Ella Grace enjoys helping me clip coupons (or "tickets" as she calls them).  I was right there with her and she proudly announces, "Momma, I cut my hair all by myself!"  I gasp, "What did you say?"  Her facial expression immediately changes as she answers, "I didn't say anything."  Ha!  She indeed had cut her hair all by herself.  It's amazing to me that children's scissors can cut hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwKlzIIEI/AAAAAAAAC9A/jlWeRhp0bX0/s1600-h/IMG_3234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwKlzIIEI/AAAAAAAAC9A/jlWeRhp0bX0/s400/IMG_3234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427734934414958658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, there is still hair on top of the chunk she cut so I should be able to cover it good until it grows out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwKUfnNQI/AAAAAAAAC84/eKdsvi2DzWw/s1600-h/IMG_3232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwKUfnNQI/AAAAAAAAC84/eKdsvi2DzWw/s400/IMG_3232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427734929769706754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What she looked like when she realized what she had done.  She was BAWLING (see the tears and runny nose)!  Through tears she whined, "Now, it is short like Daddy's," not meaning it as a compliment.  Derek was like, "Hey, what's wrong with my hair?"  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwLIpgHCI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Bwcq4yWLlNU/s1600-h/IMG_3235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwLIpgHCI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Bwcq4yWLlNU/s400/IMG_3235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427734943769828386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is with the damage!&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, I hear her telling Derek, "Daddy, I'm sad that I cut my hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess all children try to cut their own hair.  Although Evan never has liked cutting enough to even consider cutting his own hair.  I really think she is remorseful.  Maybe she won't do it again???  I hope she learned her lesson.  It really could have been so much worse.    Plus, it was bound to happen.  Every time I have gotten the scissors out for us to work on her cutting, the thought has crossed my mind that I knew she would try it one day.  It's kind of funny now!   Whew!  This girl keeps me on my toes (and I sure LOVE it)!&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/1760284705417192775-3458140163166940021?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3458140163166940021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3458140163166940021' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3458140163166940021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3458140163166940021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-bound-to-happen.html' title='It was Bound to Happen'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S1MwJoYEsvI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Mc4wLyC7z8U/s72-c/IMG_3226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8370373171467228029</id><published>2010-01-13T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:20:30.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S05-gp3OTII/AAAAAAAAC8g/6JiXarzvOP4/s1600-h/LES_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S05-gp3OTII/AAAAAAAAC8g/6JiXarzvOP4/s400/LES_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426413700486417538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, as I was lying on Ella Grace's bed with her until she fell asleep, I saw her little hands go up by her face to say her prayers (unprompted) and heard her sweet little voice (she has the littlest voice) say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Jesus, thank you for this day and thank you for my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always thought I was creating a bad habit laying down with her every night, but  had I  made her go to bed all by herself, I would have missed that sweet little prayer!  Seems like we are creating a good habit!  =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just another thing, we were looking at a story book about Jesus,  and she said, "Where's Jasmine?"  It took me a minute, and I said, "Oh, that's the Wisemen, not Jasmine!"  LOL!  Such sweet, sweet times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8370373171467228029?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8370373171467228029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8370373171467228029' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8370373171467228029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8370373171467228029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S05-gp3OTII/AAAAAAAAC8g/6JiXarzvOP4/s72-c/LES_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-6206529459122603450</id><published>2010-01-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:10:51.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRnZBVKZI/AAAAAAAAC8I/20bIPCHH_4c/s1600-h/Recommendation+Letters+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRnZBVKZI/AAAAAAAAC8I/20bIPCHH_4c/s400/Recommendation+Letters+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424816225829333394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRmhG6H1I/AAAAAAAAC74/SL9r9BjCheY/s1600-h/Recommendation+Letters+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRmhG6H1I/AAAAAAAAC74/SL9r9BjCheY/s400/Recommendation+Letters+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424816210820341586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Christmas kidlets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it has been a while.  We had a fabulous Christmas and vacation.  We were at home together for two whole weeks, and I can honestly say we had the best time and never got tired of each other.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace got her grocery cart and was SO excited!  She loved EVERYTHING about Christmas, and it was so fun to experience it through her eyes.  She cried when we took down the Christmas tree.  =(  On Christmas Day, we told her it was Jesus' birthday, and she said with a gasp, "Are we going to see him?"  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRlwJsOAI/AAAAAAAAC7o/xNEBqVQwdZA/s1600-h/Recommendation+Letters+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRlwJsOAI/AAAAAAAAC7o/xNEBqVQwdZA/s400/Recommendation+Letters+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424816197678675970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ella Grace on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan loved having a break from school and played so hard every single day.  We weren't on any schedule for two weeks, so he stayed up late and went to bed early.  He loved it!  His favorite Christmas song to sing was "Jingle Bells" and we sang it A LOT!  I think his favorite toy he got was a Gumby and Pokey.  I don't know if you remember those.  They were even before my time, but he loves them!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRmPrJJMI/AAAAAAAAC7w/XpEsvLZ52_Q/s1600-h/Recommendation+Letters+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRmPrJJMI/AAAAAAAAC7w/XpEsvLZ52_Q/s400/Recommendation+Letters+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424816206140482754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek and Evan on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jSl7Q-3mI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/n8Nb4uDtRQ8/s1600-h/Recommendation+Letters+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jSl7Q-3mI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/n8Nb4uDtRQ8/s400/Recommendation+Letters+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424817300173676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My party boy all crashed out with his Nerf swords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day after Christmas was my birthday.  I turned 37, and I never thought I would be happy to be 37!  However, for most of December I had somehow convinced myself I was turned 38 until Derek was like, "No you're not.  You are going to be 37!"  Thank you, Jesus!  I just gained a year.  Ha!  My favorite birthday gift was this card I got from Derek and the kids.  It wasn't just the pretty card or carefully scribbled names on the inside, but it was one of those recordable cards that play music.  When I opened it, I hear my son, my 7-year-old son who has autism that has had such a hard time talking say so loudly, "Happy Birthday!"  Now, Evan has been able to say Happy Birthday for years, but for some reason hearing him say it on MY birthday on MY birthday card made me want to cry!  It made me realize just how far we've come, and how happy I am to be 37 and hearing my son tell me Happy Birthday and not back to the 31-year-old mom that was crippled by the diagnosis my precious little boy had received and worrying if he would ever utter one word!  It's just the best gift I have ever been given.  Happy Birthday to me indeed!  Oh, and yesterday he asked me his very first question in 7 years!  He was looking for a car and asked, "Where is the car?"  I thought I could just fly to the moon!  What an amazing boy he is!  This was/is HUGE!  Oh, how thankful I am for every word! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jSmcLrFCI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/FEG52NpYcMU/s1600-h/Recommendation+Letters+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jSmcLrFCI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/FEG52NpYcMU/s400/Recommendation+Letters+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424817309009777698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I mention, Evan asked me a question??? A QUESTION!!!  What a great start to a new year!  I have so much hope for the future!!!&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/1760284705417192775-6206529459122603450?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6206529459122603450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=6206529459122603450' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6206529459122603450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6206529459122603450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/S0jRnZBVKZI/AAAAAAAAC8I/20bIPCHH_4c/s72-c/Recommendation+Letters+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7543806790564315214</id><published>2009-12-16T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:07:10.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was some time around September that Derek looked at me with a distressed face, "I'm just thinking about trying to get that picture for the Christmas card."  You see, taking a picture of my sweet little kidlets for a Christmas card is NO easy task.  One is either not looking at the camera, not smiling or crying.  By the time it is all over, I am a sweaty mess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Evan was at A-Camp, there was the sweetest photographer that came out to take pictures of the kiddos for memory books.  Her name is Lori Sparkman, and she did this all out of the goodness of her heart and the pictures were awesome!  I ran into her several weeks ago and asked if she would be willing to take pictures of our motley crew.  She said she would would happy to and even came to our house!  This was such a blessing because the last time we tried to take pictures outdoors, Evan ran for the hills seriously and literally.  So, the thought of her coming to our home just seemed like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My intention was a cute picture of Evan and Ella Grace in front of the tree.  I told her she would perform a Christmas miracle if she could get a family picture of all of us smiling and looking at the camera.  Well, she is a miracle maker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykSY47MgVI/AAAAAAAAC6g/xcMk3pINa7Q/s1600-h/hortoncmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykSY47MgVI/AAAAAAAAC6g/xcMk3pINa7Q/s400/hortoncmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880245696561490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so excited to have a picture of all four of us actually smiling AT THE SAME TIME and looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more she took that I really like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykTPJfX_MI/AAAAAAAAC7g/pqwoUHzB9S8/s1600-h/12162_1277240925554_1065904519_870708_1186434_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykTPJfX_MI/AAAAAAAAC7g/pqwoUHzB9S8/s400/12162_1277240925554_1065904519_870708_1186434_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415881177856212162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykTOjRsBTI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/DVBlLDfOLWY/s1600-h/12162_1277240765550_1065904519_870704_7256126_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykTOjRsBTI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/DVBlLDfOLWY/s400/12162_1277240765550_1065904519_870704_7256126_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415881167598257458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykTOwKlYoI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/epQ_5Hl3n5Y/s1600-h/12162_1277240885553_1065904519_870707_199963_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykTOwKlYoI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/epQ_5Hl3n5Y/s400/12162_1277240885553_1065904519_870707_199963_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415881171058123394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS_mYKpOI/AAAAAAAAC7I/hMPe99DMMmo/s1600-h/12162_1277240725549_1065904519_870703_78670_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS_mYKpOI/AAAAAAAAC7I/hMPe99DMMmo/s400/12162_1277240725549_1065904519_870703_78670_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880910732698850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS_fYE-aI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Qhwt2jE59aU/s1600-h/12162_1277240645547_1065904519_870701_7154589_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS_fYE-aI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Qhwt2jE59aU/s400/12162_1277240645547_1065904519_870701_7154589_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880908853279138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS-tGYEAI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yeqINbWyFO4/s1600-h/12162_1277240285538_1065904519_870693_2858807_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS-tGYEAI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yeqINbWyFO4/s400/12162_1277240285538_1065904519_870693_2858807_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880895357259778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS-_jgifI/AAAAAAAAC6w/l_d5UNb2R7k/s1600-h/12162_1277240405541_1065904519_870696_2061847_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS-_jgifI/AAAAAAAAC6w/l_d5UNb2R7k/s400/12162_1277240405541_1065904519_870696_2061847_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880900311288306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS_EJ6ACI/AAAAAAAAC64/L0mQ9ybswPc/s1600-h/12162_1277240445542_1065904519_870697_1715108_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykS_EJ6ACI/AAAAAAAAC64/L0mQ9ybswPc/s400/12162_1277240445542_1065904519_870697_1715108_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880901546082338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7543806790564315214?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7543806790564315214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7543806790564315214' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7543806790564315214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7543806790564315214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SykSY47MgVI/AAAAAAAAC6g/xcMk3pINa7Q/s72-c/hortoncmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8902700075693658151</id><published>2009-12-13T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:01:18.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy &amp; Me Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a ball this afternoon at Ella Grace's Christmas party through our Mommy &amp;amp; Me group.  It is sad to me that Evan is too old for that!  It just doesn't seem right!  He had fun hanging our here with Daddy though.  I don't think he even missed us!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Grace chose to make an ornament and then color a candy cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvPFqmXuI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/0JqLlO9ys8c/s1600-h/IMG_5863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvPFqmXuI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/0JqLlO9ys8c/s400/IMG_5863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856431992463074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Claus read stories while we waited for Santa.  Evidently, Santa got lost on his way to the Community Center.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Claus also handed out all the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvPqDbJFI/AAAAAAAAC5g/EOONsbEVP-4/s1600-h/IMG_5867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvPqDbJFI/AAAAAAAAC5g/EOONsbEVP-4/s400/IMG_5867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856441760261202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvP1F8WWI/AAAAAAAAC5o/1Hw3NkqClvE/s1600-h/IMG_5868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvP1F8WWI/AAAAAAAAC5o/1Hw3NkqClvE/s400/IMG_5868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856444723616098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How sweet is this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so proud of her Cinderella book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvQFkNx3I/AAAAAAAAC5w/26Y1nMRYkvE/s1600-h/IMG_5869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvQFkNx3I/AAAAAAAAC5w/26Y1nMRYkvE/s400/IMG_5869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856449145554802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, it was time for the big event...to meet Santa and tell him what she wanted for Christmas.  Soooo exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxBUR7meI/AAAAAAAAC54/jKUK0efYbTY/s1600-h/IMG_5870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxBUR7meI/AAAAAAAAC54/jKUK0efYbTY/s400/IMG_5870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414858394420615650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so sure about it just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxCLfR3xI/AAAAAAAAC6I/9G5959fIlBo/s1600-h/IMG_5872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxCLfR3xI/AAAAAAAAC6I/9G5959fIlBo/s400/IMG_5872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414858409240551186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He called her "Brown Eyes" and she told him she wanted a "grocery cart."  Soooo sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxB2UqxnI/AAAAAAAAC6A/UACIK6Pp06g/s1600-h/IMG_5871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxB2UqxnI/AAAAAAAAC6A/UACIK6Pp06g/s400/IMG_5871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414858403558901362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxCis_KQI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/QXC52NyD3Qw/s1600-h/IMG_5873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVxCis_KQI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/QXC52NyD3Qw/s400/IMG_5873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414858415472060674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8902700075693658151?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8902700075693658151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8902700075693658151' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8902700075693658151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8902700075693658151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/mommy-me-christmas-party.html' title='Mommy &amp; Me Christmas Party'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyVvPFqmXuI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/0JqLlO9ys8c/s72-c/IMG_5863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1942742635713786674</id><published>2009-12-12T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:08:04.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies &amp; Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyPnq-jBwEI/AAAAAAAAC5A/CHm9IRCKZ4I/s1600-h/IMG_5850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyPnq-jBwEI/AAAAAAAAC5A/CHm9IRCKZ4I/s400/IMG_5850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414425902559903810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw where Kelly was doing "Christmas Cookies and Treats" this week on Show Us Your Life.  I'm a little late, but I wanted to share one of my favorite treats to make around Christmas.  I had a party last night for my high school girlfriends and made "Turtle Bars."  This is a recipe I got from sister and it is SOOOO good and SOOOO easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 C Butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 oz. Semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 C Chopped pecan pieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 (12 1/4 oz.) Caramel (I use the ice cream topping in a jar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Package Vanilla Wafers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Melt butter.  Crush wafers and stir in butter.  Press mixture into bottom of 9x13 baking dish.  Sprinkle with chocolate chips.  Then, sprinkle pecans.  Drizzle caramel over the top.  Bake at 350 for 10 minutes (I usually bake a little longer 12-15 minutes).  Let stand and then cut into bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyPnqUS37nI/AAAAAAAAC44/zZMX4fq0EWs/s1600-h/IMG_5847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyPnqUS37nI/AAAAAAAAC44/zZMX4fq0EWs/s400/IMG_5847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414425891217862258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you enjoy ooey, gooey, chocolate, and caramel, then this is the treat for you.  It is SOOOO good and one of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made some Creamy Cheddar Cheese Soup by Paula Deen last night, and it also turned out really good.  Talk about major comfort food!  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyPpEUMse1I/AAAAAAAAC5I/Qw_WEP9DHmo/s1600-h/IMG_5845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyPpEUMse1I/AAAAAAAAC5I/Qw_WEP9DHmo/s400/IMG_5845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414427437380172626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 small onion, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 large pimentos, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 tablespoons butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 1/2 cups chicken stock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 1/2 cups cream &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3/4 cup grated sharp Cheddar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 cup green onions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Salt and black pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Dash cayenne pepper, optional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Suggested Serving: your favorite bread or croutons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;!--concordance-end--&gt;      &lt;p class="instructions"&gt; In a saucepan, saute onion and pimentos in butter for 5 to 7 minutes. Blend in flour. Add stock and cream. Cook until thick. Add cheese and stir until melted. Add 1/4 cup green onions, salt and pepper, to taste, and cayenne if desired. Garnish with remaining green onions. &lt;/p&gt;Delish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1942742635713786674?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1942742635713786674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1942742635713786674' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1942742635713786674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1942742635713786674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies-treats.html' title='Christmas Cookies &amp; Treats'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SyPnq-jBwEI/AAAAAAAAC5A/CHm9IRCKZ4I/s72-c/IMG_5850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-320990584081078448</id><published>2009-11-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:39:37.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Derek has been off for FIVE days!  It has been so nice, and it has gone by SO fast!  We have gotten a lot done though.  Operation Christmas is in full swing.  We have our tree up, the mantle decorated and some of the outside decorating done.  Santa is almost finished with his list, too.  It has been a very productive five days.  We enjoyed Thanksgiving at my in-laws.  Hope you all had a blessed Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up on several things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kidlets got their school pictures back.  I thought they turned out cute.  Evan had to have re-takes!  The first one made me laugh, laugh, laugh.  I wish I could have kept one.  The re-takes are much better and I love that you can see his missing tooth.  It also appears he is right in the middle of saying, "Cheeeeese!"  Soooo cute!  Oh, that boy's eyes.  