<?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-2336203518706198478</id><updated>2011-10-25T17:12:10.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soffos Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-451783874802778309</id><published>2011-10-18T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:53:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klayton starring as "Sarah"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X2CUW4As1rw?hl=en&amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-451783874802778309?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/451783874802778309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=451783874802778309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/451783874802778309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/451783874802778309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2011/10/klayton-starring-as-sarah.html' title='Klayton starring as &quot;Sarah&quot;'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X2CUW4As1rw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8590401142236461879</id><published>2011-02-11T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:50:21.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets start this whole blogging thing over...</title><content type='html'>So we are going to pretend I just starting blogging and that I didn't abandon something that was documenting all the stuff we do as a family. Yup sounds like a great idea to me. I love reading everyone's blogs and for months I didn't even get to do that. But its a new year, new blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have been up to lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)My kids are growing up so fast, not really babies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) We went to Disney for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Klay lost his first tooth, and Kensley lost another! (Poor girl can barely eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) We got a new puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) We hosted Thanksgiving at our house this year, and it was so nice to have everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) We are revamping our playroom, more of a family room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) We keep getting snow here in Central Arkansas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a lot has been going on, its hard archive it all. Some pictures to tell the stories.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0EeJUTYMlY/TVVwrOCelwI/AAAAAAAAA88/gc92YmZas7w/s1600/IMG_9132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0EeJUTYMlY/TVVwrOCelwI/AAAAAAAAA88/gc92YmZas7w/s400/IMG_9132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572484001746032386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qMsChxEkwE/TVVwq6T7RyI/AAAAAAAAA80/Jxi0J9QOgF4/s1600/IMG_9089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qMsChxEkwE/TVVwq6T7RyI/AAAAAAAAA80/Jxi0J9QOgF4/s400/IMG_9089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572483996450506530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgw_fbNxH40/TVVwqlNl-wI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5-ScopuCICg/s1600/IMG_8972.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/-Qgw_fbNxH40/TVVwqlNl-wI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5-ScopuCICg/s400/IMG_8972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572483990786800386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WcVXRJ-uqY/TVVzYPkmK_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/iaT1tj7udgw/s1600/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WcVXRJ-uqY/TVVzYPkmK_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/iaT1tj7udgw/s400/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572486974274939890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31xBkxc557g/TVVzX9ajXQI/AAAAAAAAA9M/SCxqxwoajpA/s1600/PB256813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31xBkxc557g/TVVzX9ajXQI/AAAAAAAAA9M/SCxqxwoajpA/s400/PB256813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572486969400974594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsOtDPLyAkA/TVVzXaMKyWI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8m7KETm3jtU/s1600/IMG_9285.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/-jsOtDPLyAkA/TVVzXaMKyWI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8m7KETm3jtU/s400/IMG_9285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572486959945402722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKRJESbSZlM/TVV2RasMupI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rrQREB81QEE/s1600/DSC00178.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/-qKRJESbSZlM/TVV2RasMupI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rrQREB81QEE/s400/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572490155535415954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw0B2ACD2h4/TVV2RHytzBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZpBsz5kjLZ0/s1600/DSC00090.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/-Lw0B2ACD2h4/TVV2RHytzBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZpBsz5kjLZ0/s400/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572490150462475282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8590401142236461879?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8590401142236461879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8590401142236461879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8590401142236461879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8590401142236461879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-start-this-whole-blogging-thing.html' title='Lets start this whole blogging thing over...'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0EeJUTYMlY/TVVwrOCelwI/AAAAAAAAA88/gc92YmZas7w/s72-c/IMG_9132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4235248110695096254</id><published>2010-05-13T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:23:29.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>We had a very busy Easter weekend. Lots of egg hunting, candy eating, and great worship!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the class egg hunt. My sister got to come to Kensley's class, which a great treat for Kensley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w65sfk5DI/AAAAAAAAA6s/BDCru4KGOtI/s1600/DSC01653.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w65sfk5DI/AAAAAAAAA6s/BDCru4KGOtI/s400/DSC01653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812410218865714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy had her first egg dying experience. The egg lost the battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w66Cx_rMI/AAAAAAAAA60/cmHbN6SXuwQ/s1600/DSC01662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w66Cx_rMI/AAAAAAAAA60/cmHbN6SXuwQ/s400/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812416201698498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy in some grilling action. Our old grill bite the dust, so we had to get a new one. Cabe is in Egg Head heaven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w66c_zPeI/AAAAAAAAA68/tFEEgFc4WRM/s1600/DSC01669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w66c_zPeI/AAAAAAAAA68/tFEEgFc4WRM/s400/DSC01669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812423238925794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter bunny goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w-idfXbcI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9m7Q9Xdg-z0/s1600/IMG_8181.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w-idfXbcI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9m7Q9Xdg-z0/s400/IMG_8181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470816409100971458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the yummy desserts! I made the candy nests, and I have to say this was the first Paula recipe I have tried where I liked my original better. She called for butter crisco instead of butter for the rice krispies. Never try that, it was awful! The key lime pie was so good! My sister said it took forever, but the work paid off. And my Mom's lemon cake, this is one of my all time favorite desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-xCzx6N2HI/AAAAAAAAA70/MVWnlQd5C-w/s1600/IMG_8184.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-xCzx6N2HI/AAAAAAAAA70/MVWnlQd5C-w/s400/IMG_8184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470821104686585970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay and my nephew Carson swapping eggs. They were so funny they didn't realize the money ones were the good ones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w-jVzWDWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/SKTgkYdnF38/s1600/IMG_8188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w-jVzWDWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/SKTgkYdnF38/s400/IMG_8188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470816424217152866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a group shot of our family in our Easter outfits. I had big plans, we all matched, but Klay and sidewalk chalk had other plans. Our cute church clothes didn't last long. And no Kensley didn't wear those flip flops with her dress. Luckily her cousin has big feet so she could borrow some play shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-xApl0FNFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Y8dtE1dcEZI/s1600/IMG_8211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-xApl0FNFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Y8dtE1dcEZI/s400/IMG_8211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470818730617680978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy LOVED hunting eggs! She liked it even more when she realized they were filled with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-xApC8MiMI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zGzxWmEBOcQ/s1600/IMG_8193.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-xApC8MiMI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zGzxWmEBOcQ/s400/IMG_8193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470818721256474818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Saturday night worship service at our church, it was so amazing I could of gone back the next day. It was a great Easter weekend and we are so blessed that "He is risen!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4235248110695096254?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4235248110695096254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4235248110695096254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4235248110695096254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4235248110695096254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-w65sfk5DI/AAAAAAAAA6s/BDCru4KGOtI/s72-c/DSC01653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8704449665178907945</id><published>2010-05-13T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:01:50.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Blog?</title><content type='html'>This was Kelly's post title and for me, this is SO appropriate. I know my family and friends that still check every once in a while (Linz-sis) are wondering why I even blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a faithful blogger, maybe not even update once a month, but I have precious kids and love to share what they have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Klay out yesterday to get some pictures of him. He did awesome!!! He loved that all the attention was on him, and didn't have the other kids around to mess with him. Its hard being the only boy! And this little man is definitely a ladies man! It is scary, I can just picture him at sixteen smooth talking some girls. Yes I'm already praying big time for this one. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-wwHR40YQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/LBdsDWiQuD4/s1600/IMG_8275_2.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-wwHR40YQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/LBdsDWiQuD4/s400/IMG_8275_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470800548967244034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-wwG2LwMBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_9p7bkccvtI/s1600/IMG_8239_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-wwG2LwMBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_9p7bkccvtI/s400/IMG_8239_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470800541530468370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8704449665178907945?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8704449665178907945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8704449665178907945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8704449665178907945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8704449665178907945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-blog.html' title='Why Blog?'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S-wwHR40YQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/LBdsDWiQuD4/s72-c/IMG_8275_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-3962369318184322855</id><published>2010-04-03T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:22:15.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>I know its really random that the first post I blog in three months is about the "Tooth Fairy", but the pictures were easily accessible and why not she is precious! &lt;br /&gt;Soon to come will be baby "Kwinny's" 1st Birthday pics(yes it did take place in November) but who's counting. Kensley actually lost her first tooth the night of Kennedy's party. Then lost her second the next night. It was busy around the Soffos house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S7cEnZNPUDI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Etl8eLxiB4o/s1600/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S7cEnZNPUDI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Etl8eLxiB4o/s400/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455834548410470450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my baby girl all grown up and losing her 1st tooth! Yes I bawled like a baby that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S7cEn6YiteI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rm_apRELknk/s1600/DSC01149.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S7cEn6YiteI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rm_apRELknk/s400/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455834557316249058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud and checking out her new grill while going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S7cEnMCm5EI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zys9gnB_QC4/s1600/DSC01208.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S7cEnMCm5EI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zys9gnB_QC4/s400/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455834544876217410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night number two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happens when you are a parent, you can hear a really funny story from someone and think "ha" that's funny but never think it will relate to your life. Well as I've learned from being a parent, ANYTHING can happen! Last year at our church women event a great speaker Priscilla Shier(which I'm now doing her bible study this semester and LOVE it!) spoke about how her son lost a tooth and her husband the "Tooth Fairy" gave him a $20! She was like what!?! And he proceeded to tell her that when all the grandparents gave the child money for their birthday he hid it and then gave it has tooth fairy money. I cracked up at that and even shared it with several people thinking it was too cute. Well Kensley finally pulling her tooth was not on my agenda so of course why would I have cash on me, I always use debit. So I have to confess that our tooth fairy was Kenendy's birthday money she had gotten that day at her party. Yes I know horrible taking from a little one on her 1st birthday, but I did pay her back. She had with drawls two nights in a row! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley thought it was the neatest thing waking up the next morning and seeing the tooth fairy had been there and left her $5.00. We decided on this, like all other things inflation has taken over and lets face it kids get more these days. We thought that was fair enough. Although she did let us pull the other tooth the next day in hopes the tooth fairy left a DS game :). We thought we had done good until Nana and Mimi come over and give the kid 20 bucks for losing a tooth. Really!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to enjoy her toothless grin for long, her other ones had already come in behind those so it was a must that she lose them. Now everyday she asks me if I think they are straightening out because she doesn't want braces. Oh to be a 6 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-3962369318184322855?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/3962369318184322855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=3962369318184322855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3962369318184322855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3962369318184322855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2010/04/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/S7cEnZNPUDI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Etl8eLxiB4o/s72-c/DSC01140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4740179738155109617</id><published>2009-12-11T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:15:12.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card 2009</title><content type='html'>This is our Christmas card this year, and I was so pleased with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKL3PhkibI/AAAAAAAAA50/SJ2bRUyqAaI/s1600-h/soffos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKL3PhkibI/AAAAAAAAA50/SJ2bRUyqAaI/s400/soffos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414043483229161906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the pictures was complete chaos, but suprisingly there were several that were so funny and real life that they turned out cute and hard to choose from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I didn't have your address this is our Merry Christmas from our family to yours!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4740179738155109617?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4740179738155109617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4740179738155109617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4740179738155109617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4740179738155109617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-card-2009.html' title='Christmas Card 2009'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKL3PhkibI/AAAAAAAAA50/SJ2bRUyqAaI/s72-c/soffos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-3991860687026114968</id><published>2009-12-11T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:57:54.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend plans</title><content type='html'>Well I won't be doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGiT0CC4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/TDf2qaXzWio/s1600-h/nov+11+park_2.ashx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGiT0CC4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/TDf2qaXzWio/s400/nov+11+park_2.ashx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414037626044943234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok so really I wouldn't be doing that, who am I kidding, last time I went skiing I got a black eye)&lt;br /&gt;But instead doing this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGh1f3H_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/syyVygD0CoA/s1600-h/shopping-logo-tss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGh1f3H_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/syyVygD0CoA/s400/shopping-logo-tss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414037617907277810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drinking one of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGiPc1rMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ekHzUNmliDM/s1600-h/whatsnew_promo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGiPc1rMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ekHzUNmliDM/s400/whatsnew_promo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414037624873921730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we are missing out on our ski trip we have had planned for months, and also that our dear sweet friend Lindsey will be making the venture alone without us or her husband. She will be in my thoughts and prayers alot of the weekend and next week. It is a big deal to be going at it alone and I hate I am missing all the fun with her. But work does rule things around here and Cabe is overloaded right now. Which is such a very huge blessing!!! Not for one minute do we don't thank God for the blessings his business have had this year, we know that he is so very fortunate to have so much work, when others have none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their have been some big blessings work wise come Cabe's way just within the past couple of weeks, and we both think it is opening so many doors for us. Cabe has wanted to really expand his business and span out more with his commercial work, and it is like God is taking him all over now and building his name in the business. It is such a huge praise!!! We just can't say more, than thank you God and all the doors you have opened for our family. I want to give back so much, and with Christmas season that just adds to me really wanting to help out others. Not to mention that this movie was just awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/poKvUy0xYuE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/poKvUy0xYuE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Cabe and I had a date night. We went and saw The Blind Side and ate at Loca Luna, one of our favorites! Both were excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have to share an early Christmas present to me and hubby. I have begged for one, and Cabe didn't think it I needed one. (Truth is Mr. Style wanted one for himself was the reason he didn't want me to get it first) Well we broke down last week and order us both one in case we did get to go skiing. Got it in yesterday and I just adore it. It is every thing I hoped it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGiimC-eI/AAAAAAAAA5s/JwzgDzeftPU/s1600-h/base_media.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGiimC-eI/AAAAAAAAA5s/JwzgDzeftPU/s400/base_media.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414037630012815842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Happy Friday everyone!!! I know that was a bunch of stuff all thrown into one post, maybe it I didn't post every 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post pictures of the kiddos birthdays this weekend, but not making any promises......Ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-3991860687026114968?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/3991860687026114968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=3991860687026114968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3991860687026114968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3991860687026114968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend plans'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyKGiT0CC4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/TDf2qaXzWio/s72-c/nov+11+park_2.ashx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5616069068284240047</id><published>2009-12-02T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:20:47.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kensey's 6th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So I am about a month behind on all my posts, but I am just now catching up with reality and sleep. Even though we are heading into the busy Christmas season, I am trying to just relax and enjoy my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's 1st birthday is now over with and birthdays are behind me until next fall! Yay!! It makes me really sad to know that they are another year older and that their birthdays have past. But at the same time, I am so relieved to not be preparing for parties anymore. I can now walk into Hobby Lobby without feeling like I want to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was Kensley's first birthday party where it was strictly friends and no family. She absolutely loved it!! I was really nervous about it because usually I do all the planning and take care of ever last detail for the party, and this time the party place just told us to show up. It turned out being really cute, and it was just what she wanted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a "Popstar" themed party, since Kensley's fav right now is Miss Montana! We had her party at a new boutique in town that also does glitter spa parties. We choose the runway model package where all the girls got the get manicures, makeup, and dress and but on a fashion show. Can I just say that at 5 and 6 these little girls already know how to work it!! SCARY!! Every one of them knew just what they wanted their makeup and nails to look like and each couldn't wait to put on the big fancy dresses. I have a feeling Cabe and I aren't gonna be prepared for the teen years with our girls. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;This is all the girls that were at Kensley's party, and the sweet lady in the middle is Kensley's Kindergarten teacher!! Is that not the sweetest thing ever that she would come on a Saturday to a students party. Such a blessing to us that she is her teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sxcu3eNaOVI/AAAAAAAAA48/EMvK02ji0Nk/s1600-h/IMG_6951.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sxcu3eNaOVI/AAAAAAAAA48/EMvK02ji0Nk/s400/IMG_6951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410845007845931346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest cake ever!! Kensley loved it!! I can not believe my sister can make things like this, and it tasted amazing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sxcu2j7YiVI/AAAAAAAAA40/AS6O6WFfgzM/s1600-h/IMG_6876.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sxcu2j7YiVI/AAAAAAAAA40/AS6O6WFfgzM/s400/IMG_6876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410844992201066834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we had a little birthday celebration out at our house and then went trick or treating. Kensley was a ladybug(but when I got her costume I realized it was really a lovebug), Klayton was Clifford the Big Red dog (I have to say that was the cutest big red dog I have ever seen!), Kennedy was a bunny rabbit, and Carson was a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had such a good time, especially Klay. He held his bag open the entire time, it was too funny!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sxcu2NnULRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/9tGYB_tEUTk/s1600-h/IMG_7070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sxcu2NnULRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/9tGYB_tEUTk/s400/IMG_7070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410844986211314962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyJ1dREpYqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/msnHCJ5Q69I/s1600-h/IMG_7080.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyJ1dREpYqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/msnHCJ5Q69I/s400/IMG_7080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018847712305826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really so so sad that my first little baby is now SIX years old!! She is such a sweet, loving, smart, funny, girly girl! We couldn't be more proud of her and she couldn't have her daddy more wrapped around her bright hot pink nail polished fingers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyJ1cws_1pI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LTWtIPxfd3I/s1600-h/IMG_7104.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SyJ1cws_1pI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LTWtIPxfd3I/s400/IMG_7104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018839023179410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5616069068284240047?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5616069068284240047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5616069068284240047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5616069068284240047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5616069068284240047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/12/kenseys-6th-birthday.html' title='Kensey&apos;s 6th Birthday!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sxcu3eNaOVI/AAAAAAAAA48/EMvK02ji0Nk/s72-c/IMG_6951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5792965226398833024</id><published>2009-11-25T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:59:01.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy is ONE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday sweet baby girl!!! You have stole all of our hearts through your first year, and found your place in family just nicely!! You complete our family, and will always be the baby. I think you know that really well too, because you can make your brother and sister do anything you want them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have grown so much this first year and it has gone by way too fast. It seems like yesterday we were holding you and you looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sw19-icnaWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/xAXScKeLaLY/s1600/IMG_0250.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sw19-icnaWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/xAXScKeLaLY/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408117240894024034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sw19-6jW5YI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lcJ_tIOH0L0/s1600/IMG_7780_2.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sw19-6jW5YI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lcJ_tIOH0L0/s400/IMG_7780_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408117247364752770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you in your road of life, and may you always know that you have a family that loves you more than words can express!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5792965226398833024?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5792965226398833024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5792965226398833024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5792965226398833024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5792965226398833024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/11/kennedy-is-one.html' title='Kennedy is ONE!!!!!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sw19-icnaWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/xAXScKeLaLY/s72-c/IMG_0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7148579199375125545</id><published>2009-10-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:34:20.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dryers and Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>I was so irritated today when my laundry got interrupted by the repairman. I have had my dryer like this for over a month now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukAmvL5uyI/AAAAAAAAA3U/yGny54-GRgU/s1600-h/IMG_6318.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukAmvL5uyI/AAAAAAAAA3U/yGny54-GRgU/s400/IMG_6318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397846293881666338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides it looking like this, it worked just fine. The knob that you turn to change the cycle has been wearing over the past few months, but not to where you couldn't use it. Cabe had asked for months that I call and schedule it to get fixed before it was out of warranty. So finally I crossed that call of my to-do-list. But the dryer was long out of warranty so I agreed to pay for the service call to fix the striped knob. Well the repairman came out in September and said he would have to order a whole new knob. Today is when the knob finally came in and he came to put my dryer back together. After him working on it for hours I started getting a little concerned about how much this so called quick fix service call was going to cost me. About that time he comes to get me to show me the dryer. His words "Well I've got some bad news!" Never a good thing from someone working on you stuff. He tells me that he was wrong and that wasn't the part he needed, so it isn't fixed, but now the knob won't turn at all and I can only do laundry on what the knob was last turned too. Do you want to know what the knob was set on?!? HIGH!! I mean great!! Unless I want my already too tight clothes tighter, I won't be drying anything for another month!! Cabe called him to check and see how long this part would take to get in, and what to you guess, he never called us back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so very irritated since this weekend is Kensley's birthday and we will be having people out. I was down to two loads left before every single item of laundry was folded and put away. No my never ending pile can stack up again. I was still so bummed about it that when I went to pick up Kensley from school I stopped my the store to buy a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper. (A thing I never do anymore, because one I'm trying to lose weight, two I don't drink anything with caffeine, and three because I'll end up with more kidney stones) But I needed a pick me up so I treated my self!! As soon as I got home I fixed a huge glass of ice and opened my DP. Well then what happens...... it has rolled in the car so it spews all over the kitchen. And of course Klay is right there to say, Mommy you are going to clean that up! Haha! Where do you think he has heard that? But once the floors were mopped I did sit down and enjoy my Dr. Pepper and my new Paula Deen magazine. I was all refreshed and ready to get back to work after my short lived break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the pumpkin patch a few weekends ago. I think we choose the coldest day in October, we enjoyed it, but didn't ride the hayride this year because we were all ready to get home and get in front of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwinny and Nana    I don't think my mom is ever looking in any picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukAnLZFwRI/AAAAAAAAA3c/db6ESqlqF3U/s1600-h/IMG_6429.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukAnLZFwRI/AAAAAAAAA3c/db6ESqlqF3U/s400/IMG_6429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397846301453173010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukAncNyOBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hz8ikybB5G4/s1600-h/IMG_6418.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukAncNyOBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hz8ikybB5G4/s400/IMG_6418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397846305969158162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracked me up because all three kids nostrils were flared it was so cold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDr7IbJSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Mfh1lib3jSQ/s1600-h/IMG_6442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDr7IbJSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Mfh1lib3jSQ/s400/IMG_6442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849681522533666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley loves the pumpkin patch because we have always made such a big deal out of fall and the tradition of going to the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDsK32N0I/AAAAAAAAA30/F-kidvh6cZY/s1600-h/IMG_6462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDsK32N0I/AAAAAAAAA30/F-kidvh6cZY/s400/IMG_6462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849685747971906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure Kennedy understood the place. She was so amazed by the turkeys they had there. My dad got her to start gobbling and it was the cutest thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDsvyMg9I/AAAAAAAAA38/HOroJb778BE/s1600-h/IMG_6471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDsvyMg9I/AAAAAAAAA38/HOroJb778BE/s400/IMG_6471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849695656379346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay could of cared less about pictures this day. I wanted my usual family pictures and he had other plans. The boy loved it too because it had rained so much and everything was a muddy mess. Me not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDs4xjbmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nBKxa3Tljc4/s1600-h/IMG_6478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukDs4xjbmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nBKxa3Tljc4/s400/IMG_6478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849698069605986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley, Carson, and Klayton    Carson is five months younger than Klay, and his is nearly as big as Kensley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukGpNC7zVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/k2T8T-dKOrg/s1600-h/IMG_6486.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukGpNC7zVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/k2T8T-dKOrg/s400/IMG_6486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397852933326622034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a few pictures with them all looking. This was one of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukGp0omltI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ybUcgkVUxTo/s1600-h/IMG_6507.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukGp0omltI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ybUcgkVUxTo/s400/IMG_6507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397852943953598162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7148579199375125545?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7148579199375125545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7148579199375125545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7148579199375125545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7148579199375125545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/10/dryers-and-pumpkins.html' title='Dryers and Pumpkins'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SukAmvL5uyI/AAAAAAAAA3U/yGny54-GRgU/s72-c/IMG_6318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4675498940214531356</id><published>2009-10-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:50:17.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1</title><content type='html'>I have the best intentions at keeping up with my blog, but lets face it I have three kids 5 and under! I'm lucky if I get in bed at 11:30 on a good night, not to mention all last week Kensley was home with swine flu! Huh, that is such a nasty name!!! We have been such germaphobs this fall, with all the talk about H1N1 and every other bug that is going around. But yep, we all got sick with something. I had not been myself for about two weeks, really fatigued and stomach bugs, then Cabe got it, and then Kensley. Klayton has had a few ear infections, but nothing major for him. Surprisingly he and Kennedy have been the healthiest of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor last week because I was just sick of the constant sinus stuff and stomach bug, aches..... they gave me some antibiotics and called it sinus issues. Kensley however missed school Monday because when she woke up her stomach was hurting her like Cabe and I and she was having aches. To be on the safe side I didn't send her to school, but Tuesday I thought she was well enough to go. Nope, the nurse called right before I was going to the doctor, and said she was asleep in her office. They said she didn't have a fever, but just didn't feel good. So we picked her up from school, and within 15 minutes she was burning up with fever. The next day we took her to the doctor and after a negative strep test they tested her for H1N1, and she was positive! Nightmare for me!!! She was really achy and ran a really high fever (104) for about two days, then it went away. She stayed home all week and I have to admit I truly loved it. I was thinking I might never send her back. I enjoyed not having to rush at night to have dinner, baths, and bedtime by 8. We hung out like the old days and weren't so rushed. I got to snuggle her every night on the couch and watch movies. It was a gift in disguise! I knew today would be really hard for me to send her back to school. She on the other hand was so thrilled to see her friends and teacher. She asked all last week if I was sure she couldn't go to school. It broke my heart knowing she was growing up and wishing to be with friends over family. Ok, maybe not to the extreme, but she is really changing lately. She seems so much more mature now that she is in school. I remember other mommy friends would tell me that their children grew up once they started school. It was another one of those type things you don't understand until you experience it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Kelly's blog tonight, and realized I'm not the only mommy who has those moments of emotion thinking something is changing and this might be your last. I never knew how much I cherished those days with none school aged babies at home. I'm probably also a little emotional because that said baby turns SIX this week!! I can't believe my little pumpkin has been her six years, it really does go by way too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there are no pictures today, I'm posting from my very ancient laptop that is about to bite the dust and I don't put pictures on here anymore in fear I may lose them. I'm update tomorrow about all our fall activities we have done lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4675498940214531356?