They melt my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKk-MWnc6I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/BgcXGakDIOc/s1600/IMG_5828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKk-MWnc6I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/BgcXGakDIOc/s400/IMG_5828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409567490800317346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The glam squad came to Ella Grace's mother's day out program.  She got her hair curled and got to wear some costumes.  They really aren't my "style," but I couldn't help myself.  I had to get them.  They turned out really cute, and she had a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKk9oaSfHI/AAAAAAAAC4I/WtLhxsfahfI/s1600/IMG_5827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKk9oaSfHI/AAAAAAAAC4I/WtLhxsfahfI/s400/IMG_5827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409567481152044146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace, age 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Derek and I went to the last Razorback game in Little Rock for the season.  We had a great time.  It's always nice when we win, so we won't even talk about this week's game.  Derek summed it up when it was over, "That's just so disappointing."  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxK-2pQBgYI/AAAAAAAAC4o/TsBiGu57jlU/s1600/DSCF1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxK-2pQBgYI/AAAAAAAAC4o/TsBiGu57jlU/s400/DSCF1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409595948420661634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My kidlets have been LOVING the Christmas "Alvin and the Chipmunks!"  I think I may have introduced them a little bit too early because the chipmunks are driving me crazy!  Ha!  There is only so much of that I can take, and they want it on CONSTANTLY in the car (and really it is the same two songs over and over)!  The day before Thanksgiving, Derek was downloading some more Chipmunks music (thanks, honey), and Ella Grace got SO excited.  She took off running down the hall and tripped.  She tried to break her fall and instead broke her right arm!  It is a tiny fracture, but we spent the evening before Thanksgiving in the ER for a splint and will have to go to the ortho doctor in the morning for probably a permanent cast.  SIGH!  I am so thankful it was not a terrible break, but I can't believe it has happened again.  When I first started blogging we were dealing with &lt;a href="http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/tiny-hot-pink-cast.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;her broken leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!  The broken arm seems to be a little better than a broken leg as far as her mobility is not as limited.  My heart is just broken.  I hate it for her, and I just pray it is better and cast-free by Christmas.  How am I going to get a big cast in all her Christmas outfits I have already bought?  SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKk-TUNmlI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/i23UAzLaU4U/s1600/IMG_5829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKk-TUNmlI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/i23UAzLaU4U/s400/IMG_5829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409567492669282898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bless her heart!  Those chipmunks are really on my bad list now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKnOuQxsrI/AAAAAAAAC4g/wLB0kGEVytU/s1600/Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKnOuQxsrI/AAAAAAAAC4g/wLB0kGEVytU/s400/Cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409569973803791026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace with her tiny pink cast when we was 13 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few of Ella's friends brought her a little something to make her feel better.  She spent the afternoon yesterday doing nails with her new nail polish set.  I think everyone around here has polished nails now...even Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxK_J0WM8tI/AAAAAAAAC4w/B_v5YLPcXfg/s1600/Ella.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxK_J0WM8tI/AAAAAAAAC4w/B_v5YLPcXfg/s400/Ella.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409596277816881874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EG's beauty shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I start back to boot camp after about three months off.  Oh, goodness.  It's going to be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-320990584081078448?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/320990584081078448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=320990584081078448' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/320990584081078448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/320990584081078448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SxKk-MWnc6I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/BgcXGakDIOc/s72-c/IMG_5828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7476076484989602580</id><published>2009-11-17T17:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:45:03.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The winner is Elainaann!  Congratulations, and I just love your name!  Thanks for playing everyone.  That was so fun.  I want to do it again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all, I'm so excited because I am doing my very first GIVEAWAY!  Nothing feels better than to give, so I'm super excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSN Stores.com contacted me and said they would love to let me pick something from their site to give to one of my readers!  Well, I was so excited about the opportunity.  I went over to their site at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.csnbaby.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.CSNbaby.com&lt;/a&gt;.  They have the cutest baby things including adorable &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.csnbaby.com/Crib-Bedding-C56349.html"&gt;crib bedding&lt;/a&gt;, lamp shades, clocks, mobiles, picture frames, and lots more. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After going through the website, I decided a toy would be perfect since Christmas is right around the corner.  I decided to look for something that my children would have loved at that age and that could go for a girl or a boy.  I decided on the Chicco Talking Farm Playset.  I know I picked a good toy when Ella Grace strolled by the computer while the picture was on the screen and exclaimed, "I wish I had one of those!"  Ha!  And, she just said it again now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SwNTvedORVI/AAAAAAAAC4A/rVuPffD2P80/s1600/playset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SwNTvedORVI/AAAAAAAAC4A/rVuPffD2P80/s400/playset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405256052869317970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, if you have a little tot in your life you think would enjoy this awesome toy or if you would like to win it to donate to an organization or your church, please leave me a comment and you will automatically be entered to win.    Feel free to advertise the drawing on your own blog if you know some people that would be interested.  I'll draw the winner on Friday, November 20th, at 6:00 p.m.  You can see all the specifics on the toy &lt;a href="http://www.csnbaby.com/Chicco-00069649000070-IB1130.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can also see the other great products CSNbaby offers by clicking the links below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnbaby.com/Nursery-Decor-C56261.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnbaby.com/Nursery-Decor-C56261.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.csnbaby.com/&lt;wbr&gt;Nursery-Decor-C56261.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnbaby.com/Mobiles-C56337.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.csnbaby.com/&lt;wbr&gt;Mobiles-C56337.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnbaby.com/Lamp-Shades-C56339.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.csnbaby.com/Lamp-&lt;wbr&gt;Shades-C56339.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yay for toys!  Yay for a giveaway!  Thanks CSNbaby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1760284705417192775-7476076484989602580?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7476076484989602580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7476076484989602580' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7476076484989602580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7476076484989602580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-very-first-giveaway.html' title='My Very First Giveaway'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SwNTvedORVI/AAAAAAAAC4A/rVuPffD2P80/s72-c/playset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8010803506939368897</id><published>2009-11-13T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:34:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Met the Pioneer Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sure all of you are familiar with the Pioneer Woman.  Her blog about life on the ranch is interesting, and she is so whitty and funny!  I also love looking at her recipes.  They always make me hungry.  I had no idea she was coming out with a cookbook until my good friend, Abby, told me.  Ree was coming to Little Rock for a book signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv1yd7kt8SI/AAAAAAAAC3I/SrS3qmkXu3w/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv1yd7kt8SI/AAAAAAAAC3I/SrS3qmkXu3w/s400/IMG_3155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403600986447933730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why in the world the book signing wasn't at a book store, I have no idea.  It was at Wal-Mart of all places.  It was funny because initially on the schedule was a, let's just say, "less preferred location."  My friend, Abby, said she actually e-mailed PW's personal e-mail letting her know that Wal-Mart was the "yucky" one.  Later, it was changed to a much better location. While standing in line, Marlboro Man was signing authographs and mingling with the crowd while we waited in line.  When Abby and I got to him, he actually said someone had written in about changing it to a better Wal-Mart.  We laughed so hard because it was Abby.  We told him she was the one that wrote in and he said we should have been moved to the front of the line (but he didn't...I sure would have taken him up on it).  LOL!  Abby got our picture with both MM and PW, so I'll post them when I get them from her.  I thought it was funny that MM autographed the picture of his rear end.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv1yeGofhnI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/d9knkHlI7qE/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv1yeGofhnI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/d9knkHlI7qE/s400/IMG_3156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403600989416556146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see blogging beauty buddies, Becky and Cortney.  I snagged these pictures from Becky.  Aren't they just the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv18IyejCuI/AAAAAAAAC3o/HFurVNaHu0U/s1600-h/Becky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv18IyejCuI/AAAAAAAAC3o/HFurVNaHu0U/s400/Becky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403611618345159394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of good recipes in the cookbook that I'm going to try, especially over the holidays.  It sure was fun to meet someone I've read so much about.  Pioneer Woman was very sweet and very beautiful.  Here is the link to her post about her &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/2009/11/excitement_in_the_wal_marts/"&gt;visit&lt;/a&gt; to my Little Rock.  I find her hilarious.  Can I just say how comforting it is to hear she wears a Spanx?  That makes me just feel better. since I am a fan of that, too.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv18JOE7SSI/AAAAAAAAC3w/s_FYvHZBOek/s1600-h/ree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv18JOE7SSI/AAAAAAAAC3w/s_FYvHZBOek/s400/ree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403611625753889058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and I were gone a little longer than I expected.  I left my cell phone in the car and Derek had been trying to check on me.  When I finally got to call him back, he joked, "I didn't think I could call the police and say, 'The last thing she told me was she was going to Wal-Mart to meet the Pioneer Woman.'  They would have thought I was crazy."  That made me laugh out loud because it does sound a little crazy.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8010803506939368897?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8010803506939368897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8010803506939368897' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8010803506939368897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8010803506939368897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-met-pioneer-woman.html' title='I Met the Pioneer Woman'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sv1yd7kt8SI/AAAAAAAAC3I/SrS3qmkXu3w/s72-c/IMG_3155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8268263999277727803</id><published>2009-11-11T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:42:19.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Veteran's Day to all the heroes out there including my amazing husband, Derek!  How blessed we are to have such brave men and women willing to go wherever to protect all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He served with the best of the best and not a day goes by that I am not incredibly thankful for he made it back home to me and our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvsykZ-P6SI/AAAAAAAAC2o/JqrBkrGdnbs/s1600-h/Iraq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvsykZ-P6SI/AAAAAAAAC2o/JqrBkrGdnbs/s400/Iraq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402967778989697314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of Derek and his unit while they were in Iraq.  Can you find Derek?  He is the hunky one (with helmet hair).  LOL!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to admit the 15 months he was gone was probably the most difficult thing we have ever been through in our entire married life.  I wish I could have been more graceful during that time, but lack of sleep with a new baby, decisions about care for Evan's autism that needed to be made and the constant worry of Derek's safety honestly about did me in.  I am proud of how brave he was through it all, even when it came to his crazy wife (seriously).  Derek is one amazing person...he is so sweet, thoughtful, nice, charming and also tough, deliberate, smart, and aggressive when he  needs to be (like war for instance).  I really think he is as close to perfect as you can get this side of heaven.  I am one lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Veteran's Day, Derek!  Love you SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just several more pictures during his time in Iraq:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Svs8fnvpidI/AAAAAAAAC2w/NpQ5AO3Pabw/s1600-h/Iraq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Svs8fnvpidI/AAAAAAAAC2w/NpQ5AO3Pabw/s400/Iraq2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402978691903490514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pilot and his aircraft - UH60 Blackhawk (medevac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Svs8fiLPoKI/AAAAAAAAC24/3cBxUtf1dyc/s1600-h/Iraq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Svs8fiLPoKI/AAAAAAAAC24/3cBxUtf1dyc/s400/Iraq3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402978690408620194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of his patients.  This is an Iraqi father and his daughter.  She lost her leg in an explosion.  Most patients they would not or could not take pictures of.  Derek saw some terrible things.  =(  His mission was a good one though.  He helped A LOT of people get to medical treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Svs8fybdQ5I/AAAAAAAAC3A/-bQoTlZ4jWU/s1600-h/Iraq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Svs8fybdQ5I/AAAAAAAAC3A/-bQoTlZ4jWU/s400/Iraq4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402978694771590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His aircraft in an amazing sunset&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/1760284705417192775-8268263999277727803?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8268263999277727803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8268263999277727803' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8268263999277727803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8268263999277727803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvsykZ-P6SI/AAAAAAAAC2o/JqrBkrGdnbs/s72-c/Iraq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-4523560605991736607</id><published>2009-11-04T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:26:06.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had the best time trick-or-treating with the kidlets. Ella Grace was large and in charge leading the way! They would both start saying, "trick or treat" before anyone even made it to open the door. It was so funny. Here they are in their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4SB_1z1I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/ntPoU1WAfZE/s1600-h/MDO+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4SB_1z1I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/ntPoU1WAfZE/s400/MDO+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300048107294546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Indiana Jones (or Mr. Jones as EG calls him) and Minnie Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4SO9KEqI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Gdht_MlaEYI/s1600-h/MDO+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4SO9KEqI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Gdht_MlaEYI/s400/MDO+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300051585700514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harrison Ford has nothing on this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4RxPQIrI/AAAAAAAAC2I/USICW4Njtd8/s1600-h/MDO+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4RxPQIrI/AAAAAAAAC2I/USICW4Njtd8/s400/MDO+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300043608531634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was rather chilly here that night.  However, Ella Grace refused to wear anything that would cover her dress!  Her little arms were so cold!  She didn't care though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4SSR_e8I/AAAAAAAAC2g/OC5AEXjOiG4/s1600-h/MDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4SSR_e8I/AAAAAAAAC2g/OC5AEXjOiG4/s400/MDO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300052478393282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet, sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs candy when you have these two around?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just eat them up instead!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-4523560605991736607?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4523560605991736607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=4523560605991736607' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/4523560605991736607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/4523560605991736607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SvG4SB_1z1I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/ntPoU1WAfZE/s72-c/MDO+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1356514965627108959</id><published>2009-10-31T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:38:32.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>Is there anything more precious than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuyaXqh7a5I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/BlYFgAifjHY/s1600-h/MDO+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuyaXqh7a5I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/BlYFgAifjHY/s400/MDO+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859784654646162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The parents were invited to Ella Grace's school this week.  The children were going on a field trip, so we were invited to share a donut breakfast and attend the praise and worship time with our child.  Y'all, I just about bawled through the entire thing!  There is nothing more precious than seeing your child sing worship songs.  Ella Grace blew me away with how she knew all the words and the hand motions.  She was thoroughly enjoying herself.  She recited her memory verse and I couldn't help myself but to snap this picture of her while they were closing in prayer.  PRECIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuyaYGoP3VI/AAAAAAAAC1g/7kSrJRadgMQ/s1600-h/MDO+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuyaYGoP3VI/AAAAAAAAC1g/7kSrJRadgMQ/s400/MDO+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859792197344594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They all had matching shirts for the field trip.  I love what was on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little video of her while she was singing her favorite song.  I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54836fdea097167b" 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://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54836fdea097167b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329858277%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD59A25EF24736833FE9C64F9A8C2D4CFE222316.68061ECF0812469E247FB29B325FCAF1DF588261%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54836fdea097167b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvVvg8ig6_YWUBFNGdoZjW_ACFIw&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://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54836fdea097167b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329858277%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD59A25EF24736833FE9C64F9A8C2D4CFE222316.68061ECF0812469E247FB29B325FCAF1DF588261%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54836fdea097167b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvVvg8ig6_YWUBFNGdoZjW_ACFIw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1356514965627108959?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1356514965627108959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1356514965627108959' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1356514965627108959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1356514965627108959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuyaXqh7a5I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/BlYFgAifjHY/s72-c/MDO+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7505057125465823420</id><published>2009-10-22T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:25:22.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuNARYGnI/AAAAAAAAC1I/ENIrIYkeDOc/s1600-h/IMG_5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuNARYGnI/AAAAAAAAC1I/ENIrIYkeDOc/s400/IMG_5691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433523280091762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a wonderful day yesterday celebrating Ella Grace turning THREE!  We woke up with her in our bed (as we do most mornings...she starts off in her bed but always makes the move to ours around 2:00...sometimes we don't even realize it until we wake up).  The first thing she said had nothing to do with her birthday but, "I want my Snow White panties!"  Ha!  I have no idea where that came from.  I told her, "Ella, today is your birthday.  You are three!  Happy Birthday!" She just smiled ear to ear!  We made our way to Daddy who gave birthday wishes.  Evan was eating his breakfast and she went right over to him and said, "Evan, tell me Happy Birthday," which he did with a mouth full of waffle.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took her to eat at the Purple Cow.  She loves that place! We got her some cheese dip because that is her FAVORITE and she wanted to order a salad for her lunch.  =)  After she ate, they brought her a hot fudge sundae with purple ice cream.  She was so proud of the candles and loved blowing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrplXr8NI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/VV-iYmexdmM/s1600-h/IMG_5669b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrplXr8NI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/VV-iYmexdmM/s400/IMG_5669b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395430715740123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrqJmNVpI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/-H62eEEVf8A/s1600-h/IMG_5672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrqJmNVpI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/-H62eEEVf8A/s400/IMG_5672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395430725464708754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrqfnaL2I/AAAAAAAAC0g/DLycIM56rlQ/s1600-h/IMG_5673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrqfnaL2I/AAAAAAAAC0g/DLycIM56rlQ/s400/IMG_5673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395430731375325026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, we headed home to give her birthday presents.  To say she loved her castle and princess set is an understatement.  She was so excited and so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrqvi8iaI/AAAAAAAAC0o/jDUT5lELFGM/s1600-h/IMG_5680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrqvi8iaI/AAAAAAAAC0o/jDUT5lELFGM/s400/IMG_5680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395430735651572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuLzkq87I/AAAAAAAAC0w/1zZpRPHavDs/s1600-h/IMG_5681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuLzkq87I/AAAAAAAAC0w/1zZpRPHavDs/s400/IMG_5681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433502691488690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuMAVVRHI/AAAAAAAAC04/RThNM8CIiVI/s1600-h/IMG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuMAVVRHI/AAAAAAAAC04/RThNM8CIiVI/s400/IMG_5684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433506116813938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For dinner, we ordered pizza and had birthday cake.  Well, actually Ella Grace had birthday cake for dinner.  She was so proud of her cake.  For years, I have gone to the same bakery for birthday cakes.  This bakery is my favorite and makes the best cakes, but you have to pay for it in advance (they are very expensive) and then go pick it up.  I do not have time for two separate trips to the bakery, so I decided to try Kroger.  Y'all this cake was so good!  Plus, when we went to pick it up, I wish I would have had a camera because EG put her little hands over her mouth and literally gasped when she saw it.  It was exactly what she wanted!  Yay!  The best $10 I ever spent!   =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuNXzQurI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ID4mNfx57Kw/s1600-h/IMG_5700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuNXzQurI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ID4mNfx57Kw/s400/IMG_5700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433529596230322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent the rest of the night playing.  We will be partying some more on Saturday for her big party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuM95juLI/AAAAAAAAC1A/DEVNIoRy1w8/s1600-h/IMG_5687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuM95juLI/AAAAAAAAC1A/DEVNIoRy1w8/s400/IMG_5687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433522643318962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrpYtKzPI/AAAAAAAAC0I/y1Yuh-7ma48/s1600-h/IMG_5667b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBrpYtKzPI/AAAAAAAAC0I/y1Yuh-7ma48/s400/IMG_5667b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395430712340565234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this child!  Happy 3rd Birthday, sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, when I was getting her in bed, this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG:  "Momma, do you like honey bears?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Yes, I do.  I think they are cute.  Do you like honey bears?"&lt;br /&gt;EG:  "No.   I like rabbits and dogs and cats."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "And horses?"&lt;br /&gt;EG:  "Uh huh.  And horses."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I love you all the time."&lt;br /&gt;EG:  "I love you all the time.  You're my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "You're my best friend, too."&lt;br /&gt;Followed by kisses and hugs.  The perfect ending to the day.  =)&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/1760284705417192775-7505057125465823420?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7505057125465823420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7505057125465823420' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7505057125465823420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7505057125465823420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthday-girl.html' title='My Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SuBuNARYGnI/AAAAAAAAC1I/ENIrIYkeDOc/s72-c/IMG_5691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1339819756881685603</id><published>2009-10-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:38:44.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Styds8zRnKI/AAAAAAAACy4/QaUaj9GFxjY/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Styds8zRnKI/AAAAAAAACy4/QaUaj9GFxjY/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359849244007586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybTVE_ZyI/AAAAAAAACyo/D0Zb3azJOzg/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybTVE_ZyI/AAAAAAAACyo/D0Zb3azJOzg/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357210060908322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybSyqWXyI/AAAAAAAACyg/gWKvvTQE-Jo/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybSyqWXyI/AAAAAAAACyg/gWKvvTQE-Jo/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357200822361890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybSef6RuI/AAAAAAAACyY/HqIOch0YlXg/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybSef6RuI/AAAAAAAACyY/HqIOch0YlXg/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357195409868514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybRi4CYOI/AAAAAAAACyQ/EWItPn5eUvc/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StybRi4CYOI/AAAAAAAACyQ/EWItPn5eUvc/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357179404935394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took Ella Grace to the pumpkin patch this morning with our mommy group.  We had a great time.  I am soaking in these last few days of her being three!  I took these before we left.  I am loving all the colorful mums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before the hayride, we got to check out all the animals.  So cute.  I think her favorites were the donkeys (especially the baby) and the pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StydtQX2aOI/AAAAAAAACzA/WbUuz0KEGa8/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StydtQX2aOI/AAAAAAAACzA/WbUuz0KEGa8/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359854497687778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyduLSb08I/AAAAAAAACzI/ILp0Ha2ZFU0/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyduLSb08I/AAAAAAAACzI/ILp0Ha2ZFU0/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359870312666050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Stydu6uY7II/AAAAAAAACzQ/zkbO6NjexkY/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Stydu6uY7II/AAAAAAAACzQ/zkbO6NjexkY/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359883046382722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StydvfU1EoI/AAAAAAAACzY/2nwOhgwP7Lw/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StydvfU1EoI/AAAAAAAACzY/2nwOhgwP7Lw/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359892871287426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wouldn't trust this tractor driver if I were you.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We then got on a hayride to the pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect pumpkin.  On the way, EG told me she wanted an "itty bitty" pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjADffJOI/AAAAAAAACzg/kxezdSmw49Y/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjADffJOI/AAAAAAAACzg/kxezdSmw49Y/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365675015709922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjA1PPbPI/AAAAAAAACzo/rd29rjjcPD0/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjA1PPbPI/AAAAAAAACzo/rd29rjjcPD0/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365688369343730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjBiI3MUI/AAAAAAAACzw/ze-GK4oAtvs/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjBiI3MUI/AAAAAAAACzw/ze-GK4oAtvs/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365700422185282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjCUg6O2I/AAAAAAAACz4/OXV4ZdGhVEo/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjCUg6O2I/AAAAAAAACz4/OXV4ZdGhVEo/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365713944820578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She found the perfect "itty bitty" pumpkin, and so did I.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of "itty bitty," here she is last year.  What a difference a year makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjDOWkeyI/AAAAAAAAC0A/9aUIB4TKXIU/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StyjDOWkeyI/AAAAAAAAC0A/9aUIB4TKXIU/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365729470708514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1339819756881685603?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1339819756881685603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1339819756881685603' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1339819756881685603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1339819756881685603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Styds8zRnKI/AAAAAAAACy4/QaUaj9GFxjY/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch+2009+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8437912170711343625</id><published>2009-10-12T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:42:06.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Veggies</title><content type='html'>This kidlet LOVES her some salad.  We were at Chik-fil-a one day and a lady actually came to our table asking how I got her to eat a salad.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9hDxzTkI/AAAAAAAACyI/Gh1LGeXl-9c/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9hDxzTkI/AAAAAAAACyI/Gh1LGeXl-9c/s400/IMG_3054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391861554540138050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She LOVES it, but think her love may really be for Ranch dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9gMhQ9XI/AAAAAAAACyA/ssjGantZFmQ/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9gMhQ9XI/AAAAAAAACyA/ssjGantZFmQ/s400/IMG_3052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391861539706828146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She will eat anything if it has "dip" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a little over a week, Ella Grace will be 3 years old.   T H R E E!!!  How can this be?  I took these  pictures last week.  I went in her room and she was laying on her bed talking to "Baby Doll" (aka Barbara Mandrell as Derek calls her because this doll has so much blonde hair...HA!).  She is getting SO big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9fVbGK5I/AAAAAAAACx4/f59euzIBj5M/s1600-h/IMG_5575%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9fVbGK5I/AAAAAAAACx4/f59euzIBj5M/s400/IMG_5575%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391861524917005202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9eo2bSeI/AAAAAAAACxw/40hbEHv6d7s/s1600-h/IMG_5574%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9eo2bSeI/AAAAAAAACxw/40hbEHv6d7s/s400/IMG_5574%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391861512952039906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8437912170711343625?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8437912170711343625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8437912170711343625' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8437912170711343625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8437912170711343625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/eat-your-veggies.html' title='Eat Your Veggies'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/StO9hDxzTkI/AAAAAAAACyI/Gh1LGeXl-9c/s72-c/IMG_3054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8674677983500892833</id><published>2009-10-07T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:07:12.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We recently took Evan and Ella Grace to "Disney Live."  We decided at about 3:30 in the afternoon to go to a 6:30 show.  Derek found us some really good seats even though it was last minute.  Ella Grace was SOOOO excited.  She insisted on wearing her Minnie dress (Halloween costume).  She looked really cute!  Things like this can be a bit overwhelming, so we weren't really sure how Evan would like it.  Well, he had THE best time.  He watched the show intently, clapping and laughing.  It made mine and Derek's year to see him enjoy it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyqrnKgJmI/AAAAAAAACwo/yweku0quac0/s1600-h/IMG_5533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyqrnKgJmI/AAAAAAAACwo/yweku0quac0/s400/IMG_5533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870520279770722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told EG I wanted to take her picture, and this is the pose she struck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyqsBUdoQI/AAAAAAAACww/cWqb_mCK5Og/s1600-h/IMG_5537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyqsBUdoQI/AAAAAAAACww/cWqb_mCK5Og/s400/IMG_5537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870527300870402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Ssyqt8One5I/AAAAAAAACxI/vOly8metj1c/s1600-h/IMG_5561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Ssyqt8One5I/AAAAAAAACxI/vOly8metj1c/s400/IMG_5561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870560293911442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the show to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyrxuUJmmI/AAAAAAAACxY/GLVHfDbU4-0/s1600-h/IMG_5565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyrxuUJmmI/AAAAAAAACxY/GLVHfDbU4-0/s400/IMG_5565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389871724790127202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calling "Mickey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyqtcaYD3I/AAAAAAAACxA/UCaTRzZgTrw/s1600-h/IMG_5554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyqtcaYD3I/AAAAAAAACxA/UCaTRzZgTrw/s400/IMG_5554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870551753297778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan is holding the $20 souvenir we bought.  $20!!!  Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Ssyqsv5moBI/AAAAAAAACw4/owCbgQGMPAA/s1600-h/IMG_5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Ssyqsv5moBI/AAAAAAAACw4/owCbgQGMPAA/s400/IMG_5544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870539804680210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyrxHTaM8I/AAAAAAAACxQ/N8p8PXVLiKk/s1600-h/IMG_5564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyrxHTaM8I/AAAAAAAACxQ/N8p8PXVLiKk/s400/IMG_5564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389871714318037954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the way Ella Grace stands.  I just love it.  She folds her little hands and holds them in front of her.  So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyryJHB3BI/AAAAAAAACxg/ZlPm3TU2524/s1600-h/IMG_5570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyryJHB3BI/AAAAAAAACxg/ZlPm3TU2524/s400/IMG_5570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389871731982851090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happened when it was over and time to go home.  She was NOT happy at all.  She kept saying, "I want to do it again!"  She cried the entire way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day, Ella Grace and I joined my sisters and nephew and niece at the Arkansas Arts Center to see "Mr. Popper's Penguins."  It was such a cute play.  Ella Grace loved it and watched the entire thing.  I was pretty impressed that it kept her attention (for a two-year-old).  She loved watching the kids and of course the penguins (kids in penguin costumes).  =)  I knew Evan would not enjoy this at all, so he and Derek had a fun boys day together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Ssyo09ZpkhI/AAAAAAAACwg/WfxWmPiui14/s1600-h/IMG_5573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Ssyo09ZpkhI/AAAAAAAACwg/WfxWmPiui14/s400/IMG_5573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389868481844449810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew, Stone (love the face), my niece, Sarah, and me and EG after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later that night, I met my friend, Toni, for a women's event at my church.  It was such a wonderful event.  Priscilla Shirer was our speaker, and she is AMAZING.  The theme was "Dwelling in the Land of Possibility."  It was all about how God is able to do above and beyond!!!  It was such a wonderful time of praise music and worship.  I really needed it!  If you ever get a chance to hear Priscilla, go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsytXtDETQI/AAAAAAAACxo/cBmP6jUOuek/s1600-h/shirer_priscilla.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsytXtDETQI/AAAAAAAACxo/cBmP6jUOuek/s400/shirer_priscilla.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389873476796697858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Everything is possible for him who believes."  Mark 9:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8674677983500892833?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8674677983500892833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8674677983500892833' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8674677983500892833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8674677983500892833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-to-show.html' title='Going to the Show'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SsyqrnKgJmI/AAAAAAAACwo/yweku0quac0/s72-c/IMG_5533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-9185176128106550179</id><published>2009-09-22T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:30:42.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fam has been quite busy lately.  I promised myself I would make time to blog today, so here is my rushed post of the last 12 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan was part of a nursery rhyme parade at his school.  The children were encouraged to wear a costume or use a prop for the favorite nursery rhyme.  Evan really likes "Hey Diddle Diddle."  It is the cutest thing EVER to hear him say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlU5UIYXsI/AAAAAAAACuo/RGukEarP85o/s1600-h/IMG_3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlU5UIYXsI/AAAAAAAACuo/RGukEarP85o/s400/IMG_3037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384428173131275970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as I got in the parking lot, it was like he knew.  I saw that his classroom was at recess and he was walking toward me.  At first I thought he saw me, but he didn't.  It was fun to see him when he didn't know I was looking.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlU5kZ95hI/AAAAAAAACuw/T_6gIEF9wow/s1600-h/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlU5kZ95hI/AAAAAAAACuw/T_6gIEF9wow/s400/IMG_3039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384428177500005906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were so really cute and cleavor costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlU6iQaJuI/AAAAAAAACvA/IaFXaEqZBO0/s1600-h/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlU6iQaJuI/AAAAAAAACvA/IaFXaEqZBO0/s400/IMG_3043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384428194102912738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Evan would not be jazzed about wearing a costume, so I opted for the props route.  Here he is with his bowl and spoon.  I also had a small poster for him to wear around his neck.  He liked it on his back better.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlVs65n_xI/AAAAAAAACvI/JDI-4G31irU/s1600-h/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlVs65n_xI/AAAAAAAACvI/JDI-4G31irU/s400/IMG_3045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384429059711696658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to the first Razorback game.  My brother-in-law had quite the tailgate party for the opening game in Little Rock.  We had a great time.  It helped that the Razorbacks won.  Derek doesn't want to talk about last week's game.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlZxOhHD8I/AAAAAAAACvQ/7cQgO9LU1Hk/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlZxOhHD8I/AAAAAAAACvQ/7cQgO9LU1Hk/s400/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384433531743571906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun times tailgating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlZxypLTdI/AAAAAAAACvg/rhGUIiXIU7s/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlZxypLTdI/AAAAAAAACvg/rhGUIiXIU7s/s400/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384433541441080786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for the game to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been playing a lot with this monkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlbDi2kxgI/AAAAAAAACvw/1r-9j57BV4A/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlbDi2kxgI/AAAAAAAACvw/1r-9j57BV4A/s400/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384434945951581698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, we have still been swimming.  The water is a little cold but some boys I live with don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And playing (plus a little shopping) with this monkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlZyV-LoiI/AAAAAAAACvo/e5keDEfvZG8/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlZyV-LoiI/AAAAAAAACvo/e5keDEfvZG8/s400/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384433550924423714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is a great shopping buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Derek was at work one day when a soldier was being brought back from Iraq.  Derek said when he was brought out of the airplane, the young soldier's dad saluted him.  I can not even imagine.  Every day and I am SO thankful my husband came home from Iraq!  We should all be so thankful for our soldiers and their families (I'm not talking about the Horton's), especially those families who will miss their loved ones SO much every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlbEG2QECI/AAAAAAAACv4/MeOa_K02694/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlbEG2QECI/AAAAAAAACv4/MeOa_K02694/s400/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384434955613900834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy finding the perfect Halloween costumes.  Evan will be Indiana Jones.  I hope he'll wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlcKfO-C1I/AAAAAAAACwQ/lBOc-tmSEJ8/s1600-h/indi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlcKfO-C1I/AAAAAAAACwQ/lBOc-tmSEJ8/s400/indi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384436164750871378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Grace was going to be this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Srlc3HCdoqI/AAAAAAAACwY/5ej1CzUNvbQ/s1600-h/140052665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Srlc3HCdoqI/AAAAAAAACwY/5ej1CzUNvbQ/s400/140052665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384436931350078114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she change her mind and is now this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlcJnC862I/AAAAAAAACwA/iuK2TDll71c/s1600-h/26_XS99915_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlcJnC862I/AAAAAAAACwA/iuK2TDll71c/s400/26_XS99915_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384436149668080482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She LOVES Minnie Mouse, so this is a better fit for her anyway.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and I got flashed by a man wearing no pants in the Target parking lot.  It freaked me completely out and gave me nightmares!  You girls be careful out there and make sure you are aware to your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of this and the day-to-day school and therapy sessions, this is what we have been up to.  We're busy (just like the rest of  you I'm sure). &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/1760284705417192775-9185176128106550179?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9185176128106550179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=9185176128106550179' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9185176128106550179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9185176128106550179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SrlU5UIYXsI/AAAAAAAACuo/RGukEarP85o/s72-c/IMG_3037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7993411406573772242</id><published>2009-09-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:48:27.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Kids</title><content type='html'>These are some pictures Derek took this week that I just find hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Derek, Ella Grace and I went to Old Navy.  I was in search of some new jeans.  While I shopped, EG told her Daddy, "Take my picture."  Ha!  Looks like she made some new friends.  These literally make me laugh out loud!  This girl is a MESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk53EiIkaI/AAAAAAAACuA/Dlf54fNMh_A/s1600-h/Old+Navy6.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk53EiIkaI/AAAAAAAACuA/Dlf54fNMh_A/s400/Old+Navy6.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894848143266210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5i5iWAVI/AAAAAAAACtw/S0aIgpQh10A/s1600-h/Old+Navy4.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5i5iWAVI/AAAAAAAACtw/S0aIgpQh10A/s400/Old+Navy4.