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4675498940214531356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4675498940214531356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4675498940214531356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4675498940214531356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/10/h1n1.html' title='H1N1'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1077730188580178552</id><published>2009-10-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:38:58.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs... and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Two weekends ago we went to Jet's field trials because they were close to our town. He had been gone at training for nearly three months and we were all really missing him. The field trials can be a little tiring because you are out in the middle of no where pretty much all day, but they are still alot of fun. He was running for a finished pass, which he got on both Saturday and Sunday. I didn't get that many good pictures of him, but I thought this one of him leaping was really neat. I captured it right when he was realized to go get the ducks. The other is one of my favorite pictures Jet, even though it was taken by Cabe's phone, it is still one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now home with us as of Sunday. Cabe drove to Memphis after lunch Sunday with Kensley and Klay while Kennedy and I did 10 loads of laundry! I was so relieved to get it all done, I was having a minor break down seeing it all piled up. Reason for it being all piled up was nothing from the unusual like having to wash sheets that got pee peed on, and tons of baby stuff. But I was sick in bed three days last week and it put me so far behind. Cabe had to take over the role of Mr. Mom and it was very funny. The first night of him preparing dinner I sat down and noticed he had sweat rolling down his face. I asked him what was wrong and he said "That was exhausting getting everything done and dinner on the table in time!" I wanted to bust out laughing but the poor guy had gone to all the trouble of making us dinner so I remained polite. Hopefully that is the only cold I get for the season, it is no fun being sick, especially since mommies don't get sick days. All the kids have had their flu shots and now this week I have to go get mine. Hubby opted not to get one for his horrible fear of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdGTBqBt0I/AAAAAAAAA3E/O5XU897JT94/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdGTBqBt0I/AAAAAAAAA3E/O5XU897JT94/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392856371475625794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdGStyI7JI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZVYfNdoB0oI/s1600-h/IMG_6369.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdGStyI7JI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZVYfNdoB0oI/s400/IMG_6369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392856366140943506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to show this adorable picture of my friend Lindsey's dog Willow. She is just the cutest little thing and we loving having her come play at the house. She doesn't know what to think of the kids because they usually take off chasing her and Kennedy won't leave her alone. (Kennedy is in love with all animal, but mostly dogs!! She will squeal "dog dog" whenever we are around one.) Willow was showing out one night when we got home from going to the movies so I decided to get some pictures of her. She does this little head tilt when you will say something to her. It cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdP9pOMaNI/AAAAAAAAA3M/JOo27VoTdN4/s1600-h/IMG_6353.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdP9pOMaNI/AAAAAAAAA3M/JOo27VoTdN4/s400/IMG_6353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392866999255460050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy was sporting one of her ponytails the other day and she looked so cute, I just wanted to share the picture. Her hair has gotten so long in the front that when we don't pull it back or put a bow on it hangs in her eyes. This little one is almost one! I was at the doctor's office yesterday getting Kensley her flu shot and their was a new mom with her daughter in for their newborn check up. I just stopped and stared, I thought how I am through with all of those days and my season in life is now changing to school meetings and a house with just toddlers. Kensley herself was really intrigued by the baby and started talking about Kennedy when she was that little and how she missed her. It is just one of those times in life that go by so fast and you wish you could remember every part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdGRgAK3pI/AAAAAAAAA2s/YP0UV1xw5oI/s1600-h/IMG_6400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdGRgAK3pI/AAAAAAAAA2s/YP0UV1xw5oI/s400/IMG_6400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392856345261825682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post a picture of my new hair cut and color except that it is HORRIBLE!!! I am having a really hard time letting it wear on me. I wanted all of my highlights taken out and my natural brown back with just a few auburn low lights. Well I got really really dark brown hair with ALOT of red highlights. I was just sick once I got to the car and realized how dark my hair really was. I called my friend pretty much in tears and told her she must come look at it. She excepted to be shocked but she said she really liked it and it was trendy. The only problem is I don't think I'm a trendy girl what so ever. I'm gonna wear it for a few days and see if it grows on me. My hair dresser said she did it darker because it will fade, but I'm not real sure it is going to fade into the brown I was wanting. Until then I may just go out with a hat on all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1077730188580178552?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1077730188580178552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1077730188580178552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1077730188580178552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1077730188580178552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/10/dogs-and-other-stuff.html' title='Dogs... and other stuff'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/StdGTBqBt0I/AAAAAAAAA3E/O5XU897JT94/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8868949818416478915</id><published>2009-09-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:18:30.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Curls</title><content type='html'>Today we did a little shopping downtown and then got Klayton's hair cut. I was a little sad (okay maybe a lot) to see his beautiful curls go. This little man has had his curls now since around March. When he was littler his hair in the back would curl up and he just looked like an angel. So back in the spring I decided it was too cute and we were going to let his hair grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grew and it grew, but the boy never sat still so after I would fix his hair each morning he would go out and turn what was precious into this.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsOpZXjzwUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/V5IUjobjlIQ/s1600-h/IMG_6240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsOpZXjzwUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/V5IUjobjlIQ/s400/IMG_6240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387335832551276866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his hair was never kept up and he was starting to look unkept, which he isn't, I decided it must be cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I've ever taken him to my hairdresser Ashley. She did a really good job and he looks so handsome again. I was amazed at all the hair on the floor I should have taken a picture of it but my little camera is messed up so I didn't get any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsOuNfEfbDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W2S0PLINWLc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsOuNfEfbDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W2S0PLINWLc/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387341125967113266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsOuNEfV2aI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1WwtPeDNgAE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsOuNEfV2aI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1WwtPeDNgAE/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387341118831974818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are not the best quality because they were taken with my phone, but still cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8868949818416478915?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8868949818416478915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8868949818416478915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8868949818416478915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8868949818416478915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-curls.html' title='Beautiful Curls'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsOpZXjzwUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/V5IUjobjlIQ/s72-c/IMG_6240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4201595495953861252</id><published>2009-09-29T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:53:58.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive.....</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been umm......... like 3 months since I have posted an actual worth something post. I have been getting calls about it too! Haha!! Love you Mamaw! I have not abandoned it, and the idea you had about coming down to watch the kids so I can catch up doesn't sound so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has moved to Dallas also and has been asking for pictures of the kids so it is a must I get back in the swing of updating the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many cute pics of our summer to post and now that it is fall, we are in our busy season. (Three kids with birthdays in the next two months! Super busy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few pics from summer to show what all we have been up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIibZoDQHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SYxmRiR7LqE/s1600-h/IMG_5907.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIibZoDQHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SYxmRiR7LqE/s400/IMG_5907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905958419218546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley had her 4th dance recital, and she was an adorable mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIia54VjOI/AAAAAAAAA08/Kbv4wv8lmaY/s1600-h/IMG_5813.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIia54VjOI/AAAAAAAAA08/Kbv4wv8lmaY/s400/IMG_5813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905949897592034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She graduated preschool, and tears were shed thinking about her graduating high school before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIiaZnVXZI/AAAAAAAAA00/tLozJszm0pI/s1600-h/IMG_5438.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIiaZnVXZI/AAAAAAAAA00/tLozJszm0pI/s400/IMG_5438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905941236342162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee ball, which was so cute, but we realized it was more for daddy then her. Can you see her enthusiasm? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIlsMFUgpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/J2fvI6u42fk/s1600-h/IMG_6216.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIlsMFUgpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/J2fvI6u42fk/s400/IMG_6216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909545376547474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Disney World and had so much fun!! Klay asks everyday when we are going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIlrqHB09I/AAAAAAAAA1U/0fXuoTTqRg0/s1600-h/DSC00267.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIlrqHB09I/AAAAAAAAA1U/0fXuoTTqRg0/s400/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909536256906194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe and I celebrated our 6th anniversary in St. Louis. We saw a Cardinals game, I had another kidney stone, we toured Anaheuaser-Busch, went in the Arch, and ate at the greatness that is The Cheesecake Factory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIlrPIpgUI/AAAAAAAAA1M/guC5_Z91inU/s1600-h/IMG_5617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIlrPIpgUI/AAAAAAAAA1M/guC5_Z91inU/s400/IMG_5617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909529015943490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy got even cuter!! Love, love, love this picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIo0nyw9wI/AAAAAAAAA10/FMuS0-uwxHg/s1600-h/DSC00679.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIo0nyw9wI/AAAAAAAAA10/FMuS0-uwxHg/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386912988788750082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car was towed from the airport. Valet had such a good time driving it while I was in Disney World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIo0Ggdj5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/l-UBSompD0U/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIo0Ggdj5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/l-UBSompD0U/s400/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386912979853610898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We had a reunion with the Soffos side of the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIozqSFLGI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vQbRyVTqyfU/s1600-h/DSC00730.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIozqSFLGI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vQbRyVTqyfU/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386912972277099618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was moved to her crib. Pulled up and started crawling all in the same day. It was a sad sad moment! Also a lonely night without my little Kwinny next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIrcLO0I7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/LyXPui2QnV4/s1600-h/DSC00778.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIrcLO0I7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/LyXPui2QnV4/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386915867339793330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We floated the Buffalo with some great friends, who were such good sports when their canoe was folded in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIrbpNOz1I/AAAAAAAAA2E/XGvj9nWJDu8/s1600-h/DSC00828.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIrbpNOz1I/AAAAAAAAA2E/XGvj9nWJDu8/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386915858206347090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klayton went to his first Cardinals game with Cabe, while me and the girls had a weekend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIrbLSHhxI/AAAAAAAAA18/0twiv593OgE/s1600-h/IMG_0427.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIrbLSHhxI/AAAAAAAAA18/0twiv593OgE/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386915850173777682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids enjoyed summer to its fullest, and I think Kensley had a really good last summer with us before she began school. It was very full, but that was how I wanted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now off to the DMV to renew tags and take Klay for his horseback riding lessons. Have a great Tuesday everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4201595495953861252?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4201595495953861252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4201595495953861252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4201595495953861252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4201595495953861252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive.....'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SsIibZoDQHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SYxmRiR7LqE/s72-c/IMG_5907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6847447106586127870</id><published>2009-07-28T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:34:35.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Deen's thoughts on working out....</title><content type='html'>Ya'll it has been forever since I posted and I have a ton to tell about. But for now I had to get on here and quickly add this. Hopefully tonight I will start making my way through all my summer pictures and post about all we have been up too. We have had a great summer so far!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Paula on this theory...pardon her language but really who does care for working out. I think its safe to say I'm not a workout fanatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PNmBo3ktAA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PNmBo3ktAA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" 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/2336203518706198478-6847447106586127870?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6847447106586127870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6847447106586127870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6847447106586127870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6847447106586127870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/07/paula-deens-thoughts-on-working-out.html' title='Paula Deen&apos;s thoughts on working out....'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7053830391727479764</id><published>2009-05-29T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:41:37.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Day</title><content type='html'>What a fun day we had!! Kensley's school had water day for the last day of school, and even though she is just a T/TH student she went to join in on the fun. Kensley wanted Klay to stay so we hung around, and at some point Klay decided he couldn't take it anymore and he jumped in the pool also. I hadn't brought him swim trunks because I was just gonna get some pictures of Kensley and go, but he had other intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with these boys while Kensley and the rest of the class practiced for graduation tonight. These two are some of my favorite little guys from this year. Wade is just the cutest thing ever, and I think he is a doll. And Paxton is such a friend friend of Kensley's. His mom and Cabe grew up in Camden together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiBH0EmnutI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LM8uAAzY0OQ/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiBH0EmnutI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LM8uAAzY0OQ/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348117975907026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiBHzi4eLPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6W3h5AS3R4E/s1600-h/DSC00118.