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894501593973074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5inSk1QI/AAAAAAAACto/onT9T5f7wwQ/s1600-h/Old+Navy3.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5inSk1QI/AAAAAAAACto/onT9T5f7wwQ/s400/Old+Navy3.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894496695997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She thinks this picture is cool because she is about to press the button that makes the dog talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5jcziqyI/AAAAAAAACt4/-C77n6ehXZ4/s1600-h/Old+Navy5.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5jcziqyI/AAAAAAAACt4/-C77n6ehXZ4/s400/Old+Navy5.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894511061347106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5iPHfZkI/AAAAAAAACtg/ustx83dAg04/s1600-h/Old+Navy2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5iPHfZkI/AAAAAAAACtg/ustx83dAg04/s400/Old+Navy2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894490207053378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5hgpLePI/AAAAAAAACtY/WBFbGy8Q8mI/s1600-h/Old+Navy.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk5hgpLePI/AAAAAAAACtY/WBFbGy8Q8mI/s400/Old+Navy.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894477731887346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Derek took Evan to occupational therapy this week, and I received this picture over e-mail.  There Evan was in some shades!  Ha!  I think they may have even been pink and Hannah Montana.  He didn't mind though.  Afterall, it's what all the cool kids are wearing these days!  Ha!  He was rockin' them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk53XRpMZI/AAAAAAAACuI/ScYTMVJkcP0/s1600-h/Rockstar.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk53XRpMZI/AAAAAAAACuI/ScYTMVJkcP0/s400/Rockstar.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894853174374802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk54B6_fTI/AAAAAAAACuY/H1Q1QvRYuOM/s1600-h/Rockstar3.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk54B6_fTI/AAAAAAAACuY/H1Q1QvRYuOM/s400/Rockstar3.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894864622091570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About to go play ball with O'Mari, the therapy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk531NfuJI/AAAAAAAACuQ/9ly5MTyW1rw/s1600-h/Rockstar2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk531NfuJI/AAAAAAAACuQ/9ly5MTyW1rw/s400/Rockstar2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894861210040466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things my children do while they are out with Daddy!  Hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;Looks like fun to me!&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/1760284705417192775-7993411406573772242?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7993411406573772242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7993411406573772242' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7993411406573772242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7993411406573772242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-crazy-kids.html' title='My Crazy Kids'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqk53EiIkaI/AAAAAAAACuA/Dlf54fNMh_A/s72-c/Old+Navy6.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3683351167794835048</id><published>2009-09-08T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:02:40.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace is a month and a half from turning three years old!  I can't even process that really.  It seems impossible!  It has gone by way too fast.  Today she got her very first haircut.  As bad as I hated cutting off those baby curls, it was time (probably passed time).  She definitely needed a trim.  We decided spur of the moment this morning that today was the day.  It was probably good that I didn't have a whole lot of time to dwell on it.  Ella Grace was VERY excited.  She kept talking about sitting in the airplane and how she wasn't going to cry.  She kept saying, "I want to get my hair cut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we got there and got her in the airplane, she looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2WCFzV1I/AAAAAAAACsI/48ktomhRguo/s1600-h/IMG_3007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2WCFzV1I/AAAAAAAACsI/48ktomhRguo/s400/IMG_3007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379187294575220562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not so jazzed over the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she began to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2WsCttMI/AAAAAAAACsQ/Q9mIWS8RWH8/s1600-h/IMG_3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2WsCttMI/AAAAAAAACsQ/Q9mIWS8RWH8/s400/IMG_3010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379187305836557506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2W_sYuDI/AAAAAAAACsY/ka8SwsEQRSw/s1600-h/IMG_3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2W_sYuDI/AAAAAAAACsY/ka8SwsEQRSw/s400/IMG_3014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379187311111616562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2XtQbW2I/AAAAAAAACsg/6w0bDPgnXUo/s1600-h/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2XtQbW2I/AAAAAAAACsg/6w0bDPgnXUo/s400/IMG_3015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379187323342379874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that Derek was off today and got to go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2YHYjNbI/AAAAAAAACso/OJwdFElyN_0/s1600-h/IMG_3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2YHYjNbI/AAAAAAAACso/OJwdFElyN_0/s400/IMG_3020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379187330355770802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suckers always help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She did fantastic.  She is such a big girl!  It appears she even still has some curls left in her hair.  Here she is afterward.  Nothing makes a girl feel better than a trip to the beauty shop!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3Yr5r9oI/AAAAAAAACsw/7L6ttlTZZCo/s1600-h/IMG_3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3Yr5r9oI/AAAAAAAACsw/7L6ttlTZZCo/s400/IMG_3025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379188439670060674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3ZJqXUkI/AAAAAAAACs4/he1vs_nQ0hI/s1600-h/IMG_3026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3ZJqXUkI/AAAAAAAACs4/he1vs_nQ0hI/s400/IMG_3026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379188447658857026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3Z1KC2TI/AAAAAAAACtA/TK1yupAo9-I/s1600-h/IMG_3027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3Z1KC2TI/AAAAAAAACtA/TK1yupAo9-I/s400/IMG_3027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379188459334457650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3abY4rWI/AAAAAAAACtI/YzrPE4JX1SU/s1600-h/IMG_3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3abY4rWI/AAAAAAAACtI/YzrPE4JX1SU/s400/IMG_3028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379188469597252962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice lady that cut her hair bagged up all the baby girls for me.  We also got the "My 1st Haircut" package that included this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3ayirePI/AAAAAAAACtQ/loDMEUM6Q5A/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa3ayirePI/AAAAAAAACtQ/loDMEUM6Q5A/s400/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379188475812346098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-3683351167794835048?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3683351167794835048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3683351167794835048' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3683351167794835048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3683351167794835048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sqa2WCFzV1I/AAAAAAAACsI/48ktomhRguo/s72-c/IMG_3007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-596252510508035075</id><published>2009-09-06T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:48:46.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Be Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My main objective with my blog is to document my family's day-to-day life.  I have a closet full of scrapbooking stuff that I don't have time for.  Blogging is a lot quicker, and honestly I find it a lot more fun.  I can stay pretty current.  Knowing I was five years behind on scrapbooking just stressed me out!  Anyway, not only have I been able to document life, I have made some really great friends (some I've never met and some I've had the joy to meet in real life).  It's been so amazing and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never set our for my blog to be this, but I feel to be an advocate for the autism community, I'll throw in some stories about our journey with that as well.  After all, it is a big part of our life.  Kids and adults with autism aren't going away with the epidemic we are in until there is a cure.  So if I can help anyone reading this learn more about autism, it will help all of us down the road.  Believe me, I live with autism 24/7 and sometimes I can't even figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I want so badly for Evan is for him to have a friend.  I would love for him to have a friend he would want to invite over to play or meet at the park or the movies.  Well, the nature of autism is social situations just don't come easily or naturally.  We have to teach Evan a lot of things about social situations that you and I learn just from being in the world.  Making a friend is difficult.  With autism, he just really doesn't have an interest in a friend.  He would rather play with adults, and preferrably Derek and me.  We are working on it though.  On Wednesdays he has Occupational Therapy and we meet up with Bradley for a "working" play date.  They are just so cute together.  They are learning to play Bingo (and other games) and TAKE TURNS!  Ha!  They are learning to be in each others' space.  Evan does not like other kids being too close.  The therapist makes them sit close to each other, play games together, have snack together, talk to each other and even hold hands at times.  My hope is one day Evan and Bradley will be great friends.  I really think he can learn that other kids are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqRU6F5lDOI/AAAAAAAACrw/tg5JDLS93z4/s1600-h/IMG_2993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqRU6F5lDOI/AAAAAAAACrw/tg5JDLS93z4/s400/IMG_2993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378517211980041442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at the end of the therapy session when Evan's therapist (who is WONDERFUL) was telling Bradley's mom and me about their session.  I love how she made them sit together in the same chair.  They are looking out the window and I'm sure they are thinking, "I'll do it, but I'm not really liking it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqRU6j9CP_I/AAAAAAAACr4/_eZPN9QiUys/s1600-h/IMG_2994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqRU6j9CP_I/AAAAAAAACr4/_eZPN9QiUys/s400/IMG_2994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378517220047601650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, Evan has his instant friend, his sister!  She makes him interact with her ALL the time!  She is constantly involving herself in whatever he is doing.  He tolerates her pretty well.  She is so good for him, and he is so good for her.  It's amazing what small children can pick up on though.  She has already told me, "Evan doesn't talk."  I really wasn't prepared for it NOW.  I thought I had a little bit before we would have this conversation, but I just told her, "Evan talks when he wants to, but sometimes it is really hard for him to talk.  That's why you need to always be sweet to Evan and help him."  She was content with that and just said, "Ok."  I LOVE MY KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqRWgsiXeII/AAAAAAAACsA/ZPv6GtI8KXg/s1600-h/IMG_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqRWgsiXeII/AAAAAAAACsA/ZPv6GtI8KXg/s400/IMG_2854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378518974698322050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan has no problem inviting his sister in on his bed jumping!!!  Of course, she is loving that he is giving her the attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-596252510508035075?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/596252510508035075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=596252510508035075' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/596252510508035075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/596252510508035075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-be-friends.html' title='Let&apos;s Be Friends'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqRU6F5lDOI/AAAAAAAACrw/tg5JDLS93z4/s72-c/IMG_2993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8897956316458376467</id><published>2009-09-04T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:47:01.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace and I survived the first week of Mother's Day Out! On Tuesday I was sitting with her going through how our morning would work the next day, how she would take her backpack and lunch box with her, how she would put them in her cubby, and how she wouldn't cry. Then, she says to me, "And you won't cry." Ha! I told her that was right, neither one of us would cry. Well, that was WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcMRucn8I/AAAAAAAACrI/ZQw6R77SYM0/s1600-h/IMG_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcMRucn8I/AAAAAAAACrI/ZQw6R77SYM0/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377680796043485122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet girl on Day 1 of Mother's Day Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFdls88PxI/AAAAAAAACrQ/kxbTSQVkNP0/s1600-h/IMG_2977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFdls88PxI/AAAAAAAACrQ/kxbTSQVkNP0/s400/IMG_2977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377682332360392466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves her mermaid backpack.  She is very into The Little Mermaid and Flounder right now, so I thought this was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we got there, she immediately picked out a baby and got back in the boat (just like at open house). She was doing great, smiling and so happy to be there. I wasn't going to make a big deal about me leaving. I went to the door and she came running with tears, "Momma, no!" Oh, it broke my heart. I told her I would be back really soon. I went to sign her in and by the time I had done that (which took all of one minute), she had already stopped crying. I, on the other hand, had just started! I did at least wait until I got to the car. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFdmu_MQsI/AAAAAAAACrg/AQYl2QSpiCc/s1600-h/IMG_2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFdmu_MQsI/AAAAAAAACrg/AQYl2QSpiCc/s400/IMG_2990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377682350086570690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm.  Which baby needs some love this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFdnITdp9I/AAAAAAAACro/2aVyzKGgRHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFdnITdp9I/AAAAAAAACro/2aVyzKGgRHQ/s400/IMG_2991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377682356882483154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcKTbJ2gI/AAAAAAAACqo/zlntob_SBxc/s1600-h/IMG_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcKTbJ2gI/AAAAAAAACqo/zlntob_SBxc/s400/IMG_2992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377680762139695618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the "How could you?" look I got when I went to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day she seemed excited.  She said she wouldn't cry and reminded me of that even that morning.  Well, it was another difficult drop-off.  Please tell me it will get better.  It really hurts my heart!  I'm trying to stay busy during the day so I don't think about it too much, but I find myself watching the clock.  She and I are so happy to see each other when I pick her up.  The first day she asked me, "Did you miss me so much?"  I told her I did and she said, "I missed you, too."  Ahhhh, heart overflow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcLUJFJ1I/AAAAAAAACq4/bGr0HUwfKho/s1600-h/IMG_2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcLUJFJ1I/AAAAAAAACq4/bGr0HUwfKho/s400/IMG_2998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377680779512194898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcK4YZGpI/AAAAAAAACqw/HcWW1XZ3tcM/s1600-h/IMG_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcK4YZGpI/AAAAAAAACqw/HcWW1XZ3tcM/s400/IMG_2995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377680772060224146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcL3FeBtI/AAAAAAAACrA/LNLXQa6uKHo/s1600-h/IMG_2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcL3FeBtI/AAAAAAAACrA/LNLXQa6uKHo/s400/IMG_2999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377680788892288722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2's excitement was mainly about her new shoes.  I gave them to her that morning knowing she would be excited about them, and they might help with the transition.  She was SO excited and said, "I want to show Daddy!"  As she was walking out of the room, she yelled back, "Thank you, Momma!"  It is just the sweetest to hear that when it is unprompted!  LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please, please tell this gets easier.  My heart can't take it!&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/1760284705417192775-8897956316458376467?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8897956316458376467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8897956316458376467' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8897956316458376467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8897956316458376467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-survived.html' title='We Survived!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SqFcMRucn8I/AAAAAAAACrI/ZQw6R77SYM0/s72-c/IMG_2976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7729784916538828720</id><published>2009-08-31T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:17:45.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MDO Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y'all, Ella Grace starts Mother's Day Out at our church this week.  I'm sad.  I'm real sad.  It's bittersweet watching your children grow up!  I don't really want her to.  I've actually been thinking this weekend I was going to change my mind, but Derek says she needs to go.  I know it will so good for her.  She is incredibly shy, and I think being around her same-aged peers two days a week will help her come out of her shell a little.  We went to her open house last week, and she loved her classroom, although she kept asking me, "Are you going to stay wif me?"  I told her I would stay that night.  I'm hoping she doesn't think I'll be staying when I drop her off this week.  She'll probably do fine.  I, on the other hand, probably will not.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvL_Nawp1I/AAAAAAAACqA/TOFVAmRi8CQ/s1600-h/IMG_2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvL_Nawp1I/AAAAAAAACqA/TOFVAmRi8CQ/s400/IMG_2957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114866990917458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At open house, she wasted no time grabbing a baby and going sailing!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her classroom is SO cute!  It has a beach theme.  Cute murals with huts, lobsters and fish are painted on the walls.  This is the same classroom she should be in during service time, but she has yet to stay and just goes to "big church" with Derek and me.  We are hoping MDO will help with this as well.  She is perfect when we take her into the service, but she would have so much fun learning about Jesus in her class with little friends if she would give it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and have I mentioned how much of a Daddy's girl she is, and that I LOVE it!!!  I took these pictures the other night when I saw EG and Derek were "swimming" together.  She gets on the sun ledge and moves her arms to "swim".  It was just the cutest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvL_kUZV7I/AAAAAAAACqI/JZDMPMfh_xI/s1600-h/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvL_kUZV7I/AAAAAAAACqI/JZDMPMfh_xI/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114873138239410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvMAXb1ajI/AAAAAAAACqQ/RNdu_r6e9sk/s1600-h/IMG_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvMAXb1ajI/AAAAAAAACqQ/RNdu_r6e9sk/s400/IMG_2963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114886859647538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvMAzUPJYI/AAAAAAAACqY/jvIbEyDBTMo/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvMAzUPJYI/AAAAAAAACqY/jvIbEyDBTMo/s400/IMG_2965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114894343972226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvMBSlmNGI/AAAAAAAACqg/41M2pxgSS_s/s1600-h/IMG_2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvMBSlmNGI/AAAAAAAACqg/41M2pxgSS_s/s400/IMG_2966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114902738285666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet baby girl.  All this growing up is hard on a Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7729784916538828720?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7729784916538828720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7729784916538828720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7729784916538828720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7729784916538828720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/mdo-bound.html' title='MDO Bound'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpvL_Nawp1I/AAAAAAAACqA/TOFVAmRi8CQ/s72-c/IMG_2957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1158639584775212773</id><published>2009-08-23T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:41:15.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>There have been some new things going on at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but I have been able to keep certain play areas and play places a secret...until now.  My children just found out several months ago that Chik-fil-a has a play area.  It wasn't that I didn't want them play there (it's probably the cleanest one of all fast food places), we just always sat on the other side of the restaurant where the play area wasn't visible.  They were happy just getting their kids' meals, and I was happy not to fight to get them to leave, so why change it right?  Well, they have since found me out.  Leaving actually wasn't bad at all, which was a nice surprise.  Now, one place I really didn't want to introduce them to was Chuck E. Cheese.  I had heard it was always terribly crowded, horror stories about ball pits, and that it was dirty.  Well, the kids were invited to a birthday party there.  We took them and I was pleasantly surprised.  It seemed clean, wasn't overly crowded (we were there at 10:00 a.m. so that probably helped), and the pizza wasn't bad either.  Evan and Ella Grace LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHS0ob7CXI/AAAAAAAACp4/fmsSOy4RqPM/s1600-h/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHS0ob7CXI/AAAAAAAACp4/fmsSOy4RqPM/s400/IMG_2877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373307632079276402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Evan and me trying to convince EG that Barney wasn't scary.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-mMH-83I/AAAAAAAACoQ/kN8z2CZoq-U/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-mMH-83I/AAAAAAAACoQ/kN8z2CZoq-U/s400/IMG_2879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285393728729970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EG checking Barney out from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another BIG new thing is Evan started back to school.  He is now at his new school and loving it.  He started last Wednesday.  He has the sweetest teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-nEyteII/AAAAAAAACog/7P4X98Ei3C4/s1600-h/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-nEyteII/AAAAAAAACog/7P4X98Ei3C4/s400/IMG_2904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285408940324994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Hodge and Evan.  He was saying, "Cheeeeese."  I annoy him by taking pictures I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-mjrKLoI/AAAAAAAACoY/UdI02siVVaE/s1600-h/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-mjrKLoI/AAAAAAAACoY/UdI02siVVaE/s400/IMG_2903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285400050282114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He checked out every inch of his classroom at open house.  Here he is nosing around his teachers cubicle!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-nqy-_lI/AAAAAAAACoo/91G6vlAGL4k/s1600-h/IMG_29052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpG-nqy-_lI/AAAAAAAACoo/91G6vlAGL4k/s400/IMG_29052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285419142020690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I held up the "car rider" line to take this picture.  He was walking down the sidewalk with Mrs. Hodge.  I informed another teacher that I was sorry but I had to take this picture and that I was "THAT" mom.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Evan was having a big day, I took Ella Grace somewhere new.  She went to the WonderPlace for the first time.  We invited some friends along and she had a BLAST!  It is the cutest little place that really encourages imaginative play, which is what EG is all about these days.  I love to hear her say, "Just pretend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD8W226BI/AAAAAAAACo4/RqIW-pwgZKo/s1600-h/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD8W226BI/AAAAAAAACo4/RqIW-pwgZKo/s400/IMG_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291272124950546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her favorite part was the play vet station.  Soooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHM30XEX1I/AAAAAAAACpg/fgHGDpmLTeY/s1600-h/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHM30XEX1I/AAAAAAAACpg/fgHGDpmLTeY/s400/IMG_2906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373301089749983058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHM4b3jeGI/AAAAAAAACpo/eA2PE8VnghY/s1600-h/IMG_2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHM4b3jeGI/AAAAAAAACpo/eA2PE8VnghY/s400/IMG_2923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373301100355221602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD836ec1I/AAAAAAAACpA/8yXDkYI6KU0/s1600-h/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD836ec1I/AAAAAAAACpA/8yXDkYI6KU0/s400/IMG_2913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291280998495058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD9lGrsdI/AAAAAAAACpI/tZpLf6x3-Us/s1600-h/IMG_2914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD9lGrsdI/AAAAAAAACpI/tZpLf6x3-Us/s400/IMG_2914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291293129290194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace and her friend Emily playing in the sand.  EG had a tight grip on that cat.  I didn't thing we would be able to leave without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD-EF5YuI/AAAAAAAACpQ/1EGEKinwUhA/s1600-h/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHD-EF5YuI/AAAAAAAACpQ/1EGEKinwUhA/s400/IMG_2917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291301447492322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love pictures of my kids from the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note, this was the first chance we have had all summer to have our entire families over to swim (right here at the end of summer).  I just love this picture.  Big and little kids are swimming it up.  It's a pool full of boys!  Ella Grace and my niece, Sarah, were the only girls swimming.  That is until my darling husband threw me in!  Then, we threw my sister in.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHCBPO1PzI/AAAAAAAACow/IZ43d2iu-sg/s1600-h/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHCBPO1PzI/AAAAAAAACow/IZ43d2iu-sg/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373289156954111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want summer to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-1158639584775212773?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1158639584775212773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1158639584775212773' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1158639584775212773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1158639584775212773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SpHS0ob7CXI/AAAAAAAACp4/fmsSOy4RqPM/s72-c/IMG_2877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-2317231707215885905</id><published>2009-08-18T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:58:42.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clogs &amp; a Nice Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you a "shoe person"?  I remember liking cute shoes growing up, but I don't recall ever being obsessed with shoes or having to have the most trendy style.  As an adult, I have always bought shoes in a classic style that could be worn more than one season.  I fear it is happening to me though.  I think I'm becoming a "shoe person".  I blame a lot of you, you know (in a good way).  It all started with your cute Yellowbox flip flops you introduce me to.  I'm hooked!  I LOVE them!  I am loving shoes and shoe shopping.  We just got a new DSW shoe store, and I'm looking forward to picking out some new fall shoes.  I've especially been thinking about boots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it is already pretty much established that Ella Grace, on the other hand, has been into shoes since she was about six months old.  She LOVES them!  I have been seeing all over the place that clogs are really in for little girls this Fall.  I broke down and bought her a pair at Gymboree.  I was going to hold onto them until the Fall, but she was busy trying on all kinds of shoes one night, so I went ahead and gave them to her.  Derek happened to have the camera in his hand and caught these pictures.  Her expressions are so funny.  Please do not look at the mess that is Ella Grace's room.  These were taken the day after I got home from my cruise and Daddy had been in charge for a week.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SosJb9wESdI/AAAAAAAACnw/EKqytlvEbcM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SosJb9wESdI/AAAAAAAACnw/EKqytlvEbcM/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371397356606736850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Daddy, look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SosJcVDSm8I/AAAAAAAACn4/91p2kNT-6bo/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SosJcVDSm8I/AAAAAAAACn4/91p2kNT-6bo/s400/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371397362861382594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh my goodness!"  I love it when she says that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SosJdG4ZhiI/AAAAAAAACoA/uNWdlE1PEcI/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SosJdG4ZhiI/AAAAAAAACoA/uNWdlE1PEcI/s400/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371397376237471266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a minute to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got the sweetest card in the mail from my friend, Abby, last week.  With it was a gift card to Copeland's and a note for Derek and I to go celebrate our 15th anniversary since Derek was gone during the actual day.  HOW SWEET!  We went Saturday night and had the best meal that included a cheesecake called Ice Cream Sundae.  Yum!  We had a great time reminiscing about the last 15 years and talking about exciting things ahead.  We even got to go to a movie afterward.  What a sweet, unexpected treat!  I am so blessed to have such sweet friends (and a very sweet husband, too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-2317231707215885905?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2317231707215885905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=2317231707215885905' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2317231707215885905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2317231707215885905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/clogs-nice-surprise.html' title='Clogs &amp; a Nice Surprise'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SosJb9wESdI/AAAAAAAACnw/EKqytlvEbcM/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-4557836850457784937</id><published>2009-08-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:09:32.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great time with four of my oldest friends cruising to Cozumel!  We were gone for six days.  We flew first to New Orleans, which was where we were to board our ship.  We didn't want to worry about travel trouble and missing our cruise, so we went down a day early.  I've never been to New Orleans, and let's just say the evening time in New Orleans is not my scene AT ALL!   I felt like I should have been wearing a steel suit.  LOL!  However, I loved the next morning when we went down to the French Quarter and had coffee and beignets at Cafe' Du Monde.  I can now say I have been to the French Quarter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIqHjgtKhI/AAAAAAAAClc/wljRSWz73RA/s1600-h/DSCF1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIqHjgtKhI/AAAAAAAAClc/wljRSWz73RA/s400/DSCF1210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900015058922002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Abby and me on the flight to New Orleans (loving that lady sacked out in the seat behind us).  She is the bride-to-be and the whole reason for the trip.  She is getting married in November to a very handsome doctor.  =)  We were roomies on the ship, and I can honestly say we laughed the entire time.  I haven't laughed that hard in a loooong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIuY1NPDzI/AAAAAAAAClk/4Eh4CdXY01Y/s1600-h/DSCF1220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIuY1NPDzI/AAAAAAAAClk/4Eh4CdXY01Y/s400/DSCF1220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368904709913382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby, Michelle, me, and Michelle at Cafe' Du Monde.  Noticing a theme with the names...two Abby's and two Michelle's.  Oh, and it was SO hot in New Orleans.  Oh my word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We set sail on Thursday.  We had a day at sea, a day in Cozumel, another day at sea, and then we were home.  It went by SO fast!  I think my favorite part of the trip was when we went into Cozumel.  Abby, Abby and I went to a beach and had THE best time.  We got chairs right by the water, soaked up the sun, went snorkeling, ate the best guacamole I have EVER had, and laughed until I cried and Abby sprayed water out of her nose.  Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIysmvU79I/AAAAAAAACmE/P2HnAw6Zpoc/s1600-h/DSCF1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIysmvU79I/AAAAAAAACmE/P2HnAw6Zpoc/s400/DSCF1288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368909447673737170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our ship - The Carnival Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIytI8g5RI/AAAAAAAACmM/yl_baja2_-M/s1600-h/DSCF1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIytI8g5RI/AAAAAAAACmM/yl_baja2_-M/s400/DSCF1290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368909456855852306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby, Abby and me on our way to the beach in Cozumel.  Those Abby's.  They are cute as buttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoL94QmiHMI/AAAAAAAACmc/oNXDVvPZ2wY/s1600-h/DSCF1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoL94QmiHMI/AAAAAAAACmc/oNXDVvPZ2wY/s400/DSCF1299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369132848750140610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby took a picture of me snorkeling.  LOL!  The water in Mexico is GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoL93m4kK6I/AAAAAAAACmU/WwQN1NQuKOM/s1600-h/DSCF1294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoL93m4kK6I/AAAAAAAACmU/WwQN1NQuKOM/s400/DSCF1294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369132837551483810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my camera was still in underwater mode, but this is the guacamole and pico we had beachside.  YUMMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took a ton of pictures, but these next two pictures are probably two of my most favorite from the entire trip.  Locals came up playing guitar and singing.  They got Abby and Abby in on the action.  Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMvu3IOQ2I/AAAAAAAACnU/lY5LsCEjQdY/s1600-h/DSCF1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMvu3IOQ2I/AAAAAAAACnU/lY5LsCEjQdY/s400/DSCF1308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369187662874690402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one makes me laugh so hard.  Abby was not enjoying the dreadlocks wig they put on her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoNK8bmRzsI/AAAAAAAACnk/Gywz3PZO49U/s1600-h/DSCF1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoNK8bmRzsI/AAAAAAAACnk/Gywz3PZO49U/s400/DSCF1306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369217582816677570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby was rockin' out some turtle shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every evening at dinner was really fun, too.  We had the best waiters.  I found out they work for nine months, six or seven (I can't remember which) days a week, 10 hour days and then go home for two months.  I'm just amazed by that!  They were so cute and made dinner so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoNJdN3WMNI/AAAAAAAACnc/4CwvP8lT_NQ/s1600-h/DSCF1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoNJdN3WMNI/AAAAAAAACnc/4CwvP8lT_NQ/s400/DSCF1323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369215947042599122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us with our waiters, Sushi (his name was something else but he went by "Sushi") and Jaiboon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMumQ6uGDI/AAAAAAAACnM/u--IN4MJg8E/s1600-h/DSCF1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMumQ6uGDI/AAAAAAAACnM/u--IN4MJg8E/s400/DSCF1327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369186415666927666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang on the lido deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMtVAImdrI/AAAAAAAACm8/lk6eZwO03I4/s1600-h/DSCF1326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMtVAImdrI/AAAAAAAACm8/lk6eZwO03I4/s400/DSCF1326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369185019592341170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My vantage point on days we were at sea.  We sat in chairs on the back of the boat looking at the bluest water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every night I had the same dessert...Melting Chocolate Cake.  Yum!  It's basically brownie batter with a light crust on top served with ice cream.  It was GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIxFHxmu3I/AAAAAAAACl0/5AV-aWBkTTY/s1600-h/DSCF1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIxFHxmu3I/AAAAAAAACl0/5AV-aWBkTTY/s400/DSCF1270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368907669835266930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIysMKxaOI/AAAAAAAACl8/W3H7tQvsU5I/s1600-h/DSCF1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIysMKxaOI/AAAAAAAACl8/W3H7tQvsU5I/s400/DSCF1274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368909440541092066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being classy on formal night.  Ha!  Note the chocolate melting cake in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I even tried sushi.  I don't know if it really counts though because it was a California Roll and just had crab in it, but it was still a big step for me since I'm not a big seafood girl and said I would never go near a sushi bar.  I actually really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMt-MSoQVI/AAAAAAAACnE/eILwkxyhdMY/s1600-h/DSCF1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMt-MSoQVI/AAAAAAAACnE/eILwkxyhdMY/s400/DSCF1343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369185727230263634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a GREAT time.  It was relaxing and fun, and I'm so glad I got to go with good friends.    We got separated on the way back to the airport, but other than that, we had safe, uneventful travels.  It is always fun to get away, but I think even more fun to come home!  When we got to the Little Rock airport, Derek, Evan and Ella Grace greeted me at the escalator.  I thought EG was going to cry as she ran up to me and put her little hands around my neck.  SO sweet!  I'm so thankful for a wonderful husband that was SO excited for me to get to do this trip and that took his vacation time to watch our children so I could go.  He is just a great husband and is SO good to me all .  the . time!  I can't wait to go on another cruise and take him with me!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and speaking of time at the beach, I LOVE this picture of my Mamaw!  She and I share a birthday.  She was 50 when I was born.  She is now 86 and went for the first time to the beach with my aunt and her family.  My cousin, Jara, shot this picture (she is a fantastic &lt;a href="http://jarahill-photography.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Dallas), and I ADORE it!  Everyone should see the ocean at least once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMrJm5_oXI/AAAAAAAACm0/enEWw57BmZ4/s1600-h/Mamaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoMrJm5_oXI/AAAAAAAACm0/enEWw57BmZ4/s400/Mamaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369182624818372978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-4557836850457784937?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4557836850457784937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=4557836850457784937' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/4557836850457784937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/4557836850457784937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/cruisin.html' title='Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoIqHjgtKhI/AAAAAAAAClc/wljRSWz73RA/s72-c/DSCF1210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7344759680660476433</id><published>2009-08-10T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:27:21.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have recently fallen in love with the "&lt;a href="http://www.lifeisgood.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" brand.  They have the cutest shirts, hats, bags, etc.  I had seen a rather large selection at a local sporting good store and thought to myself if I came across one with a man (or stick figure...ha) with a guitar, I would get it for Derek.  I just love the upbeat theme they have going.  When coming back from my cruise (I will post about that eventually when I get Derek to give me the cord to my new camera so I can download the pics), there was a "Life is good" kiosk in the Houston airport.  I could not pass up a shirt that fit my little boy perfectly.  Evan LOVES peanut butter and jelly (preferably his GiGi's homemade strawberry) sandwiches, and I mean LOVES them.  He can put the hurt on two PB &amp;amp; J's in about five minutes.  I took some pics of him in his new shirt.  Some of them you can't see the graphic, but I just thought they all were so cute!  It has a jar of peanut butter, some bread and a jar of jelly and says "Life is good" underneath.  That is just SO Evan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOCKeN9hI/AAAAAAAACk0/IItvgCYHOFA/s1600-h/IMG_5495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOCKeN9hI/AAAAAAAACk0/IItvgCYHOFA/s400/IMG_5495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446923647612434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOBkoBTkI/AAAAAAAACks/EK-GpIu5vFE/s1600-h/IMG_5492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOBkoBTkI/AAAAAAAACks/EK-GpIu5vFE/s400/IMG_5492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446913488178754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOA_7ps8I/AAAAAAAACkc/hurahLpbc6E/s1600-h/IMG_5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOA_7ps8I/AAAAAAAACkc/hurahLpbc6E/s400/IMG_5490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446903638406082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOBQ0YrXI/AAAAAAAACkk/hZs6ryN1Mqo/s1600-h/IMG_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOBQ0YrXI/AAAAAAAACkk/hZs6ryN1Mqo/s400/IMG_5491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446908171332978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCPSiA6gBI/AAAAAAAACk8/X02_Q3UJQ68/s1600-h/IMG_5496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCPSiA6gBI/AAAAAAAACk8/X02_Q3UJQ68/s400/IMG_5496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368448304356687890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCPTebL5JI/AAAAAAAAClM/_DIBy4qpmas/s1600-h/IMG_5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCPTebL5JI/AAAAAAAAClM/_DIBy4qpmas/s400/IMG_5503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368448320573006994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To me, even a PB &amp;amp; J isn't as delicious as this toothless grin.&lt;br /&gt;I could just eat him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and I think I just found one for Derek.  This is hilarious and SO Derek! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCPkRldEDI/AAAAAAAAClU/fliXWsrfuhY/s1600-h/life+is+good.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCPkRldEDI/AAAAAAAAClU/fliXWsrfuhY/s400/life+is+good.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368448609184190514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7344759680660476433?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7344759680660476433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7344759680660476433' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7344759680660476433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7344759680660476433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SoCOCKeN9hI/AAAAAAAACk0/IItvgCYHOFA/s72-c/IMG_5495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7375261808843992788</id><published>2009-08-04T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:33:07.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we have been hanging at the pool all afternoon.  This is the first day this summer where NOTHING was on the agenda.  Ahhhh!  My kidlets are WORN OUT!  This is what they look like right at this very minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SnizfHJpUII/AAAAAAAACkM/0j8tZmhz0GM/s1600-h/IMG_5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SnizfHJpUII/AAAAAAAACkM/0j8tZmhz0GM/s400/IMG_5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366236303088767106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SnizeW1EQJI/AAAAAAAACkE/cr01Onh-tkI/s1600-h/IMG_5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SnizeW1EQJI/AAAAAAAACkE/cr01Onh-tkI/s400/IMG_5485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366236290117550226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are O U T !  The problem with this is that it is 5:20 in the afternoon.  It will be a long night.  Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7375261808843992788?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7375261808843992788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7375261808843992788' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7375261808843992788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7375261808843992788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SnizfHJpUII/AAAAAAAACkM/0j8tZmhz0GM/s72-c/IMG_5486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-589026551616210038</id><published>2009-07-19T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:41:06.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a great weekend this has been.  First of all, Derek FINALLY got home.  He had been in Pennsylvania for four weeks for work.  We missed him so much.  At times, Ella Grace would walk around the house whining, "I've lost my Daddy."  It was so sad!  We were all very glad to see him, especially this exhausted Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We hit the ground running when he got home.  He had his 20 year high school reunion and we went to the gathering on Saturday night.  It was so fun.  I even got to see one of my fellow blogging buddies, Amy, whom I haven't seen in probably 14 years.  Another neat thing about the evening was we realized Evan's new prinicipal was one of Derek's classmates.  It is such a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was Derek and me before we left.  When I chose my dress, I didn't think about my tan lines showing.  UGH!  It was too late to change it by the time I realized.  Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPIRRDp9lI/AAAAAAAACjs/fJl-ZM0Y-BE/s1600-h/IMG_5453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPIRRDp9lI/AAAAAAAACjs/fJl-ZM0Y-BE/s400/IMG_5453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348180463089234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the reunion, they recognized all of the classmates that had served in the military. That made me so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPHwZ0EWyI/AAAAAAAACjk/OHeJhkugdak/s1600-h/6771_118785456784_522816784_2269015_4456390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPHwZ0EWyI/AAAAAAAACjk/OHeJhkugdak/s400/6771_118785456784_522816784_2269015_4456390_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360347615877946146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing Derek has been VERY excited about since being home has been sing the swimming pool (that he has only been able to swim in twice this entire summer) and also using his Father's Day gift...his basketball court.  