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiBHzi4eLPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6W3h5AS3R4E/s400/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348108923972850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiBHzBIcgRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rLzZvEUlbK8/s1600-h/DSC00123.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiBHzBIcgRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rLzZvEUlbK8/s400/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348099864166674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had different stations set up and the classes would rotate. I think the kids enjoyed the pool and sprinkler area best! But who can blame them. They were all shivering when they got through playing in the water and had to lay out in the sun a little to dry off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2jbAPalI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WmKDqeho5Sg/s1600-h/DSC00128.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2jbAPalI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WmKDqeho5Sg/s400/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341329140233497170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kensley and her friend Kiara. These two are the little princess of the class I think. But pretty much every girl in the class is girly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2jKQBbEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/s67bOyzlK2A/s1600-h/DSC00129.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2jKQBbEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/s67bOyzlK2A/s400/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341329135736286274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point in case........ Is this not the funniest thing! Me and the teachers were laughing about all the girls having their towels laid out sun tanning. Wade kept moving his towel where ever the girls were. Future lady's man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2iuHL5eI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YfZFvSFNaSo/s1600-h/DSC00145.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2iuHL5eI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YfZFvSFNaSo/s400/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341329128183031266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay just joins in like he is one of the kids in every activity at Kensley's preschool. He is so ready to go, and the have a spot open for him, but I think my little man will be here with me just one more year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2h470GKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zm1tf75lZvw/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiA2h470GKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zm1tf75lZvw/s400/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341329113908254882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun in the Sun!! Now we are resting and getting ready for the big preschool graduation tonight. Can't wait to see my little angel up there on stage. Mommy is going to need Kleenex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7053830391727479764?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7053830391727479764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7053830391727479764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7053830391727479764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7053830391727479764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/05/water-day.html' title='Water Day'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SiBH0EmnutI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LM8uAAzY0OQ/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-3120944247636767613</id><published>2009-05-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:16:03.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kensley's Last day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>Last day of Preschool! Now the summer will begin and we are starting it off with a list full of activities already. We leave for Disney World in a little less than a month and I am so excited!! I am really happy we are getting to do this with Kensley before she begins school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was all ready this morning to get pictures made with her sign. It was so precious, I didn't even tell her I would be taking her picture, but first thing after she got dressed she asked where her sign was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sh7FRrFrVWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xIjmX2XdMSE/s1600-h/IMG_5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sh7FRrFrVWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xIjmX2XdMSE/s400/IMG_5758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340923115522970978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember back to the first day of preschool I had her picture taken with her sign. It was a tradition my parents always did with me and my sisters and I hope to continue with my kids. I also like to remember the lasts though too, so I thought each year I would do a last day just to compare their growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-3120944247636767613?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/3120944247636767613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=3120944247636767613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3120944247636767613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3120944247636767613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/05/kensleys-last-day-of-preschool.html' title='Kensley&apos;s Last day of Preschool'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sh7FRrFrVWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xIjmX2XdMSE/s72-c/IMG_5758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8148671483940021168</id><published>2009-05-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:31:57.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy....when does it all slow down?</title><content type='html'>My mind has been racing so much lately. I have so many thoughts, and really can't put them all to words to make since. But it is so amazing to me that it seems like every time I have all these overwhelming emotions and questions, God answers. I haven't yet had one of those times where I think God just talks to me. You know those moments you wait on. People talk about them, they say it was like nothing they could of ever imagined experiencing, but God spoke to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he answers me frequently, and when he does it is like a swarm of belief and awe come over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at small group, our leader Josh was asking us if we feel busy. He was trying to explain how he just has had this question hanging over him like asking why he is so busy and what can he do to slow it down. I felt at that moment like I was hearing exactly what I needed to hear at the time. Life is busy, kids are busy, marriage is busy! But really have I gotten so busy I forgot to slow down for God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something I can't fully explain, and my not of made since up to this point, but my ramblings help me get it all out so I can sort through and make sense. We talked through what helps others slow down and ways to just be alone with God, it was so refreshing. I read the other day an email where this mom questioned her way of living so far. She said she got very sick all of a sudden and had to go to the hospital. She said while they were running all the tests and trying to help her heart slow, she realized this could be the end. And she wondered what her kids would remember last about her. Was she to busy doing laundry to play toys, was she getting the floors swept so she couldn't go outside, was she so stressed paying bills that she didn't see their laughter. She had become a "No" mom. If she died her kids would remember her being to busy. That hit me so hard as I looked at my own kids playing alone because I had so much laundry to fold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't simplistic anymore. There are so many gadgets and things to help simplify that I almost feel they are what makes it worse. When all in all, I can really get down to the nity grity in my life and see what my priorities are and what needs to be around. I would free up time without so much to keep me busy if I remembered to prioritize, and number one on that list is God. I want to be that mom that smiles, that wife that glows, and the daughter in Christ who dances in rejoice. I know it is ramblings, but so much lately in media and real "reality" has been about busy lives. I'm glad I got to talk with my group tonight about it all, it took a load off just speaking the word about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Kensley's last day of pre-school is tomorrow. The year has flown by and another chapter in our lives is ending. This summer I have been dreading for a long time. Well to be exact the day I became a mother. I have kept track of the summers I had until my baby started school. Well the time is here, and it officially begins tomorrow. This summer, I'm gonna be a "Yes" mom, no matter how high the laundry gets piled up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8148671483940021168?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8148671483940021168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8148671483940021168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8148671483940021168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8148671483940021168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/05/busywhen-does-it-all-slow-down.html' title='Busy....when does it all slow down?'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2799026406396487379</id><published>2009-05-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:44:06.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Promise!</title><content type='html'>I have had a hard time keeping up with the blog lately, but I'm making an attempt to catch things up. Trust me I do think about it, but Kennedy's schedule has been off lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Kensley's spring musical at preschool a couple of weeks ago and it was so precious. I was so super excited that this time she got to participate in it. Last time the ice storm canceled it, and the make up play just so happened to be the day I was in the ER preparing for kidney surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SgMNW9009eI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iZVNAIZyEAk/s1600-h/IMG_5343.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SgMNW9009eI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iZVNAIZyEAk/s400/IMG_5343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333121071941219810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SgMNWlNF3eI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-1EaU_l-MVw/s1600-h/IMG_5334.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SgMNWlNF3eI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-1EaU_l-MVw/s400/IMG_5334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333121065332104674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SgMNWfRvvyI/AAAAAAAAAyE/N6dgeToMMl8/s1600-h/IMG_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SgMNWfRvvyI/AAAAAAAAAyE/N6dgeToMMl8/s400/IMG_5339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333121063741013794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley had a solo part in the play. The ONLY solo part, and she got cold feet and decided not to do it. We had been working on pumping up her confidence so she would shine on stage. I thought it was such a huge compliment that Mrs. Jamie offered the part to Kensley. But our little girl is SO incredibly shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical was I am a Promise,  the classes were different occupations and Kensley's class was the teachers. Klayton loved watching it and was clapping so hard after each performance. He would of really enjoyed doing it himself. His age group were the firefighters and he spotted some of his friends. It was so cute to hear him talk about his friends on stage. We are always talking about how much Kensley is growing up and attending her activities, that we tend to forget that he is growing too. I really can't think about my little man in preschool and having plays, but he is getting old enough. So sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the play went well and all the kids were very proud of themselves. After the play we had gone out to eat with my family, and it happened to be Prom night. Kensley loved looking at all the girls in their dresses. She was asking Cabe and I about our prom and I showed her our pictures. Oh how sad that is! I've grown myself since then. Haha! Its never fun to look back at old pictures and realize you have gained so much weight. I think I may post my prom pic as motivation to lose weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2799026406396487379?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2799026406396487379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2799026406396487379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2799026406396487379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2799026406396487379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-promise.html' title='I am a Promise!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SgMNW9009eI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iZVNAIZyEAk/s72-c/IMG_5343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7567812518335216886</id><published>2009-05-06T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:38:09.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Rocked!!!</title><content type='html'>Cutie Kris Allen is coming HOME!! He made it through and now he is coming home for his hometown concert/parade. Isn't that just awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pumped for he and his wife! What an amazing opportunity!! Our church (where Kris attends) has been praying and backing him so hard. They have hosted a watch party every Tuesday, and we haven't been yet. But we will for sure be at the parade on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley and Klayton were so cute when they said Kris made it through. They started jumping up and down screaming. Kensley said "Now I can tell everyone at school tomorrow that Kris made it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to get working on the kids some shirts that back Kris. They are selling different ones all around town, but you know I'm gonna have to come up with something original. I already have in the works Kennedy's shirt that says "Kris makes me Drool!" I'll post pics of the kiddos in their shirts on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7567812518335216886?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7567812518335216886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7567812518335216886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7567812518335216886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7567812518335216886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-rocked.html' title='Kris Rocked!!!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5307224508193671535</id><published>2009-05-01T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:41:40.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Us Where you Live Friday Kitchen</title><content type='html'>This is the Kitchen edition of Kelly's Show Us Where you Live Friday. I like to think of it as cribs blogging style! Except in my kitchen I decided to not show you what I've got in the fridge. Because what I do have is three small children and no maid to nicely organize what we eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so thrilled Kelly picked the kitchen to tour first, because it is my favorite part of my house! I love cooking, entertaining, and also I'm just really proud of how beautiful my kitchen is. I looked through many magazines and online to pick out exactly what I wanted. My cabinet guy did such an awesome job and LOVE, love, LOVE my kitchen! Did I mention I'm partial to that room! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from my living room into the kitchen. It opens up through a huge archway which I love. &lt;br /&gt;My dad is an architect and he designed our house for us, so there are a lot of neat things he added throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdGblZboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/l4BmPSJPtXs/s1600-h/IMG_5400.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdGblZboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/l4BmPSJPtXs/s400/IMG_5400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331097686476680834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my cabinets are painted antique. Our neighbor had her cabinets like this and I fell in love!!&lt;br /&gt;My barstools were also a favorite pick. I had a really hard time finding some that flowed well and weren't just like the table barstools. I loved the woven ones, but if you could see close up what my table looks like where Klay sits you would understand why I couldn't have those. A builder that Cabe does business for gave a gift certificate to a local furniture store for Christmas and I ordered those with it. Great gift uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdGowxqaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/JI33hoJztFs/s1600-h/IMG_5410.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdGowxqaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/JI33hoJztFs/s400/IMG_5410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331097690014067106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the grand daddy of it all! The STOVE!!! That bad boy does some cooking around the holidays and I point it out to Cabe every time. He couldn't understand why I would want a stove that big. Well lets see: its gas, true convection bake, 8 burners, double oven, and hello its gorgeous! I know its silly to say you are thankful for something so minor, but I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdG4YiplI/AAAAAAAAAwc/AThAweTq2KM/s1600-h/IMG_5401.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdG4YiplI/AAAAAAAAAwc/AThAweTq2KM/s400/IMG_5401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331097694207387218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome thing is dishwasher drawers. At least every night I run a drawer when we go to bed, so it makes it great that if you have dirty dishes you just load them in the other one. True genius! Had to be a women who invented that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdHKxISdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KuKXwuz2qKU/s1600-h/IMG_5411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdHKxISdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KuKXwuz2qKU/s400/IMG_5411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331097699142355410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my cookbooks in the side shelfs. Paula Deen's kid cookbook and Taste of Home, yum! My favorite Paula Deen is on the counter. As well as my new Mango Chutney Paula Deen candle from Wal-Mart! Yes two great things together, Paula and Wal-Mart, the south is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgD1zhGiI/AAAAAAAAAws/zXpVcb0Qquc/s1600-h/IMG_5398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgD1zhGiI/AAAAAAAAAws/zXpVcb0Qquc/s400/IMG_5398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100940510501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the kitchen to the eating area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgEBV66LI/AAAAAAAAAw0/zoS4n9HUjuI/s1600-h/IMG_5404.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgEBV66LI/AAAAAAAAAw0/zoS4n9HUjuI/s400/IMG_5404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100943607589042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Cabe had in his room growing up with all his toys and books on it. Its is darling! One day I want to put it in Klayton's bedroom, but I love it in the kitchen, and I have no other piece to take its place.  I love its charm and warmth, also the history in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgEdack8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/I_r0zEMmKnk/s1600-h/IMG_5408.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgEdack8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/I_r0zEMmKnk/s400/IMG_5408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100951142765506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The archway, and a glimpse of my favorite chandelier in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgExJWdPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4LbtqLDHCi4/s1600-h/IMG_5406.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvgExJWdPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4LbtqLDHCi4/s400/IMG_5406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100956439770354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture isn't that great, but it was so hard to get the right angle to capture what I was trying to show. In the middle of the kitchen ceiling it goes into a huge vault with big cedar beams and the chandelier. Also a cross I got at one of my favorite little stores in northern Arkansas. I hope to add more, I just haven't found any others I'm that crazy about. Cabe teases me and says it looks like I'm creating a temple there with just the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi2invZRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ERveTvKccsY/s1600-h/IMG_5405.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi2invZRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ERveTvKccsY/s400/IMG_5405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104010557416722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are my dishes! Yes alot of dishes, and the sad thing is I only bought one set. &lt;br /&gt;These are our everyday dishes that we got as wedding gifts. I got nine sets in both colors! So blessed! Another, crazy thing to be thankful for, but at the time Cabe and I got married we were so appreciative of anything, paper plates would of done fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi2UXDEiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9rDda8BkADw/s1600-h/IMG_5414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi2UXDEiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9rDda8BkADw/s400/IMG_5414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104006729306658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dishes are so beautiful. They are Vietri, and my mother in-law got me these as a present. She also got me red ones for Christmas. She kinda has a shopping addiction when it comes to plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi2FLl--I/AAAAAAAAAxc/IduM8zCXJio/s1600-h/IMG_5416.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi2FLl--I/AAAAAAAAAxc/IduM8zCXJio/s400/IMG_5416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104002654731234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes another set from my mother in-law. I keep these out in the fall with all my pumpkins and it looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi1tzns1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3KSpcNIur7Y/s1600-h/IMG_5418.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi1tzns1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3KSpcNIur7Y/s400/IMG_5418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103996380164946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the set I bought. I keep these out with all my Easter and spring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi1f7COkI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ueFAZrHSutw/s1600-h/IMG_5415.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sfvi1f7COkI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ueFAZrHSutw/s400/IMG_5415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103992653167170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my kitchen, hope ya'll liked it. I know I love it, and am proud of it. Cabe and I did alot of the work in the house, one of the things being all the tile in the kitchen, so it is nice to see your work everyday and like it so much. Can't wait to see everyone else kitchens. I have already looked through several and seen some of the most beautiful things. I love how it truly is the heart of alot of homes. At least in mine I know we spend a ton of time in the kitchen. Maybe thats just a southern thing, but like my girl says......&lt;br /&gt;Love and best dishes' from my house to yours!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5307224508193671535?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5307224508193671535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5307224508193671535' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5307224508193671535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5307224508193671535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/05/show-us-where-you-live-friday-kitchen.html' title='Show Us Where you Live Friday Kitchen'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SfvdGblZboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/l4BmPSJPtXs/s72-c/IMG_5400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4915488389748664110</id><published>2009-04-08T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:08:31.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's got her pink sequined shoes on!!</title><content type='html'>Klayton insisted on Kennedy wearing her shoes today. I hadn't put her in any shoes until this past weekend and I guess he really liked it, because now he has a fascination about going in her closet and playing with them. I came in to the living room and about came out of my skin because he was hovered over her doing something. I ran to see what he had done, and he stepped back and smiled proudly and said "See mommy she has her pretty shoes on!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1taa8o_JI/AAAAAAAAAts/HVMoEv-jqUE/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+549.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1taa8o_JI/AAAAAAAAAts/HVMoEv-jqUE/s400/januaryblogpics+549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322530635299486866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1taALzjYI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vEhcBlKxjcs/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+550.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1taALzjYI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vEhcBlKxjcs/s400/januaryblogpics+550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322530628115336578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too had put on his pretty shoes!! Can you see the silver sequined shoes? That isn't Kensley wearing them! ha! He had successfully gotten her shoes on her, but also Klaybo style.(On the wrong feet) And I assure you he wasn't standing on her hand. I know it looks like but he wasn't. He is actually very careful with her. We have not had any accidents YET. Kensley had already sent Klayton to the emergency room by this age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4915488389748664110?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4915488389748664110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4915488389748664110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4915488389748664110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4915488389748664110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/04/babys-got-her-pink-sequined-shoes-on.html' title='Baby&apos;s got her pink sequined shoes on!!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1taa8o_JI/AAAAAAAAAts/HVMoEv-jqUE/s72-c/januaryblogpics+549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5376961574771262324</id><published>2009-04-07T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:56:25.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy Bouncy</title><content type='html'>Kennedy bounced in the Johnny Jumper today. All the kids have absolutely loved that thing!! Kensley would fly in it practically! She would bounce really hard and then take a leap off and swing. Poor Klay didn't ever get to enjoy it much because ever time he was in it he would spit up. Reflux pretty much disturbed everything he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy is so tiny I wasn't sure she would bounce in it, but she loved it. She would get really excited and start kicking her legs and bounce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1xsi3IlII/AAAAAAAAAt8/tW1_FZegNUw/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1xsi3IlII/AAAAAAAAAt8/tW1_FZegNUw/s400/januaryblogpics+543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322535344708031618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1xsUWmQEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/CosvbyE294k/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+548.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1xsUWmQEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/CosvbyE294k/s400/januaryblogpics+548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322535340813467714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was her 4 month check up. She is doing great and miss tiny is in the 25% an under in everything. She weighed 12lbs. 9oz. and was 24 1/2 inches. She is doing everything she is suppose at this stage. Her ears also looked much better, no more infection. She had to get shots, which I always hate, but she was over it as soon as I picked her up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5376961574771262324?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5376961574771262324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5376961574771262324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5376961574771262324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5376961574771262324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/04/bouncy-bouncy.html' title='Bouncy Bouncy'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1xsi3IlII/AAAAAAAAAt8/tW1_FZegNUw/s72-c/januaryblogpics+543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4678647198353286623</id><published>2009-04-02T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:33:20.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers</title><content type='html'>April Showers.....bring flowers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1r_4v_CeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fNIfKZPvIfE/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1r_4v_CeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fNIfKZPvIfE/s400/januaryblogpics+498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322529079931374050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1r_nDIDKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PXmEn3BLZog/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1r_nDIDKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PXmEn3BLZog/s400/januaryblogpics+500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322529075179818146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first tulip bloom!! Kensley noticed it as soon as we pulled in the drive from school. She immediatley asked if she could go out and see it. I told her it was raining, but didn't mind if she go her umbrella. When I looked out and saw this sweet little angel knelt down smelling the flower, I almost cried. Isn't it great how the simple things like seeing a child play in the rain, or a single tulip can remind us of God's beauty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4678647198353286623?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4678647198353286623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4678647198353286623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4678647198353286623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4678647198353286623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers.html' title='April Showers'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sd1r_4v_CeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fNIfKZPvIfE/s72-c/januaryblogpics+498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6081506438656935538</id><published>2009-03-31T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:46:33.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellan on the brain</title><content type='html'>I have been so consumed by updates on Stellan. If you haven't been reading MckMama's blog you should click over there and read about her amazing little warrior. Stellan has SVT which he had in utero  and they told MckMama he would not live. Well MckMuffin was born a happy healthy little prince and now at 5 months is back in SVT. He is fighting so hard and is so tired, as is momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for this family. Stellan's story as with others have brought so many to Christ. It is amazing and another reason I am way too addicted to blogging. It is so neat to hear peoples stories and share in their times of  needed prayer where you probably would of never known of them had it not of been for this amazing circle of blogging community. And when I say circle, it is so funny how you read one persons blog and then realize the read one you do, or are friends with the same people you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small world.... but so so awesome that I can the opportunity to pray for this little man through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MckMuffin has a special place in my heart, maybe because him and Kennedy are around the same age, or maybe because his baby pics remind me of my little man. Either way. What a warrior!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6081506438656935538?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6081506438656935538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6081506438656935538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6081506438656935538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6081506438656935538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/stellan-on-brain.html' title='Stellan on the brain'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-9049132992957893728</id><published>2009-03-28T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:44:40.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soffos Tattoo Parlor</title><content type='html'>Miami Ink called they want me back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDmzUrFx1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/jPPLQkyT4ww/s1600-h/IMG_5019.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDmzUrFx1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/jPPLQkyT4ww/s400/IMG_5019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004929321715538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDmy_ticEI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9Gq1xUcV9C8/s1600-h/IMG_5018.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDmy_ticEI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9Gq1xUcV9C8/s400/IMG_5018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004923694837826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we do on a very cold wet day in March. Today the temperature outside is 40!?! I mean do we have some weird weather or what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had softball practice this morning, but the fields were too wet so we just met at Starbucks. Cabe's practice wasn't cancelled so while he was at his practice this is what we did. I have to say I think I have a new found love with Kensley's tattoo pens! She even gave me tattoos. Notice that is plural. What was suppose to be one little drawing turned into a mural down my leg. I even  have her signature on my leg! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-9049132992957893728?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/9049132992957893728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=9049132992957893728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/9049132992957893728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/9049132992957893728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/soffos-tattoo-parlor.html' title='Soffos Tattoo Parlor'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDmzUrFx1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/jPPLQkyT4ww/s72-c/IMG_5019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4573411722285046700</id><published>2009-03-25T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:40:58.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy is 4 months</title><content type='html'>I don't have a picture from today, but if I did Baby K would look sad in it. She has her first ear infection. She has seemed kinda groggy the past few days and started running a fever last night, so today I took her to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to have the whole seasonal allergy junk everyone has. All weekend I was chewing cough drops and carrying Kleenex everywhere. Not to mention the pounding headache that goes along with it all. I knew if Kennedy's head felt like mine she was feeling awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping Tuesday afternoon with my mom and Kennedy sleeping through all of it. I mean ALL day! She ate twice, I knew she wasn't feeling good. Today the nurse practitioner saw her and said her ear was red but she didn't have a full blown infection, but by next week I would be in there with her ears swollen. They gave her a round of antibiotics, so hopefully she will be back to her normal happy self soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little one weighed in at 12 lbs. 10 oz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4573411722285046700?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4573411722285046700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4573411722285046700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4573411722285046700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4573411722285046700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/kennedy-is-4-months.html' title='Kennedy is 4 months'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-9118041111479850346</id><published>2009-03-24T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:28:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just milk anymore</title><content type='html'>Baby K got her first bite of food today. After several rounds of reasoning with Cabe why she shouldn't eat today, I finally just gave in. I ordered her a highchair which came in today at Wal-Mart, but it was pouring down rain all afternoon so we didn't get out to pick it up. I am just weird about things like first bottles, first food, first night in crib....you get the point. Well I just didn't want her eating any baby food until she was exactly four months old and also with her highchair. You know I have to have pictures, so I wanted it really memorable. &lt;br /&gt;Well she had her first bite today, and I survived without the highchair and a day short of four months.&lt;br /&gt;It was tough, but daddy was so very persistent about him wanting to feed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv2KfegRI/AAAAAAAAAs8/31m8ybkSBT0/s1600-h/IMG_5006.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv2KfegRI/AAAAAAAAAs8/31m8ybkSBT0/s400/IMG_5006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014873732907282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so precious after they eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv2GsAIUI/AAAAAAAAAs0/oTHvTtdkw5U/s1600-h/IMG_4993.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv2GsAIUI/AAAAAAAAAs0/oTHvTtdkw5U/s400/IMG_4993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014872711700802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Daddy and the banana baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv1xiis3I/AAAAAAAAAss/QbCXquXQJ5s/s1600-h/IMG_4992.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv1xiis3I/AAAAAAAAAss/QbCXquXQJ5s/s400/IMG_4992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014867034878834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv1GCDihI/AAAAAAAAAsk/yJVyJqbx8f0/s1600-h/IMG_4975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv1GCDihI/AAAAAAAAAsk/yJVyJqbx8f0/s400/IMG_4975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014855355894290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really enjoyed her bananas I think, and she did a great job eating on her first try. I got tons of pictures and filmed the whole thing. We all traded off feeding her, and the kids had to try out the bananas too! They have to experience everything we do with her, but thats okay I don't want them left out and they feel really special helping with Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv0joSBPI/AAAAAAAAAsc/4iJQJYSauao/s1600-h/IMG_4967.