He was out there tonight shooting some baskets (with a little helper in a princess dress and water shoes), and I couldn't resist these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFubR-LsI/AAAAAAAACjM/R6VurcBpDLk/s1600-h/IMG_5469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFubR-LsI/AAAAAAAACjM/R6VurcBpDLk/s400/IMG_5469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345382888812226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my heart may actually explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFtU-sprI/AAAAAAAACi0/Lo36MeCoAnQ/s1600-h/IMG_5460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFtU-sprI/AAAAAAAACi0/Lo36MeCoAnQ/s400/IMG_5460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345364017489586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I went outside, Ella Grace wanted to show me her new "tricks".  One was on the trampoline and the other was that she could dribble the basketball.  Derek said it was reminding him of the movie "Father of the Bride."  My heart just melted right there.  That is probably one of my top two favorite movies of all time.  I just LOVE it and have to watch it anytime I catch it on TV even though we have the DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFt5d-IfI/AAAAAAAACi8/_EnrkOCFDVM/s1600-h/IMG_5465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFt5d-IfI/AAAAAAAACi8/_EnrkOCFDVM/s400/IMG_5465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345373812335090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an action shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFuKXV60I/AAAAAAAACjE/9hWzUuXBU-o/s1600-h/IMG_5468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFuKXV60I/AAAAAAAACjE/9hWzUuXBU-o/s400/IMG_5468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345378347936578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It IS like the movie.  Remember that scene where Steve Martin is remembering shooting baskets with his daughter before he walks her down the isle.  Whaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFuuYwFvI/AAAAAAAACjU/9aQ3NIY2WDk/s1600-h/IMG_5472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPFuuYwFvI/AAAAAAAACjU/9aQ3NIY2WDk/s400/IMG_5472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345388017522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sure am glad she has now found her Daddy.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This summer we have spent a lot of time carting Evan to all of his activities.  I wanted to do something special with Ella Grace.  She has been such a trooper going with us EVERYWHERE and rarely complaining.  So, Saturday morning, we went with some friends to see the movie "Ice Age."  Here she is with her friend, Samuel.  Derek wasn't so sure about her holding hands with a boy.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPKoOTXKfI/AAAAAAAACj8/kMTf0AuFIPc/s1600-h/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPKoOTXKfI/AAAAAAAACj8/kMTf0AuFIPc/s400/IMG_2812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360350773883906546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My next post is all about Evan.  Tomorrow is his last day of A-Camp.  I can't wait to share some wonderful picture of him having a ball at camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have had a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-589026551616210038?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/589026551616210038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=589026551616210038' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/589026551616210038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/589026551616210038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SmPIRRDp9lI/AAAAAAAACjs/fJl-ZM0Y-BE/s72-c/IMG_5453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-409870197409691843</id><published>2009-07-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:48:05.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism Insurance Reform</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SlY6kUOiuGI/AAAAAAAACis/3GW0X9emVhY/s1600-h/IMG_5219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SlY6kUOiuGI/AAAAAAAACis/3GW0X9emVhY/s400/IMG_5219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356533202383190114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I "think" this will be the last thing I post about insurance coverage for children with autism.  It's not a promise, but since the insurance reform has reached the federal level, I'm not sure what can happen after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You all have been so sweet and supportive over our journey with autism and my little speeches at the capitol.  I just thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the final note of this experience, I am asking you all, if you feel so led, to please go to this &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.autismvotes.org/c.frKNI3PCImE/b.5288147/k.6323/Federal_Autism_Insurance_Reform__ad/siteapps/advocacy/ActionItem.aspx"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt; and read more about the Federal Autism Insurance Reform.  You can fill in the blanks on a simple form to have a letter go to &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247164732_5"&gt;Speaker Nancy Pelosi&lt;/span&gt; and Majority Leader Harry M. Reid telling them kids with autism and the families caring for them NEED insurance coverage for the treatment of autism.  Imagine if you couldn't get your child the help he or she needed.  It's heartbreaking.  This will help my Evan and the tens of thousands out there just like him, especially those that are still little bitty and just getting diagnosed.  The earlier on they get treatment, the much brighter their future! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my sweet friends.  If you send a letter, I'd love to know it if you want to leave a comment.  Know you have just done a BIG thing!  Also, if you would like to send this link to anyone else you know that would like to support this legislation, please feel free to send it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Leigh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-409870197409691843?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/409870197409691843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=409870197409691843' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/409870197409691843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/409870197409691843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/autism-insurance-reform.html' title='Autism Insurance Reform'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SlY6kUOiuGI/AAAAAAAACis/3GW0X9emVhY/s72-c/IMG_5219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-2822867099786561507</id><published>2009-07-02T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:44:25.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn5Oou_RI/AAAAAAAAChs/2NNtySkKauI/s1600-h/Anniversary+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn5Oou_RI/AAAAAAAAChs/2NNtySkKauI/s400/Anniversary+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353838658660007186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe today marks 15 years to the day I married "the boy from church." What a lucky girl I am. We have had the normal ups and downs of life, but I can honestly say even on the down days it is a joy to be Derek's wife, and, for the most part, being married to him is just plain easy! He makes it easy though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like thinking about our wedding day back on July 2, 1994. It was blue skies and hot as all get out, but I remember us planning to get married as soon as possible and that was the first opportunity. Now, it is so great that our anniversary always falls near a holiday. We usually go somewhere special like Destin, but this year Derek is out of town. Whaaa! It makes me sad we won't be together, but it will be okay. We'll celebrate by going to dinner when he gets home. My very sweet friend, Heather, brought over a magazine, the movie "Sense and Sensibility" (I've never seen it) and a yummy chocolate dessert for one for me to enjoy tonight! I'm looking forward to getting the kidlets in bed and enjoying all my treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I loved my wedding dress.  I never got it sealed (or whatever you call it).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gasp!&lt;/span&gt; I don't much think Ella Grace will want to wear it one day anyway. I loved the princess style of the dress with all the tousle and sparkles. It was my dream dress I wore to marry my dream man. I actually got it out last night and was a little sad that some of the sequins had started to turn yellow. It's still as pretty as I remember though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn6bWmekI/AAAAAAAACiM/z8lpM8xVwXE/s1600-h/Anniversary+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn6bWmekI/AAAAAAAACiM/z8lpM8xVwXE/s400/Anniversary+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353838679253482050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Grace couldn't wait to get her hands on my veil (aka "the anniversary hat")!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SkzuFlOt8wI/AAAAAAAACiU/JVzik1e5TME/s1600-h/IMG_5398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SkzuFlOt8wI/AAAAAAAACiU/JVzik1e5TME/s400/IMG_5398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353915836697277186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SkzuGOlJUmI/AAAAAAAACic/0RSfwFnhClY/s1600-h/IMG_5399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SkzuGOlJUmI/AAAAAAAACic/0RSfwFnhClY/s400/IMG_5399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353915847797199458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still have the copy the pastor that married us gave me for our wedding vows. They weren't the traditional vows. They were a little different. I like them because they were based on "the fruit of the spirit" and were a little different. The verbiage seemed more like real life to me. For all you OBU friends, Dr. Buckalew married us. I just loved him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skw2Pv5GlTI/AAAAAAAAChc/f7pl954Yqvs/s1600-h/Anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skw2Pv5GlTI/AAAAAAAAChc/f7pl954Yqvs/s400/Anniversary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353713701218587954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Disney World for our anniversary and had the best time. Most of the pictures I have are of him or me alone because the other was taking the picture (with the Kodak disc camera...remember those...ha). I think this is the only one I have of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn5Ull9cI/AAAAAAAACh0/bBavw0C7UWE/s1600-h/Anniversary+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn5Ull9cI/AAAAAAAACh0/bBavw0C7UWE/s400/Anniversary+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353838660257445314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn52iMZzI/AAAAAAAACh8/kGwSufnzNgM/s1600-h/Anniversary+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn52iMZzI/AAAAAAAACh8/kGwSufnzNgM/s400/Anniversary+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353838669369993010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were just babies...in our high waisted shorts.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skzx0yr4JoI/AAAAAAAACik/7XWuDi2trgE/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skzx0yr4JoI/AAAAAAAACik/7XWuDi2trgE/s400/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353919946297976450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Anniversary, Der Bear!  Now, come home already!&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/1760284705417192775-2822867099786561507?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2822867099786561507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=2822867099786561507' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2822867099786561507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2822867099786561507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skyn5Oou_RI/AAAAAAAAChs/2NNtySkKauI/s72-c/Anniversary+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-2231579407035484369</id><published>2009-06-30T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:49:47.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm wishing my Dad a very Happy Birthday today.  He's one of the most talented people I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SkokSOJVo6I/AAAAAAAAChM/0tqe_I_euzs/s1600-h/Dad+and+Ev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SkokSOJVo6I/AAAAAAAAChM/0tqe_I_euzs/s400/Dad+and+Ev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353131002536764322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Evan and my dad.  I took it at my grandmother's house and my dad was showing Evan how to play the mandolin.  Evan was about two.  Look how curly Evan's hair is here.  You can definitely see where he gets it (and where I get it, too).  =)  My dad is a musician and has his own band and entertainment business.  He can play just about every instrument and every style of music there is.  His specialty is the saxophone and the "fiddle".  Too bad I didn't inherit any of this ability.  I'm still holding out hope that Evan and Ella Grace will get the musical inclination gene!  =)  Happy Birthday, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-2231579407035484369?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2231579407035484369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=2231579407035484369' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2231579407035484369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2231579407035484369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-my-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Dad!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SkokSOJVo6I/AAAAAAAAChM/0tqe_I_euzs/s72-c/Dad+and+Ev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-9186557722947773300</id><published>2009-06-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:33:25.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summer So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are having a pretty good summer so far.  It's been a busy and hot one, but we are finding ways to have a little fun in our schedule and trying to stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan is really enjoying his A-Camp and his program at Easter Seals.  He just finished up two weeks at Easter Seals and he did fantastic with the STAR (Strategies for Teaching based on Autism Research) program.  At the end of each week, the parents get to meet with someone who has worked with their child over the week to give feedback.  I have to admit I had tears when the occupational therapist that worked with him was saying how smart Evan was and how quickly he picks up on things.  I know this about him, but it was so nice to hear someone who doesn't know us well also make that observation.  It made my day!  Autism makes Evan's brain work differently, and I'm so thankful we have found a learning style that works so well for him.  That can be the difficult thing about autism...what works for one child, doesn't necessarily work for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything he does at Easter Seals is a learning opportunity.  He has come home with some incredible crafts he has made and treats he has prepared in cooking time.  I thought this sushi roll was SO cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6RWp_SXI/AAAAAAAACg8/aRrUrrxkSqc/s1600-h/IMG_5352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6RWp_SXI/AAAAAAAACg8/aRrUrrxkSqc/s400/IMG_5352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381120711182706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is made by balling up Rice Krispy treats.  A gummy fish is on top and it is held together with a fruit roll-up.  Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6RB7kxOI/AAAAAAAACg0/K9YacYS5H_k/s1600-h/IMG_5349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6RB7kxOI/AAAAAAAACg0/K9YacYS5H_k/s400/IMG_5349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381115147797730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is going to Easter Seals.  On Fridays, they get to wear these shirts.  I think they are hysterical with the body of the player right underneath their heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was his first day going into A-Camp.  He looks so big! His favorite thing here so far is the playground and the fish tank that is in the classroom (all boy I tell you). They are doing great things here, too. Evan was only there a week before Easter Seals started and he had the best time including a private concert by Brian Kinder (who is a well-known children's musical artist).  He'll be having fun at camp for the next three weeks.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6nh94BsI/AAAAAAAAChE/QcUnHyvvoFk/s1600-h/IMG_2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6nh94BsI/AAAAAAAAChE/QcUnHyvvoFk/s400/IMG_2701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381501704505026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are having THE best time in our swimming pool.  We are so busy in the mornings, we usually don't get out there until about 2:00.  The water is nice and warm by then.  =)  Derek got to swim in it all of two times before he had to go out of town for a month with work.  The kids and I get in it every single day.  We are planning on spending most of the day out there today, and Ella Grace is having her friends over this week for a playdate.  The hardest part is the kids being patient enough for me to coat them with sunscreen.  They hate it!  Evan is tanning right through it though.  He is already brown as a berry.  I used to be that way when I was little, too.  I took these pictures the first time we were able to get in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6Q4-YADI/AAAAAAAACgs/pMWRn24hmkY/s1600-h/IMG_5344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6Q4-YADI/AAAAAAAACgs/pMWRn24hmkY/s400/IMG_5344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381112743624754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this sun ledge.  It's almost like a baby pool for EG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2xaNN7KI/AAAAAAAACgc/hvB0YcGoyjc/s1600-h/IMG_5330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2xaNN7KI/AAAAAAAACgc/hvB0YcGoyjc/s400/IMG_5330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352377273373551778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2xvQf4MI/AAAAAAAACgk/BZWb_osJEOE/s1600-h/IMG_5336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2xvQf4MI/AAAAAAAACgk/BZWb_osJEOE/s400/IMG_5336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352377279024455874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek going down the slide.  Ha!  He is the biggest kid of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2wgZax7I/AAAAAAAACgM/vf7PLP4Pvng/s1600-h/IMG_5322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2wgZax7I/AAAAAAAACgM/vf7PLP4Pvng/s400/IMG_5322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352377257855469490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2xE5-HXI/AAAAAAAACgU/0Z0wQo_I_cU/s1600-h/IMG_5323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd2xE5-HXI/AAAAAAAACgU/0Z0wQo_I_cU/s400/IMG_5323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352377267655679346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor guy.  Pool just got finished and he had to leave!  =(  He was covered up so he wouldn't get a sunburn.  A sunburn covered up with flight gear is not a good mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and lastly, something Ella Grace said to me this week, "Momma, I like your hair.  It's just like a puppy dog!"  Ummmm, ok, I'm taking that as a compliment because she loves dogs, but REALLY?  Ha!  Happy Summer, y'all!&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/1760284705417192775-9186557722947773300?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9186557722947773300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=9186557722947773300' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9186557722947773300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/9186557722947773300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-summer-so-far.html' title='Our Summer So Far'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Skd6RWp_SXI/AAAAAAAACg8/aRrUrrxkSqc/s72-c/IMG_5352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-6713550863574001066</id><published>2009-06-20T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:01:20.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to wish a very Happy Father's Day to  my very sweet husband!  What a great daddy Derek is.  He is a great playmate, makes boo-boos disappear in a flash, makes bath time a complete riot, wrestles and runs on command, plays kitchen on command, and makes all three of us feel completely loved all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iDJIPdGI/AAAAAAAACfs/mJ5xPMP47vY/s1600-h/Evan+%26+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iDJIPdGI/AAAAAAAACfs/mJ5xPMP47vY/s400/Evan+%26+Daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349610107259810914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing Evan the helicopters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iC991tqI/AAAAAAAACfc/VXCHsAi4pbE/s1600-h/19+Months2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iC991tqI/AAAAAAAACfc/VXCHsAi4pbE/s400/19+Months2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349610104263390882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeting Ella Grace for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iC4X0JnI/AAAAAAAACfk/0IEe1-knKhc/s1600-h/backs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iC4X0JnI/AAAAAAAACfk/0IEe1-knKhc/s400/backs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349610102761727602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping with EG and Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iDmPwy5I/AAAAAAAACf0/TvISj9WKFy4/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iDmPwy5I/AAAAAAAACf0/TvISj9WKFy4/s400/IMG_0971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349610115075984274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing computers with Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iD-_FZxI/AAAAAAAACf8/UHSAjR9HU74/s1600-h/IMG_5207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iD-_FZxI/AAAAAAAACf8/UHSAjR9HU74/s400/IMG_5207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349610121716918034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking us to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Derek!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to say Happy Father's Day to my dad and Derek's dad!  We had a fun day celebrating with my dad today and got to see Derek's dad on Friday.  We are lucky to be surrounded by such loving men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-6713550863574001066?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6713550863574001066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=6713550863574001066' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6713550863574001066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/6713550863574001066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sj2iDJIPdGI/AAAAAAAACfs/mJ5xPMP47vY/s72-c/Evan+%26+Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-2681017543595153529</id><published>2009-06-19T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:03:47.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Year Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sjwmw35h02I/AAAAAAAACfU/yYl-DYTFLFc/s1600-h/IMG_5364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sjwmw35h02I/AAAAAAAACfU/yYl-DYTFLFc/s400/IMG_5364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349193078490125154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got Ella Grace's two-year-old portraits back from the photographer.  I was a little late getting them made.  She was actually 2 1/2 at the time we had them made.  The photographer (Cunningham Photography for all my local friends), did a great job.  He took us to a local park, and it was gorgeous there.  Ella Grace did so well.  She would pose and smile when we asked her to.  It also helped that he had a bag that was full of stuffed animals!  =)  I took pictures of the portraits with my camera, so it's not the best quality or even that straight (ha!), but I wanted to share them.  I'll be getting them framed and hung soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjwmwVMcqdI/AAAAAAAACfM/A-QqgDavA_w/s1600-h/IMG_5362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjwmwVMcqdI/AAAAAAAACfM/A-QqgDavA_w/s400/IMG_5362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349193069174237650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a sweet girl she is.  How two years has flown by!  What joy she brings every single day!&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/1760284705417192775-2681017543595153529?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2681017543595153529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=2681017543595153529' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2681017543595153529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2681017543595153529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-year-portraits.html' title='Two Year Portraits'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sjwmw35h02I/AAAAAAAACfU/yYl-DYTFLFc/s72-c/IMG_5364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-2861346099319805244</id><published>2009-06-17T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:30:32.