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv0joSBPI/AAAAAAAAAsc/4iJQJYSauao/s400/IMG_4967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014846120985842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-9118041111479850346?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/9118041111479850346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=9118041111479850346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/9118041111479850346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/9118041111479850346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-just-milk-anymore.html' title='Not just milk anymore'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDv2KfegRI/AAAAAAAAAs8/31m8ybkSBT0/s72-c/IMG_5006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7682306316651977350</id><published>2009-03-23T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:06:19.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to catch up on</title><content type='html'>Look what sweetpea has grown so much!?! Can you hear the emotion in my voice. Yes as I look through pictures today I'm emotional. Time goes by so fast and you just has to seize every moment. (Also as a side note on emotions, as we were going to bed last night, with Kensley and Klay in between us, and Baby K beside me in the co-sleeper. Cabe said I think we made a mistake having the vasectomy done so soon. Oh that hit my heart hard!) Its all good, God has his plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf2QVtoWEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PTjk51pwADk/s1600-h/IMG_4962.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf2QVtoWEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PTjk51pwADk/s400/IMG_4962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316488645701032002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a little of what has been going on in our lives since I haven't blogged in a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break because my house was screaming to get some spring cleaning and organizing done. I had Rhea Lana, it is a huge consignment sale in our town, so clothes had to be priced and dropped off. That is such a huge task, but is so worth it. I had $740.00 off all the items I consigned!! Yay!! That is always a huge help when it comes time to buy the kids new clothes for the upcoming seasons. I meant to take a picture of all my stuff loaded in the car, but forgot. My car was loaded down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy rolled over for her first time Sunday night March 15. I told Cabe it wasn't a true roll over because he was laying beside her and he helped assist her. But little miss was rolling like crazy on her play mat Monday, so I guess it was all on her own.&lt;br /&gt;She was so proud of herself! She would flip over then get really excited and kick her legs fast. Too cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf7hGjDWGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_R4AERaw_AI/s1600-h/IMG_4952.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf7hGjDWGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_R4AERaw_AI/s400/IMG_4952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316494431246047330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klayton and I made pretzels from the kit his Aunt Ninny got him for his birthday Tuesday.  It was such a perfect day. Kennedy pretty much sat and watched us play all day, and Klay so just so awesome. Its always good to have one of those days when things have been a little rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf7gtmqT3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/IyD1Wxwf7xw/s1600-h/IMG_4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf7gtmqT3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/IyD1Wxwf7xw/s400/IMG_4959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316494424550297458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the girls playing Barbies! Isn't that the most precious picture? I mean can you tell I'm partial to these kids in this post or what. I'm just adoring all the sweet pictures of my babies. &lt;br /&gt;Kensley had barbies in front of Kennedy the other day and she seemed so interested, so I agreed that Kensley could let her play with them if she took off all their tiny choking hazards. Kennedy sat there amazed for about an hour, staring at Kensley telling her all about the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf7h4IRn6I/AAAAAAAAArE/8bAuC1yDonE/s1600-h/IMG_4948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf7h4IRn6I/AAAAAAAAArE/8bAuC1yDonE/s400/IMG_4948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316494444555509666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby K sporting her big bow while we ate last Sunday at lunch. Mexican, what is better!! Yum! I have gotten some new bows in that I ordered for her and I have been so pleased with them. I found a girl on Etsy that makes the most precious bows, for such a reasonable price. I'm determined to make Kennedy like bows in her hair. Cabe hated them on Kensley so I think that is why she likes her hair down now. Not having it with my last little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/ScgDTpJlqbI/AAAAAAAAArM/NV1h0HOymY4/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/ScgDTpJlqbI/AAAAAAAAArM/NV1h0HOymY4/s400/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316502996109339058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well that is just some of what has been going on this past week or so. I don't have pictures of Kensley at preschool on St. Patrick's Day with her cookies but she was so excited when Klayton and I showed up with green sprinkle cookies for the class. She has this thing for St. Patrick's Day! It is included in her list of favorite holidays, and we aren't even Irish, go figure. Also last night we celebrated my sister Kristy's 34th birthday! Happy Birthday sis!! I was under the weather all weekend with the seasonal allergy stuff, so I forgot to bring along the camera and take pictures. My dad grilled out burgers and we had a marble slab cake. I was so stuffed! We haven't been to the new marble slab creamier in town, but you can bet this spring break week, were hittin' that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to start my chicken chili for dinner. I don't want to be late watching the finale of Jon and Kate tonight! I even googled the preview that I heard the other night while have asleep. I knew Jon said something along the terms of we aren't doing good. I was devastated! Me and my sister have been talking about this for weeks ever since she broke the news to me about all the rumors they are breaking up. Silly to be so concerned over a TV couple, but these are real people and real life. It almost makes me mad to know what reality TV has become. I am a die hard reality TV fan I have to admit, but its sad to know that these people have to live everyday with cameras in their face, and the outcome isn't always pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7682306316651977350?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7682306316651977350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7682306316651977350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7682306316651977350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7682306316651977350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-to-catch-up-on.html' title='So much to catch up on'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Scf2QVtoWEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PTjk51pwADk/s72-c/IMG_4962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5745977621037463835</id><published>2009-03-05T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:02:38.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingin'</title><content type='html'>Today was a nice sunny day so we decided to play outside. The kids have been so anxious to play outside because it seems like ages since they have had a nice day were they could just run. It was a little windy, but just warm enough that Kennedy could also come out and play. She hasn't gotten to spend much time outside since she was born, so it is all new to her. She just loves me to walk her around and show her new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDqj3FxYRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/35q5PhtfIJE/s1600-h/IMG_4913.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDqj3FxYRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/35q5PhtfIJE/s400/IMG_4913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319009061729034514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I put up her swing she got for Christmas, and she really enjoyed it! She kept blinking a lot though, and it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDqkc2FXYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/t4vK_VFruFs/s1600-h/IMG_4916.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDqkc2FXYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/t4vK_VFruFs/s400/IMG_4916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319009071863782786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy was so excited to push Kennedy and Klay in the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDqkkvwp6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Lvcp0Wt55eg/s1600-h/IMG_4924.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDqkkvwp6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Lvcp0Wt55eg/s400/IMG_4924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319009073984743330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5745977621037463835?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5745977621037463835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5745977621037463835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5745977621037463835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5745977621037463835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/swingin.html' title='Swingin&apos;'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SdDqj3FxYRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/35q5PhtfIJE/s72-c/IMG_4913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6702585802434618466</id><published>2009-03-04T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:41:21.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sa_xoFZjWTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/D2_1dbd2uGA/s1600-h/berry_chocolate_largeview.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sa_xoFZjWTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/D2_1dbd2uGA/s400/berry_chocolate_largeview.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309728156639516978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the actual picture of my arrangement, but it was just like this. We dug into that thing as soon as I got home, I didn't have a chance to get a picture of how lovely it was. Hubby is too good to me!! Seriously, I lose my phone and he cheers me up with the most awesome arrangement. Our family is obsessed with these! If you haven't had one, you need to try it, SO good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sa_xonYYLeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/K3VU1O6W7II/s1600-h/American-Idol-Tatiana-Nicole-Del-Toro-20090205054621.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sa_xonYYLeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/K3VU1O6W7II/s400/American-Idol-Tatiana-Nicole-Del-Toro-20090205054621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309728165761396194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say anything??? I mean really did they feel the show needed her drama back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6702585802434618466?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6702585802434618466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6702585802434618466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6702585802434618466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6702585802434618466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sa_xoFZjWTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/D2_1dbd2uGA/s72-c/berry_chocolate_largeview.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4546544863184104517</id><published>2009-03-03T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:45:05.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing phone......what do I do?</title><content type='html'>Today I commented that not much has been going on, and I didn't have much to blog about. A few minor things but nothing really great or fanastic pictures to post. I did want to upload a video of Kennedy talking (well cooing) to us, but now I'm in total shock. Why????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well because after American Idol was over and I went to grab my cell phone to text in my vote. Which would have been for Lil Rounds!! Go Lil! I realized I couldn't find my phone anywhere. Cabe thought I was freaking out because phone lines were only open for an hour, but NO it was because in my purse was everything under the sun, EXCEPT my IPHONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in a state of sadness. I don't really want to spend the money on a new phone right now, especially an IPhone, but I'm gonna have to have a cell phone. I know that it isn't a necessity but, in a way it is. For emergencies I must have it, with kids you need it because you never know what is going to happen. So now I'm just in an upset state over the whole thing. I called Ryan's, where we ate, and the last place I had my phone, and they said no one has brought them a phone. I have called it numerous times and it just goes straight into voicemail. I am trying to believe someone didn't take it and not report they had found it. I am trying so hard to believe that people still have good character and we due unto others as we want done for ourselves, but I'm just having a struggle at this point believing that. Ironic thing is that Cabe lost his IPhone this summer while we were on vacation. He left it in the restroom of a gas station in Mobile, Alabama. About thirty minutes down the road, someone calls my phone and says he has found this phone and my number was on there several times, do I know the person? I'm like yeah that's my husbands phone and we hadn't even realized it was missing. What a great man to call and get it back to us. He had called several people on Cabe's phone trying to get in touch with us, and finally did. He even shipped it FedEx to our hotel. What an amazing man!! He wouldn't let us repay him, he just said to pay it forward. That really stuck out to me, I was so glad of that experience it showed me so many things, in so many ways. Now it is me that has lost the phone, in my own town, and no one has seen it. I'm praying for that call tomorrow, I know it can still happen and I can get my phone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post is really scrambled tonight, I know, but my mind isn't working at full speed right now. Excuse the horrible run-on sentences! Tomorrow I hope to post the video of Kennedy. She has been such a little character today. It has really been the first day that I would say she started cooing and playing with us. She has tried before, but all day she was talking to us and kicking those little legs with excitement! Oh the fun is just beginning!! My baby is already growing up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update**&lt;br /&gt;I called my phone so many times last night, crazy thing, the people kept turning it back on!!! They even answered it a few times!! Stupid! So now my suspicion was conformed and I'm just really hacked. I gave them a does of their own medicine, every time I was awake last night I would call it. ALL through the night, evil I know! I checked my statement on line and they have been using it. I called AT&amp;T first thing this morning and shut off my phone. Since it is an IPhone they can't use it anymore anyways. They would have to go online to re-setup the account and it would show it was a new phone, so they would have to buy it. Ha! That's what you get for being dishonest, it is of no good!!! I'm starting the day trying to let that knowledge be the laughter at the end of the tunnel. I'm phone less, but so are they! Now we have to see what happens with getting a new phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4546544863184104517?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4546544863184104517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4546544863184104517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4546544863184104517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4546544863184104517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-phonewhat-do-i-do.html' title='Missing phone......what do I do?'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4772826515869821093</id><published>2009-03-01T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:17:01.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Not to Wear Sunday</title><content type='html'>I swore I wouldn't blog this and shame myself but I can laugh at myself now that the day has been done. However there will be no pictures because I don't want to remember the worst outfit in history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church mornings are always a little hectic now, because it happens to fall right at the time Kennedy loves her morning nap. So most Sundays she is hysterical while I try to dress her and myself. Then at church I usually end up pacing the hallways because she wants to coo during the sermon. Last night for some reason(actually early morning) Kennedy just couldn't sleep. I later realized it was really bad gas when I changed her diaper. So while I was up with her I decided I would be prepared with a bottle so I could sit in church today. We went back to bed and woke up at a decent time for everyone to get ready for church. This Sunday I had the kids clothes laid out for church. After poor Kensley had to wear an old dress that was too small and tights that didn't fit last week I thought I better make sure they were ready. So the kids were looking cute as could be, and everything fit, so I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I go to put on my clothes....like most of the time I am the one that has absolutely nothing to wear. Either because I have had another baby and still trying to get off the weight(that has been there for 5 years) or because my clothes are so outdated my grandma is trendier than I am. I get out a skirt that I have put off wearing for two years now because well, it is just plain ugly. So I put that on with a sweater that is it too big and so shear that my bra looks like I'm wearing some dark color with white. Never! And it is very cold so I have to put on panty hose with the skirt. But what shoes to wear...heels look so bad because the skirt hits at the most horrible length because I have very short stocky legs. I get my bargain flats that I got on sale because I didn't have any black and I needed black. Then I need to cover up this bad see through sweater so I grabbed my black coat that I think they sized wrong. Or either I have terminator arms that are bulging so much from muscles, you can't fit anything on with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the whole family is in the car except me, and it is 10:05. Cabe has been waiting in the car for a good 15 minutes rushing me. I grab the bags and bottle and head outside. As soon as I rounded the stairs in the garage Cabe looks at me with the funny stunned look. I get in and tell him not the say a word. He just busts out laughing and says, "Go change we will wait." Church starts at 10:15 and it takes a good 15 minutes to get there. I wouldn't of had much to change into even if I did go back inside so I just tell him lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole ride to church I'm just frustrated and embarrassed by this horrible outfit that the fashion police would stroke on. Well Klay yells from the back seat that his feet are really hurting. I thought every ones shoes fit this week, but I guess not, one more thing we need to buy added to the list. As we are walking in I am telling Cabe I hope I don't run into alot of people because this outfit needs a huge bag over my whole body. As the door opens on of the greeters who is a fellow mom from Kensley's class says how lovely our family looks that we need a picture. Cabe being the smartelic he is, comments back "I was just saying that same thing!" I wanted to die! I drop the kids off quick and try to sit in the back where the lights are really dim. Low and behold but who do I look up and see? My favorite sales lady at my favorite local dress shop EM. I had gotten a gift certificate for Christmas and she helped me pick out everything since that store is kinda intimidating and I had just had a baby. Little did she now that belly had been there for years and wasn't going anywhere. Also the sweats I had worn in when she helped me pick out my clothes, if only she knew that was my favorite outfit. Luckily she didn't turn around and see me, or she would have wondered what happened the advice she gave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I couldn't get home fast enough to change today. But on a very good note I got to sit through all of church today and Kennedy slept. Cabe said he was going to call What not to wear on me. Hey I think I would love that! I know my wardrobe needs some help and who wouldn't love a $5000 shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I was so happy to eat dinner tonight for free. I used my Quizno's coupons for the free subs I had gotten off of the Frugal Living blog. We got a paper on the way home and clipped coupons after dinner. I am all organized with my coupon holder and list of sale items. I'm ready to hit the grocery store this week and see how much I can save. It really becomes like a fun game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4772826515869821093?