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benji</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjkLZ_dPuII/AAAAAAAACfE/n7NEGYRh5Ak/s1600-h/benji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjkLZ_dPuII/AAAAAAAACfE/n7NEGYRh5Ak/s400/benji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348318573637908610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do any of you guys remember Benji?  If you were a 70's/80's kid like me, I bet you remember him.  Well, I have recently introduced Benji to Evan and Ella Grace, and they LOVE him!  They haven't picked up on the jazzy 70's music, clothes and cars yet.  Wooowee!  Ha!  They just love watching him solve crimes and help those in distress.   You can get 4 Benji movies for $10 at Best Buy.  What a bargain!!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-2861346099319805244?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2861346099319805244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=2861346099319805244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2861346099319805244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/2861346099319805244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/benji.html' title='Benji'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjkLZ_dPuII/AAAAAAAACfE/n7NEGYRh5Ak/s72-c/benji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8142610031530102667</id><published>2009-06-14T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:47:00.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the many things I have learned from our journey with Evan's autism is there is always something in which to be thankful.  I'm thankful he can run, play and have fun.  I'm thankful he is healthy, beautiful, and can learn.  I'm incredibly thankful for every word he says.  The list goes on.  We know so many families and children with disabilities, and some are extremely difficult situations that definitely put things in perspective for me.  I guess it is like that with anything in life, you can always measure your pain against someone else's pain and find that you have a lot indeed to be thankful.  BUT, pain is pain and God's grace is sufficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night at church we had a speaker, Nick Vujicic.  He is from Australia and was born without arms or legs to parents who were in ministry.  He shared his testimony and the joy he has in the Lord.  He was amazing, and I wanted to share some things he said that I found profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When talking about how he would pray to God as a child that He would give him arms and legs, he said it would have been sad if God would have answered that prayer because through his story and the way God made him, others were coming to know Christ.  He said, "If God doesn't give you a miracle today, you are a miracle of God."  He also said, "What God doesn't change, he has a plan."  "Remain the miracle God made you to be."  "Be thankful for what you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also wanted to include the verses he said have helped him through some depressing times in his life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 31 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 1As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. 2His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" 3"Neither this man nor his parents sinned," said Jesus, "but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life." John 9:1-3.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found his testimony incredibly encouraging (and of course I bawled like a baby through most of it).  It was just incredibly touching and I felt like I could definitely relate, not just because I have a child with special needs, but in the ups and downs of life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached is a video I found on YouTube.  There are tons more if you want to see more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u3LFBqvvW-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u3LFBqvvW-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8142610031530102667?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8142610031530102667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8142610031530102667' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8142610031530102667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8142610031530102667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7047393780398273739</id><published>2009-06-12T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:41:11.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit with Harper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was such a fun day!  I got to go with my friend, Kandi, to see Kelly and Harper!  Kelly lives about three hours from us.  I had the best time catching up with Kandi on the way to and from Kelly's house.  The entire drive seemed like it only took 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMNzmEx4_I/AAAAAAAACeM/qtR4eHyyBYM/s1600-h/IMG_2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMNzmEx4_I/AAAAAAAACeM/qtR4eHyyBYM/s400/IMG_2728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346632362663994354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper was excited about our visit.  Ha!  This is the first time I have gotten to see Harper in person, and believe me, she is just as beautiful as her pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMQCJ5ikXI/AAAAAAAACe8/ugbJFGgRVY0/s1600-h/Harper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMQCJ5ikXI/AAAAAAAACe8/ugbJFGgRVY0/s400/Harper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634811821953394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is just the sweetest little thing!  I could have taken her home with me!She was so tired but  didn't want to take a nap.  I guess she thought we were just too exciting.   Ha!  She did let me hold her, but she really preferred Kandi.  Blondes DO have all the fun!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMQCAU5LTI/AAAAAAAACe0/D9vO4GAk6lE/s1600-h/L%26K%26H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMQCAU5LTI/AAAAAAAACe0/D9vO4GAk6lE/s400/L%26K%26H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634809252326706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMN0EuUOTI/AAAAAAAACeU/Ia_x9JcMf78/s1600-h/IMG_2726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMN0EuUOTI/AAAAAAAACeU/Ia_x9JcMf78/s400/IMG_2726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346632370891274546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty friends, Kelly and Kandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMPTu0_8uI/AAAAAAAACes/LbDTIq5yK6Y/s1600-h/lah2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMPTu0_8uI/AAAAAAAACes/LbDTIq5yK6Y/s400/lah2%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634014281167586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kandi and Kelly were roommates and I (and my roommate, Jennifer) was their suitemate.  This is us in about 1992 before we went to the homecoming game.  I was evidently in my Brooke Shields eyebrows phase.  Hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having us, Kelly!  We had THE best time with you and Harper!  I also enjoyed the scrumptious lunch you made for us!  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pool is STILL not complete.  They were installing the liner and realized we weren't sent the right one, so they left the wrong one in to protect the bottom from the storm we had today.  When I got home, Evan had turned it into a waterslide.  =)  I'm appalled he was sliding into that nasty water.  SIGH!  Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMN0lc0tNI/AAAAAAAACek/tdLlhiD0vno/s1600-h/IMG_2730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMN0lc0tNI/AAAAAAAACek/tdLlhiD0vno/s400/IMG_2730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346632379676275922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7047393780398273739?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7047393780398273739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7047393780398273739' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7047393780398273739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7047393780398273739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/visit-with-harper.html' title='A Visit with Harper'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjMNzmEx4_I/AAAAAAAACeM/qtR4eHyyBYM/s72-c/IMG_2728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-1157368655927933416</id><published>2009-06-11T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:34:44.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several of you have asked for a pool update.  I haven't really updated on it because honestly not much was happening while we were getting all that rain.  The "pool man" told us we should be in it by this weekend, but this is what it looks like right now at 2:15 Thursday afternoon.  I have a hard time believing we'll be swimming on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjFYXtRKu5I/AAAAAAAACdw/jqy_Uf9euG4/s1600-h/IMG_2717_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjFYXtRKu5I/AAAAAAAACdw/jqy_Uf9euG4/s400/IMG_2717_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346151396977326994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They just finished the inside of the pool and are supposed to drop the liner in today.  I think then it will start to really feel like it is almost done.  While it was cool and rainy, it didn't both me that it wasn't complete, but now that it is hot and sunny it is a different story.  Last weekend was torture because Derek was at drill and the kids and I were stuck in the house all weekend because the backyard was/is a construction zone and it's not safe for them to be out there.  It was a long weekend with two little ones that had lots of energy to burn and nowhere to do it!  =)  Hopefully, this weekend they will get plenty of exercise swimming like little fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think even more than the swimming pool, Derek is mostly excited about his square of concrete that will be his little basketball court.  Derek is quite the b-baller and is known by a lot of his friends as a mean 3 point shooter and was often called "D-Rock" or "D-Train."  Ha!  Anyway, I had told him I would really love to engrave our initials in the concrete of the ball court and was shocked when he agreed!  We almost waited too late, but we did get our initials in there before the concrete got way too hard.  I put a big "H" with all our initials and the date around it.  I think Derek was okay with it because he is covering the entire thing with this stuff that makes it look like an actual court with a lane, 3 point line, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjFYXcCCrNI/AAAAAAAACdo/pzoes6w4lo4/s1600-h/bball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjFYXcCCrNI/AAAAAAAACdo/pzoes6w4lo4/s400/bball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346151392350481618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt a little sorry for him as he was putting up his "official" goal and got to the part of mounting the backboard and noticed he was shorted a part.  Spaulding said it was on backorder at first, but thankfully a nice lady (I think the third person he talked to) said they DID have the part and would send it right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjFa2lG3Z9I/AAAAAAAACeA/h69vBzV0dto/s1600-h/bball+pole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjFa2lG3Z9I/AAAAAAAACeA/h69vBzV0dto/s400/bball+pole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346154126385833938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lone pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the pool guys are back from lunch.  I'll post a picture at the end of today to show where we are and if we are on track for the weekend.  Derek is getting ready to be out of town for a big chunk of the summer, and it would be terrible if he doesn't get to swim or play basketball before he leaves.  Bless his heart.&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/1760284705417192775-1157368655927933416?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1157368655927933416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=1157368655927933416' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1157368655927933416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/1157368655927933416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/pool-progress.html' title='Pool Progress'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjFYXtRKu5I/AAAAAAAACdw/jqy_Uf9euG4/s72-c/IMG_2717_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7813626896723611864</id><published>2009-06-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:16:12.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjB1y7_8abI/AAAAAAAACdg/ObkbfF9Q6AQ/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjB1y7_8abI/AAAAAAAACdg/ObkbfF9Q6AQ/s400/IMG_2601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902275648580018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella Grace is one funny chick!  It's so cute to see her little sense of humor emerge.  It's amazing to me that she already knows how to tease others (in a cute way of course).  She loves to tell me I'm precious (and, no, I did not and do not coax her), but my mom and sister love to tell her they are precious, and she will tell them they are NOT and will say, "Momma precious."  Ha!  Then, they will ask her who is precious.  She will start answering me and then go down the list of every family member not to include the person that is asking.  The whole time she is sporting a grin.  It's just SO funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, she dropped some spaghetti on her foot at dinner and said, "Momma I got "sketti" on my big toe.  Will  you lick it?"  I laughed out loud (and, no, I did NOT lick it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I tickle her, she says, "My pits are closed," meaning not to tickle her under her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She STILL says, "Momma, I love you all the time," and I eat it up!  I hope she never stops saying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me Monday, "My brother is so sweet."  Hope she always feels that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She begged for me to paint her fingernails for the first time this week.  We have painted her toenails lots of times but never her fingers.  Well, I did it, and she LOVES them.  After I painted them, she said, "Just like Emily," her friend.  We haven't seen Emily for about two months.  Amazing she remembered that.  She remembers EVERYTHING (especially if has anything to do with fashion or accessories)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls Target "the circle store" because of their logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to order cheese dip at Chik-fil-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to jot down a few things I don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and PLEASE don't be jealous, but guess who I get to see on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjB1ygMD1JI/AAAAAAAACdY/I2D5VoFn6fI/s1600-h/Harper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjB1ygMD1JI/AAAAAAAACdY/I2D5VoFn6fI/s400/Harper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902268183205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one and only Miss Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that I am trying to rub it in (well, maybe a little-ha!).  This will be the first time I have seen her in person, and I am SO excited.  I just can't wait to get my mitts on her (that is if I can tear her away from her mommy for a minute)!  =)&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/1760284705417192775-7813626896723611864?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7813626896723611864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7813626896723611864' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7813626896723611864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7813626896723611864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-girl.html' title='Funny Girl'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SjB1y7_8abI/AAAAAAAACdg/ObkbfF9Q6AQ/s72-c/IMG_2601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-491443858726502731</id><published>2009-06-07T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:26:16.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Found Jesus!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my old blogging routine...writing about what we've been up to every other day and then getting to read all my favorite blogs.  So much is happening...babies being born, rooms getting redecorated, kids graduating from Kindergarten AND high school.  It's hard to keep up.  I'm just missing y'all.  Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Tuesday was Evan's last day of school.  It was so bittersweet.  I am thrilled how well he has done this year and all he has accomplished, but I am also sad to leave the sweet teachers, therapists and paraprofessionals that I know God placed in our paths.  We will miss them.  I stopped by a little early and brought them each a plant, note and little picture of Evan.  I thought the little plants turned out so cute.  The florist did them, so I can't take credit.  I just love the little buckets!  I made it out of there without crying.  Now, that was a miracle (I did come a little close a couple of times though)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Six1LZThTTI/AAAAAAAACdQ/T8gkfK9Pcgk/s1600-h/IMG_2670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Six1LZThTTI/AAAAAAAACdQ/T8gkfK9Pcgk/s400/IMG_2670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775696413707570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated several days later with a trip to The Jump Zone.  Fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixvN-GGXCI/AAAAAAAACcw/hzFvysl7nBI/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixvN-GGXCI/AAAAAAAACcw/hzFvysl7nBI/s400/IMG_2638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344769143579499554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My three kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixvN73JreI/AAAAAAAACco/9gr0MIoUn3g/s1600-h/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixvN73JreI/AAAAAAAACco/9gr0MIoUn3g/s400/IMG_2635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344769142979931618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl and me taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday we got to go to the school Evan will attend next year, and I have a feeling (after meeting the teacher) that we will be equally blessed next year.  Tomorrow starts his first day at A-Camp.  I'm so excited about it.  I just know Evan will have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sixze8pqFII/AAAAAAAACdI/D8zfcDksyno/s1600-h/IMG_2685_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Sixze8pqFII/AAAAAAAACdI/D8zfcDksyno/s400/IMG_2685_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344773833296057474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this just the cutest little logo?  I can't wait to take a picture of him tomorrow in his little camp uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday morning, I awoke, like most mornings, with Ella Grace's head in my back.  She has gotten into a habit of sneaking into our bed at night.  We have  the best of intentions of moving her back to her bed, but lately it just hasn't happened.  I guess Momma and Daddy are just tired!  Well, Friday morning, the kiddos and I slept in.  Derek was already gone for the morning when EG and I woke up.  I had no more opened my eyes and she said, "Momma, I found Jesus!"  I was so surprised at this statement by my two-year-old.  I asked her, "What did you say?"  She said again so proudly, "I found Jesus.  Let me show you."  Well, she had indeed found Jesus.  Remember&lt;a href="http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tunes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?  Well, he is found and has been getting lots of loving over the past several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixzelL3hNI/AAAAAAAACdA/WK84RYlGMpU/s1600-h/IMG_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixzelL3hNI/AAAAAAAACdA/WK84RYlGMpU/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344773826997093586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesus has been found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixvOMhUM6I/AAAAAAAACc4/ytq7kjiAjh0/s1600-h/IMG_2655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SixvOMhUM6I/AAAAAAAACc4/ytq7kjiAjh0/s400/IMG_2655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344769147451749282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture.  This evening I found her curled up reading to her baby, "Abby."  She always wants to cover up with this tablecloth she drags out of the China chest.  I guess she just thinks it is a comfy blanket.  Wow!  She looks so big here!  Time please stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-491443858726502731?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/491443858726502731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=491443858726502731' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/491443858726502731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/491443858726502731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-jesus.html' title='&quot;I Found Jesus!&quot;'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/Six1LZThTTI/AAAAAAAACdQ/T8gkfK9Pcgk/s72-c/IMG_2670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-5267512015266352652</id><published>2009-06-01T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:39:10.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Your "Star"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;My sweet friend, Kandi, sent this to me today.  It was a copy of Ben Stein's final column.  Wow!  I wanted to share it with you, too.  It made me think about my husband, my son, and Evan's teachers and therapists as tears flowed down my cheeks as I read his words.  If you have a few minutes, read it.  Well said, Ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stein's final column --&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="_x0000_i1025" src="http://f830.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f772529%5fAA1Xv9EAAIbKSiQheAnGJkutaNc&amp;amp;pid=3&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" width="150" border="0" height="182" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For many years &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_7"&gt;Ben Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has written a biweekly   column called 'Monday Night  At Morton's.' (Morton's is a famous chain   of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from   around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other   things in his life.  Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of   your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ben Stein's Last  Column...&lt;br /&gt; How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I begin to write this, I 'slug' it, as we writers say, which means I put a   heading on top of the document to identify it.   This heading is   'eonline FINAL,' and it gives me a shiver to write  it.  I have   been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started.    I loved writing this column so much for so long I  came to believe   it would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It worked well for a  long time, but gradually, my changing as a person   and the world's change have overtaken it On a small scale, Morton's, while   better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to.  It   still brings in the rich  people in droves and definitely some stars.    I saw &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_8"&gt;Samuel L.  Jackson there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a few   days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before  that, I saw and had   a splendid talk with &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_9"&gt;Warren Beatty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in an   elevator,  in which we agreed that &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_10"&gt;Splendor in   the Grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a super movie.   But Morton's is not the &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_11"&gt;star galaxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it once was, though it probably will be   again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beyond that, a bigger change has happened..?  I no longer think  &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_12"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt; stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are terribly important.  They are   uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve   to be treated.  But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing   lines and reciting them in  front of a camera is no longer my idea of a &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;shining star&lt;/span&gt; we should all  look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How  can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in   insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a 'star' we mean   someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model?  Real stars   are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting   trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have   Vietnamese girls do their nails..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any   longer.   A real star is the soldier of the &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_13"&gt;4th   Infantry Division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who poked his head into a hole on a farm near  &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_14"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;Tikrit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;, Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    .  He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets.    Instead, he faced an abject &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_15"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A  real star is the U.S.    soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of  &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;Baghdad&lt;/span&gt;    .  He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier   in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance   on a street near where he was guarding a station.  He pushed her aside   and threw himself on it just as it  exploded. He left a family desolate   in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_16"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; and a little girl alive in  Baghdad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish   weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of  Mosul even after two of their buddies    were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of    trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We put couples with  incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our   magazines.  The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military   pay but stand on guard in &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_17"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_18"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and on   ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle    are anonymous as they live and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor   values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who   is eating at Morton's is a big subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament... the policemen   and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will   return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been   in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses   who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men   and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the  &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_19"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt; Trade  Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the towers began to   collapse.  Now you have my idea of a real  hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters    This is my highest and best use as a human.   I can put it   another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be  as great an actor   as Olivier or as good a comic as &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_20"&gt;Steve Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   or &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243884381_21"&gt;Martin Mull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or Fred Willard--or as good an   economist as Samuelson or  Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald.    Or even remotely close to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But, I could be a  devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and,   above all, a good son  to the parents who had done so much for me.    This came to be my main task in life.  I did it moderately well   with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with   my sister's  help).  I cared for and paid attention to them in   their declining  years.  I stayed with my father as he got sick,   went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my   sister and me reading him the Psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in   Iraq or the firefighters   in New York    .  I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that   matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved   upon me, to help others He  has placed in my path.  This is my   highest and best use as a human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Faith is not believing that God can.  It is knowing that God will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By  Ben Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1026" src="http://f830.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f772529%5fAA1Xv9EAAIbKSiQheAnGJkutaNc&amp;amp;pid=4&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" width="408" border="0" height="640" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-5267512015266352652?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5267512015266352652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=5267512015266352652' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5267512015266352652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/5267512015266352652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-is-your-star.html' title='Who is Your &quot;Star&quot;?'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-7800287743023173173</id><published>2009-05-29T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:10:50.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things...They are a Changin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't been a very good blogger lately.  To say we are busy, well we just ARE.  I always thought things would slow down when Evan got in big school, but if anything we are just busier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evan has three days left of school.  Wednesday will mark his last day of his first year of school.  I spent three years prior worrying myself sick about his school placement, the teachers he would get, etc., etc., and this year has been nothing but a HUGE blessing.  He got the perfect placement with the most amazing teachers and aide.  They have loved Evan and he has learned SO much this year.  We've been blessed!  As if that wasn't already fantastic, I had heard our school district was going to start a class just for children with autism.  It was going to be a small class (just eight students) and was going to incorporate the curriculum Evan was already using and doing SO well with.  The class was approved, and they are putting the class at Evan's neighborhood school!!!  No more three hour commute every single day.  Evan will be going to his home zoned school next year to a placement I think is perfect for him.  I will miss the teachers he has this year, but I know they have prepared him to move on.  I just can't believe out of all the schools, in the district they picked Evan's neighborhood school!!!  We are so excited and SO incredibly thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This summer Evan will go to A-Camp (An Awesome Camp for Kids with Autism).  It is the first year for the camp that two moms have worked tirelessly to make a reality.  Seven kiddos with autism (most of them we already know) will spend Monday thru Friday together just having FUN!  Evan has worked so hard since age two.  It is about time for some F-U-N!  They will have theme weeks and lots of activities and play.  My biggest hope for his time at A-Camp (in addition to the fun) is for Evan to develop friendships.  That is a hard thing with autism...most of them don't really care to form those kind of relationships.  I want that so badly for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our summer will be busy because in addition to camp, he is going to another academic program and we still have to fit in speech and occupational therapies and swimming lessons.  Other than that, my plan is for LOTS of time at HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hosted Bunco last night.  It was my first time to host and I had so much fun planning it.  Since it was Cinco de Mayo month, I went with a Mexican theme.  We had chicken enchiladas, salad, corn dip and cheese dip.  I also got the cutest "fiesta" decorations at Party City.  We have the best mommy group in my little town.  I have formed some great friendships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my sister's corn dip.  Here is the recipe.  It is so easy and is SO yummy served with Fritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA93RRysvI/AAAAAAAACcg/yl3h1C5z8XM/s1600-h/IMG_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA93RRysvI/AAAAAAAACcg/yl3h1C5z8XM/s400/IMG_2611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341337177801536242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans whole kernel corn&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch green onion&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C chopped pickeled jalepenos&lt;br /&gt;8 oz sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 C mayonaise&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs Accent&lt;br /&gt;12 oz grated cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just mix all together and chill before serving.  It's delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Derek and the kids didn't get home until 10:00 last night since they had to hide out while I had Bunco, we all decided to sleep in this morning.  Evan was so excited this morning not to have to go to school.  We spent the morning at the park with some friends and then went to lunch.  The weather is so beautiful and we had such a great time.  I got some cute pics of the kidlets while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA4ymiO8SI/AAAAAAAACbI/SfptiAa28lI/s1600-h/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA4ymiO8SI/AAAAAAAACbI/SfptiAa28lI/s400/IMG_2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331600050155810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as we were out of the car, Evan was running to the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6oSjmK1I/AAAAAAAACbw/r6128x13YtI/s1600-h/IMG_2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6oSjmK1I/AAAAAAAACbw/r6128x13YtI/s400/IMG_2575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333621911726930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could he BE any cuter?  I just don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6o215WMI/AAAAAAAACcA/n-BOaBuWAVw/s1600-h/IMG_2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6o215WMI/AAAAAAAACcA/n-BOaBuWAVw/s400/IMG_2584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333631652157634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella Grace climbed to the top herself but then was too scared to slide down without a little help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6oogsuoI/AAAAAAAACb4/vqTONgLTJGI/s1600-h/IMG_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6oogsuoI/AAAAAAAACb4/vqTONgLTJGI/s400/IMG_2580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333627805153922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not scared of anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA4y5N_pFI/AAAAAAAACbQ/bYJQCoxf9E4/s1600-h/IMG_2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA4y5N_pFI/AAAAAAAACbQ/bYJQCoxf9E4/s400/IMG_2586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331605065540690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking to the bridge to see the "chocolate water" as EG called it.  It really was rather murky.  When I took this picture, she was yelling, "Wait up guys!"  She is getting SO big and talking SO big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6pLbi9xI/AAAAAAAACcI/k0YOCP7m_X8/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6pLbi9xI/AAAAAAAACcI/k0YOCP7m_X8/s400/IMG_2589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333637178783506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm on the countdown until my cruise.  I have been working out like a mad woman trying to get in shape.  I have continued running after the run clinic ended.  Tomorrow we run four miles for the first time.  One of my friends is trying to convince me to run a 1/2 marathon that is coming up in October.  She has us on a training schedule.  I haven't completely committed to it, but I've been participating in the training, so we'll see what happens.  I am enjoying it though.  I have also been going to boot camp five days a week.  We just finished up the first camp that was five weeks.  I have lost a total of 9.5 inches and 8 lbs.  I'm going to keep at it until we set sail.  It has been some hard work but I have had the best time.  It is so much easier for me when I know someone is counting on me to be there to work out or run.  If it is left just up to me, it just won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big change for us will be in the Fall.  I signed Ella Grace up for Mother's Day Out at our church.  I thought I had actually decided she was not going to go, but she is SO ready and I think she really needs the social interaction.  I decided to go by and visit.  We got to go in the classroom and play on the playground for a bit.  The best part of sitting in on the praise and worship time.  Let me tell  you it was PRECIOUS.  These little ones were reciting memory verses and finishing parts of a Bible story.  They were singing and doing hand motions to the song.  I thought I might just pass out from all the sweetness!  I decided it was a great fit for EG, so I signed her up.  It was only confirmed when we were walking out the door and Ella said, "I had the best day!"  We were only there two hours.  Ha!  I'm a little sad, but it will be so good for her, and it's only one day.  Right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6pUoopGI/AAAAAAAACcQ/7p1kVr86jPg/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA6pUoopGI/AAAAAAAACcQ/7p1kVr86jPg/s400/IMG_2601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333639649600610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has also graduated to big hair bows.  I just packed up all of the little ones to give to a friend.  =(  They are just growing up too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, that's what we've been up to.  I've missed all of you and look forward to catching up on blogs hopefully this weekend.  Hope you and yours and doing well.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-7800287743023173173?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7800287743023173173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=7800287743023173173' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7800287743023173173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/7800287743023173173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/thingsthey-are-changin.html' title='Things...They are a Changin&apos;'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SiA93RRysvI/AAAAAAAACcg/yl3h1C5z8XM/s72-c/IMG_2611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8571217063108139256</id><published>2009-05-21T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:13:26.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so excited about Kris Allen winning AI.  I felt a little silly when I found myself bawling at the end of that loooong two hour show, especially when Ella Grace asked me, "Momma, are you so proud?  Are you crying?"  Ha!  I just love it when other people's dreams come true.  I cry at the end of pageants, big sporting events, Hallmark commercials, etc.  Just the way I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine on FaceBook posted this video of Kris leading worship at my church.  It also features my home town.  These are spots I see daily.  Thought you might like to see a glimpse of my church and my town.  Plus, Kris' version of "God of this City" is amazing.  LOVE that song!  I hope you enjoy it.  I couldn't get it to upload, but you can copy and paste this address to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=81670628151&amp;amp;h=3LGIU&amp;amp;u=kBPzn&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-8571217063108139256?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8571217063108139256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8571217063108139256' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8571217063108139256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8571217063108139256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-video.html' title='Kris Video'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-8290511785169452960</id><published>2009-05-18T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:01:20.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Sing About Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, on an errand to the post office, I hear the tiny voice of my precious 2-year-old daughter say, "Momma, I want to sing about Jesus!"  This is the first time she has EVER said that.   My heart melted right then and there.  I bet we sang "Jesus Loves Me" 50 times today and it was the most precious time with her.  I never want to forget that moment.  She also begs to go to church throughout the week.  I pray she always wants to "...sing about Jesus," and "...go  church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/ShIauPMC87I/AAAAAAAACbA/W_M_pMsM0kY/s1600-h/New+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/ShIauPMC87I/AAAAAAAACbA/W_M_pMsM0kY/s400/New+Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337357890040820658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet baby girl&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/1760284705417192775-8290511785169452960?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8290511785169452960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=8290511785169452960' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8290511785169452960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/8290511785169452960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-sing-about-jesus.html' title='I Want to Sing About Jesus'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/ShIauPMC87I/AAAAAAAACbA/W_M_pMsM0kY/s72-c/New+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3069661297540112045</id><published>2009-05-12T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:12:33.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what did you guys think about tonight's show?  First of all, the judges drive me crazy.  They behave so immaturely that it is a distraction away from the contestants.  Silliness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think all three of the guys are incredibly talented and did a great job tonight, but I sure hope Kris wins.  Danny seems sweet and he would be my second choice.  I just can't get on board with Adam's theatrical style.  Kris is definitely my favorite (and would be still even if he wasn't from my home state, a city over, and a worship leader at my church).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgobIqKkj1I/AAAAAAAACa4/ABpwSem3UJY/s1600-h/Kris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgobIqKkj1I/AAAAAAAACa4/ABpwSem3UJY/s400/Kris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335106544145305426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our view of Kris when he came to Little Rock for his home visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never voted for an AI contestant until this season and it has just been the last several weeks.  It will be interesting to see where Allison's votes go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you rooting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760284705417192775-3069661297540112045?l=thehortonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3069661297540112045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760284705417192775&amp;postID=3069661297540112045' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3069661297540112045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760284705417192775/posts/default/3069661297540112045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehortonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol_12.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Leigh Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891397618715040215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgobIqKkj1I/AAAAAAAACa4/ABpwSem3UJY/s72-c/Kris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760284705417192775.post-3658365129653429667</id><published>2009-05-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:15:57.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been over a week since I last blogged.  Wow!  That is a record for me.  I've missed it and I've missed all of you!  I have been so busy with just day-to-day stuff and training for the 5K and doing Boot Camp.  I am just zapped at night and just feel like going to be when I could be blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy around here, but we've been having a lot of fun, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday, we headed down town for Ella Grace's very first concert...Kris Allen from American Idol.  He only sang for about seven minutes.  I heard he had a very full schedule.  It was fun to be a part of the AI experience, even in just a little way.  I really hope he wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWfUYL-GI/AAAAAAAACaI/LcUbL6jsgEE/s1600-h/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWfUYL-GI/AAAAAAAACaI/LcUbL6jsgEE/s400/IMG_2429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334749592154798178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWfL-fv2I/AAAAAAAACaA/hdc2bnQx_nU/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWfL-fv2I/AAAAAAAACaA/hdc2bnQx_nU/s400/IMG_2426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334749589899558754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took EG to lunch before her first show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVkCkimgI/AAAAAAAACZA/9MNtbK_MwFw/s1600-h/IMG_2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVkCkimgI/AAAAAAAACZA/9MNtbK_MwFw/s400/IMG_2440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748573762492930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The concert goers.  I think EG was more impressed with the dog next to her that was wearing some sort of rain jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday morning I ran the 5K for the Women Run Arkansas Clinic.  It was such a blast!  I ran the entire 3 miles without stopping.  That was my goal, so it felt good to cross the finish line having done that.  I ran a little over 12.5 minute miles.  Maybe next year I'll be a little faster.  It was such a great experience all around.  I made some great new friends and it was just awesome to see women in our community coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVlJrD2MI/AAAAAAAACZg/eVOeIX7sL7E/s1600-h/IMG_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVlJrD2MI/AAAAAAAACZg/eVOeIX7sL7E/s400/IMG_2460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748592848754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought our shirts we so cute.  This is what the back said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVkbc61uI/AAAAAAAACZI/Gx4TgaJOwns/s1600-h/IMG_2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVkbc61uI/AAAAAAAACZI/Gx4TgaJOwns/s400/IMG_2451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748580441413346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister works just about every Saturday, but this Saturday she was off and surprised me by coming to the race.  Isn't that SOOOO sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVki8CYhI/AAAAAAAACZQ/kPVGM44oozE/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVki8CYhI/AAAAAAAACZQ/kPVGM44oozE/s400/IMG_2453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748582450979346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I trained mainly with Faye and Rachel.  I know Rachel because our husbands were deployed together.  I was so excited when I saw her at the first clinic.  She and her mom were a mother/daughter team.  Her mom has lost 100 lbs. by following Weight Watchers and working out.  She was a MACHINE (not to mention a huge inspiration)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWeUxRUSI/AAAAAAAACZo/RLGBDOTQXH8/s1600-h/IMG_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWeUxRUSI/AAAAAAAACZo/RLGBDOTQXH8/s400/IMG_2462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334749575080136994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My running buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVk736egI/AAAAAAAACZY/dyM5icQRTnA/s1600-h/IMG_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjVk736egI/AAAAAAAACZY/dyM5icQRTnA/s400/IMG_2459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748589144570370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my biggest supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWes9kzOI/AAAAAAAACZw/6PpV1y1ngTI/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWes9kzOI/AAAAAAAACZw/6PpV1y1ngTI/s400/IMG_2461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334749581574196450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cheering section...my sister Millicent, Derek and Rachel husband, Cole.  I thought it was funny that the ambulance was in the back ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K36xmZxkZqc/SgjWe6d_LoI/AAAAAAAACZ4/IoEzrpKEODI/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400