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4772826515869821093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4772826515869821093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4772826515869821093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4772826515869821093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-not-to-wear-sunday.html' title='What Not to Wear Sunday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2886379036366095024</id><published>2009-02-26T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:22:23.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris is IN!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so super excited that our hometown boy Kris Allen made it through!!! Tonight on American Idol, he was chosen as the 5th contestant to make it in the top 12. You have no clue how talented he his! They haven't profiled him much, but he is a great singer. I am so proud to see his confidence coming out. Simon said how last night he kinda came out of his shell, and it seemed he did. I remember hearing him do his first solo at church and he was so nervous. I remember telling Cabe what a good singer he was but he just seemed like a shy guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sad2XNLxy2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/lXky6GQq4PY/s1600-h/40137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sad2XNLxy2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/lXky6GQq4PY/s400/40137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307340826927549282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just precious!! I think he will go far, because as the judges pointed out, the girls are going to love him. He has a sweet look to him that makes me see him as one of those recording artists that teen girls are in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a favorite that is going through next week. I'm now waiting for the wild card show to see who they bring back. I have some favorites that didn't make it like Megan Corkrey and Brent Keith. Who are you hoping to see in the top 12? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for Kris tonight!! I know this has to be such an overwhelming blessing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sad395XhiaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8Evty7EQB-Q/s1600-h/090226-idol-hmed-730a_hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sad395XhiaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8Evty7EQB-Q/s400/090226-idol-hmed-730a_hmedium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307342591134632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about his guy!?! I was laughing so hard at his performance. He does seem to have a good voice but I think he is more of an entertainer. Maybe NBC will pick him up for a new sitcom. I can see him in the next Napoleon Dynamite, can't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2886379036366095024?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2886379036366095024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2886379036366095024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2886379036366095024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2886379036366095024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/kris-is-in.html' title='Kris is IN!!!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/Sad2XNLxy2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/lXky6GQq4PY/s72-c/40137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2254027529743298113</id><published>2009-02-25T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:56:00.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy is 3 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYyYOgwE9I/AAAAAAAAApw/Ww8UkMWcO1U/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+407.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYyYOgwE9I/AAAAAAAAApw/Ww8UkMWcO1U/s400/januaryblogpics+407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306984602696422354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYyX24Z-1I/AAAAAAAAApo/eNo1UjZOoyI/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+410.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYyX24Z-1I/AAAAAAAAApo/eNo1UjZOoyI/s400/januaryblogpics+410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306984596353186642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy had her three month birthday today!! My little baby is already growing up so much. She has let me baby her more than the other kids. I know that sounds crazy, because like she has a clue of anything she does. But seriously I think she knows she is the baby and she just milks it. I have held her as much as possible since she was born, and she still lets me swaddle her every night. Two things I love about newborns! I know how everyone comes up to you when you are pregnant and says "hold that baby while you can they grow up way to fast". I held my other kids probably as much as Kennedy, but I think every time I sit down with her I kiss her head and say "I love you and thank God you are here". One day when she is 3 yrs and not 3 months hopefully I can remember just what is was like to sit down and whisper stories in her little baby ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's Favorite Things:&lt;br /&gt;-Being swaddled. She cannot fall asleep unless she is in her special blanket wrapped up tight.&lt;br /&gt;-Smiling. She is so bubbly! I can already tell she has such a laid back playful spirit.&lt;br /&gt;-Pat-A-Cake. This game always makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;-Watching her brother and sister play. I think she will play really well with them. I can already picture her crawling after them.&lt;br /&gt;-Mommy. I hate to brag a little, but she is a Mommy's girl. Okay so I love saying that! She definitely knows when momma is around and she makes sure I pay her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYwSbVqBzI/AAAAAAAAApY/bLoY5E7T9sc/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+393.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYwSbVqBzI/AAAAAAAAApY/bLoY5E7T9sc/s400/januaryblogpics+393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306982304037078834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and Daddy were having big talks about her three month birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYwSn9VTwI/AAAAAAAAApg/IWrGWN6jdoI/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+405.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYwSn9VTwI/AAAAAAAAApg/IWrGWN6jdoI/s400/januaryblogpics+405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306982307424718594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the play wore her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYwSE36PCI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TcG0XeSK2oM/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+411.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYwSE36PCI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TcG0XeSK2oM/s400/januaryblogpics+411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306982298006731810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to celebrate with some special treats! My cookies never turn out, these were best I could get. Don't laugh! I have tried my aunt's recipe for years, and I'm just convinced she has some special ingredient she puts in there. Her cookies are the absolute best! I make myself sick every holiday at my granny's. The kids love it when we make these because they get so messy. It is fun, but my kitchen is one big disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2254027529743298113?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2254027529743298113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2254027529743298113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2254027529743298113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2254027529743298113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/kennedy-is-3-months.html' title='Kennedy is 3 Months'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaYyYOgwE9I/AAAAAAAAApw/Ww8UkMWcO1U/s72-c/januaryblogpics+407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8613492708719110637</id><published>2009-02-25T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:39:04.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I don't have a clue why I am still wide awake and it is now 2 a.m. I wish I could say I was rocking my sweet baby, but she is sleeping beside me like an angel. I have no excuse for being up, except I have a horrible case of insomnia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become irritating as you can imagine, going night after night with little to no sleep at all. I am up early with the kids and usually very grouchy and groggy. I don't understand why I can't sleep, but please if you would, and I know this sounds silly. But would you pray along with me that I can have rest. It is to a point that is really disturbing and even maybe a medical condition. I need to have my strength to take care of the kids each day, and I hate being sluggish and grumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, since I'm up late I'm on of the first to read Angie's post tonight about her book deal! Praise Him!! I know I will be anxiously awaiting the publishing of Audrey's story. Maybe I can luck out and go to her book signing. You would think I'm asleep, because now I'm just dreaming. Her strength is beyond my comprehension. Spiritually and emotionally she is a true warrior. She is the type of Sunday I would love to have in my bible study group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8613492708719110637?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8613492708719110637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8613492708719110637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8613492708719110637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8613492708719110637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-have-clue-why-i-am-still-wide.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6133211489270027762</id><published>2009-02-23T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:55:16.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duggars 20 and counting, Soffos 5 and um NO!</title><content type='html'>All weekend I was on the hunt for the Duggar Family Book: 20 and Counting. I love their show, and they are from my state so I feel I relate even more. No I don't have 18 kids, nor will I ever, but I believe in alot of their same family and religious values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOLf-FkxaI/AAAAAAAAAow/HjkO1AKLaZs/s1600-h/book20c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOLf-FkxaI/AAAAAAAAAow/HjkO1AKLaZs/s400/book20c.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238167331161506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the book this afternoon and started reading it tonight. I have to say I was a little emotional as I started reading it. We are now officially done with having our own biological children, as of Friday. Going into it Cabe kept asking if I was okay with this. We knew it was best for our family, but we do have a love for children. Having 3 kids under 5 isn't an easy task by any means, but it is true blessings from God. Friday night as I was on the Duggar's website I saw some verses that really made me said in the fact that we had decided on no more children. I cried a little and then as I prayed I told Cabe how I never know what God has in store. I love listening to adoption stories and testimonies, this my be one of those steps on the path of God's plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love the kids a little more as they are quietly tucked in their beds sleeping like angels! Ha,ha!! I forget the reality of the crazy day, I just see my blessings. I think for now I'm pretty content with reading about an extremely large family and not having one. I do hope to gain some new information from their book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They share how to be debt free. Plus, for that one!! (Don't know how they raise that many in today's society.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Some great scripture on child rearing and family.&lt;br /&gt;3. Frugal recipes and tips! Another plus!&lt;br /&gt;4. Some homeschooling resources and scheduling. &lt;br /&gt;5. I just am fascinated by them. Cabe thinks they are a little corny, but I find them interesting. They life a simple life, well as simple as it can be with 18 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sanity sake, the kids were put in bed early tonight, and I refreshed my mind by reading some stories of other people how have more madness than I do. I'll let the pictures tell it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ84HVvpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/aU95p9uRpAQ/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ84HVvpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/aU95p9uRpAQ/s400/januaryblogpics+379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306236464920903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt written all over that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ9Cjiz2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/TGDCuxUL7E4/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+383.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ9Cjiz2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/TGDCuxUL7E4/s400/januaryblogpics+383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306236467723554658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting McQueen had some explaining to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ9T2MtMI/AAAAAAAAAog/incR4lMZVbQ/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+381.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ9T2MtMI/AAAAAAAAAog/incR4lMZVbQ/s400/januaryblogpics+381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306236472365200578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water had been let out some, can you see the stopper is pulled up. The floor was soaked, and they had toilet paper torn into a million pieces trying to mop up the overflowing sink. Why not a towel? I don't understand child logic, or if there was any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ9m5oIBI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uGnIavDLgWk/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+386.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOJ9m5oIBI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uGnIavDLgWk/s400/januaryblogpics+386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306236477479854098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the stack of bathroom cups that had to be thrown away. Those will be stored on a top shelf for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6133211489270027762?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6133211489270027762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6133211489270027762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6133211489270027762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6133211489270027762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/duggars-20-and-counting-soffos-5-and-um.html' title='Duggars 20 and counting, Soffos 5 and um NO!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaOLf-FkxaI/AAAAAAAAAow/HjkO1AKLaZs/s72-c/book20c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6563374920240870701</id><published>2009-02-22T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:18:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday sweeties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaORjJ9H7LI/AAAAAAAAApI/kAQsf6cIXOw/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+391.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaORjJ9H7LI/AAAAAAAAApI/kAQsf6cIXOw/s400/januaryblogpics+391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306244819126316210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaORjAvMVsI/AAAAAAAAApA/W5jKgGJ4qXc/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaORjAvMVsI/AAAAAAAAApA/W5jKgGJ4qXc/s400/januaryblogpics+389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306244816651966146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaORiw4fD8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/AioUkSU9R5o/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+390.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaORiw4fD8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/AioUkSU9R5o/s400/januaryblogpics+390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306244812395974594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Miss Kennedy the cutest!?! She got so much love and kisses at church. Everyone just flipped over her in the hat. She didn't want to sit in church again today. Me and the same mom sat out the kid area with our girls. Both of us decided we are going to have to talk to the church staff about one of the TV's in the foyer featuring the service. We can listen the the whole sermon, but none of the TV's have it on. So for now I'm just a church going speaker listener! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had pizza at my sister Kristy's house. We were really excited to visit with my Granny there. She lives in town, but with everyone being sick and us being busy we haven't seen her in about a month. She held Kennedy most of the night and loved on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley clipped coupons with me and my sisters as the Awards played in the background. I wish I could say I saw at least one person win something, but with everyone in one house, not much TV gets watched. I wished I had a picture of Kensley sitting on the couch going through the coupons. She is so funny, I swear she is 30 in a 5 year olds body.She was tossing out coupons of items we don't use, and even handed me over an ad for the most old lady looking bra ever. You know those ones you see in the Sunday ads! Sweet thought, but I hope I still have more style in me than that. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6563374920240870701?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6563374920240870701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6563374920240870701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6563374920240870701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6563374920240870701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-sweeties.html' title='Sunday sweeties'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SaORjJ9H7LI/AAAAAAAAApI/kAQsf6cIXOw/s72-c/januaryblogpics+391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2261092896597453641</id><published>2009-02-20T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:12:56.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>Today was V-Day and I don't mean Valentines, it was the dreaded vascetomy day. Cabe did so much better than I expected. He was nervous out of his mind when he woke up.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to Holly's for lunch, Cabe refered to it as the last supper. It was getting really close to time, so I sent Cabey into EM to spend his birthday certificates to ease his mind. I laughed so hard the other day while driving down the road Cabe started talking about how new shoes and clothes comforted him. Yes very usual for a man, but ever since I have know him he loves to dress in style.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting some new jeans the time had come to take the loopy pills. I got in the drivers seat and we were off. I was driving so like it or not we were headed to the doctors office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well and now we are enjoying a relaxing night of munching on snacks and watching movies. I had my parents come get Kensley and Klay so Cabe could relax.They were really hyper and everytime they ran through the living room Cabe would flinch thinking they were going to bump his chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been nice here with just us and Kennedy. Usually if we are alone we are out on a date somewhere. The house has been so queit and we even broke out the Ben and Jerry's and ate out of the carton. Things you get to do when kids aren't around!! How fun! My mom would die if she knew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud Cabe went through with it and he did really well. He was even laughing and making jokes with the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get stuff done in my craft room while Cabe rests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2261092896597453641?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2261092896597453641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2261092896597453641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2261092896597453641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2261092896597453641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day_20.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5192316257691520963</id><published>2009-02-19T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:33:40.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well you know your man quiz</title><content type='html'>I'm doing the quiz I saw on Heather's blog about knowing your man well. I love these quizzes and I knew I was going to ask him these once I saw it anyways, so I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how well I know Cabe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen? &lt;br /&gt;Either Intervention or XBox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad? Ranch or Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What's one food he doesn't like? Mushrooms, onions, or bell peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order?&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Where did he go to high school? &lt;br /&gt;Conway High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What size shoe does he wear? &lt;br /&gt;11.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If he was to collect anything, what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;Guns (Yes, I do hate that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What kind of sandwich does he like?&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What would this person eat every day if he could?&lt;br /&gt;Chick-fil-A #2 Large it with a Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is his favorite cereal? &lt;br /&gt;Cascadian Farms Organic granola, Cinnamon Toast, or Apple Jacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What would he never wear? &lt;br /&gt;Corduroy pants(His mom bought him some nice ones that sat in the closest for years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What is his favorite sports team? &lt;br /&gt;Razorbacks (He isn't that crazy about them lately, so maybe the Cowboys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Who did he vote for? &lt;br /&gt;McCain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who is his best friend? &lt;br /&gt;I would say I probably am. We are the closest, but for a guy it is Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do? &lt;br /&gt;Put on my old lady hand cream before bed or procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is his favorite color? &lt;br /&gt;Orange or blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake? &lt;br /&gt;I bake his Mammaw's German Chocolate cake every year for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Did he play sports in high school?&lt;br /&gt;No, he didn't like the coaches when he moved here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What could he spend hours doing?&lt;br /&gt;Hunting or playing XBox NCAA football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is one unique talent he has? &lt;br /&gt;Oh that's a weird one. I can't think of any "unique" talent but blows duck calls really well. (On a weird note however he is the only person I know who counts his bananas in his cereal so he knows he has eaten them all!Ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5192316257691520963?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5192316257691520963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5192316257691520963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5192316257691520963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5192316257691520963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-well-you-know-your-man-quiz.html' title='How well you know your man quiz'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1769381451388066409</id><published>2009-02-18T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:22:45.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally POTTY TRAINED!!!! Yahoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxdHP6FrWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fBBpQm6c9Jk/s1600-h/IMG_4693.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxdHP6FrWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fBBpQm6c9Jk/s400/IMG_4693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304216840246242658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxdG75rRWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/zSb2QVA4HGU/s1600-h/IMG_4690.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxdG75rRWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/zSb2QVA4HGU/s400/IMG_4690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304216834875802978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Klay signing his name on the potty chart on the 13th of January. He is fully potty trained now!! I am praising the Lord for that!!!! I would like to say I knew what got him potty trained but honestly I have no clue. It was just his time. We tried ever trick in the books, and even bribed the kid with toys and money. We have worked for over a year now, but I am glad to say he has been in nothing but undies for two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has wet the bed three nights, so yesterday while at Wal-Mart I thought I would pick up some big boy night time pants. He cried and threw a fit in the middle of the aisle saying not to laugh at him, he was a big boy. Poor dear, I couldn't make him think he was a baby by going back to the diapers at night, so I'm just layering up mattress pads and hoping for the best. Also if you have ever seen the Good Night underpants for boys, they are just SAD!! They go up to 110 lbs. people and you would think since they are suppose to look like boxers for big kids they would be a diaper. But I'm telling you I couldn't bring myself to put Klay in those. Poor dears who have to wear them, the commercial shows big kids wearing them at sleepovers. That is just wrong!! Those kids would definitely be noticed with those bulky things on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud of Klay!! He has done it this time all on his own. He now tells us he needs to go and just takes himself. Even while at Wal-Mart yesterday he told me he needed to go. That within itself is a whole other post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1769381451388066409?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1769381451388066409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1769381451388066409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1769381451388066409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1769381451388066409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-potty-trained-yahoo.html' title='Finally POTTY TRAINED!!!! Yahoo!!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxdHP6FrWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fBBpQm6c9Jk/s72-c/IMG_4693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-619009045976320271</id><published>2009-02-14T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:30:38.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I'm celebrating with all my sweeties today, and even my little K on her first V-Day. The kiddos and myself have enjoyed way too much chocolate and candy. I'm pretty sure Klay has had way too much since he is standing up in front of the fireplace butt naked with his airplane lollipop he got for Valentine's day cooling his little man off! Ha,ha! I'm serious, he is saying its hot and fanning himself. Sad thing is I don't know if its just regular Klay or the sugar talking. Hard to tell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved playing with their cards. Klayton got a talking card from his Nana and Pop that he just adored. Kensley thought is was cool but you could tell she was a little upset she hadn't gotten one that talked. So Daddy and Klay had to get her the ultimate card. Hannah Montana that sings and plays a message from mommy and daddy. In her eyes that is the greatest thing on earth! Don't you just love the simple things in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself was quite excited to get my gifts too, even though I knew what they were. It may be too much information but last week all my bras went on the outs. I'm not kidding you! I woke up with the worst pinching pain in my side. It was my under wire cutting me to pieces. So I went to the closet to get another, what would you know but it too woke me up the next morning digging in my side. So after going through another two bras and figuring out they too had the wire coming out, I thought it was time for some new ones. Cabe ordered more of my favorites from VS, and I had to tease him because at Christmas time he had gone into the very uncomfortable store with both kids and asked the lady if they sold nursing bras. I about fell out of my chair when he was re-telling me the story! But low and behold when I got on the website to order some new ones, Victoria Secret now carries nursing bras. Cabe thinks its all because of him! Too funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day everyone! Hope you all enjoy the ones you love in your life, and give them lots of hugs today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZj5vlkbj1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/VBf57RVjxic/s1600-h/photo.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZj5vlkbj1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/VBf57RVjxic/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303263157162839890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe and I are off to a nice dinner at Cajuns Wharf&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses to all my family! Love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-619009045976320271?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/619009045976320271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=619009045976320271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/619009045976320271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/619009045976320271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZj5vlkbj1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/VBf57RVjxic/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1525736558058569299</id><published>2009-02-04T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:50:14.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new friend.....Rosie</title><content type='html'>Guess what was on my doorstep today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SYtBoB2QjpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cNUKb9Qojm0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SYtBoB2QjpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cNUKb9Qojm0/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299401542478106258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rosie, my new friend!!! Cabe is just so wonderful. The other night when we had company my sister mentioned her Roomba and how much she loved it. Cabe thought idea was ingenious and he just had to try it out. So this little package arrived today on my doorstep. So far I just love her! We named her Rosie, except Klay who calls her Wall-E. He even introduced his Wall-E to the new Wall-E, it was quite funny! While I cooked dinner tonight, my floors where vacuumed! How awesome is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1525736558058569299?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1525736558058569299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1525736558058569299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1525736558058569299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1525736558058569299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-friendrosie.html' title='My new friend.....Rosie'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SYtBoB2QjpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cNUKb9Qojm0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4500058422706706686</id><published>2009-02-03T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:01:04.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHiqVygN-w0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHiqVygN-w0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard when I saw this!!! I mean I was on the floor rolling, Ellen has this contagious laugh that makes you chuckle. I love watching her show, and I'm so glad lately Kennedy has needed to be rocked around the time her show comes on, so I get to watch it for a few minutes. Also if you add Ellen as a friend on Facebook, you can win things. Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4500058422706706686?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4500058422706706686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4500058422706706686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4500058422706706686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4500058422706706686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/02/youtube-tuesday.html' title='YouTube Tuesday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8442631888850511058</id><published>2009-01-27T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:21:01.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lSqZkHMsEw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lSqZkHMsEw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the grand opening of our church at the GLR campus. Bad quality because it was taken with phone, but so awesome. We have so much talent its crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8442631888850511058?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8442631888850511058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8442631888850511058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8442631888850511058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8442631888850511058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/youtube-tuesday_27.html' title='YouTube Tuesday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-3824179206743450127</id><published>2009-01-26T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:42:45.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me your Eyes</title><content type='html'>I had a rough day this afternoon with the kids. As the day progressed their behavior started going downhill. I could tell we were soon in for some serious acting out, bad behavior. I was in the middle of one of those moments that I just wanted to curl up and cry, asking how does it get this out of hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in the door, with arms fully loaded. Kennedy is bawling her eyes out ready to eat. Molly has just gotten home from the groomer and needs to be taken out to potty really bad. Kensley and Klayton have germy hands all over Kennedy, with wet muddy shoes on in the house. As I'm taking Molly out quickly to potty, a neighbor stops and tells me that Jet is in our trash and has it all over the driveway. So I suit up with gloves, go outside clean up trash. Come in to find Molly has pooped and peed. Clean up Molly. Finally wash up hands, grab Kennedy and feed her. Change Kennedy. Doorbell rings. Klayton just opens the door with me in the other room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so you get that things were all happening at once and I was just laughing inside thinking I'm running a circus. Really I wanted to cry inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who was at the door? It was a dear sweet friend of ours from church bringing a gift over for Kennedy. Ms. KC is so so sweet! She runs our children's ministries at church and also is one of the teachers at Kensley's preschool. Well the kids just kept the act of the circus going to whole time she was here. I cried when she left. I had to just go in the other room and cry. Then I composed myself and realized I'm the mother, get yourself together and take hold of the situation. But that was just it I felt that the kids had gotten so out of control I had no clue where to start. I just quietly prayed in my room. I don't want to feel like I have failed as a parent, but sometimes when the kids get so disrespectful and out of control I feel it can only be I've not done my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am looking for the in site in different scriptures. After praying and trying to figure out different options, I decided to order a book I've heard good reviews on. It is Dr. Leman's Have a New Kid by Friday. I can't wait to get it in and read. I am not forgetting though to just stay positive and look through his eyes. My children are my life, I cherish them so deeply and I pray over them constantly for the best life. I going to try and tuck into bed early tonight, stay warm, and study all the verses I can get my hands on about raising up children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a good book, and a new devotional. I looked around on Lifeway's site and found some really good books I hope to be studying soon. But for now, this is a priority of mine. Tomorrow I will be watching Fireproof hopefully, if the ice storm doesn't have other plans! I have waited so long to see this!!! It came out on my birthday and Cabe and I never got to see it. I have given him such grief over not talking me out for a date night to see this. Tomorrow I will rent it, maybe buy it, and we will do our own little date night at home with pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm and don't forget to look through his eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When I came out of the room from having my little cry, I came out to pee on the floor from Molly! I wanted to go back in to cry more! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-3824179206743450127?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/3824179206743450127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=3824179206743450127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3824179206743450127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3824179206743450127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-me-your-eyes.html' title='Give me your Eyes'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-3710984058268247105</id><published>2009-01-20T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:11:51.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this commercial! Cabe even laughed at it, sad thing is I was thinking about how I had seen him pull out some dance moves with Kensley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-3710984058268247105?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/3710984058268247105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=3710984058268247105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3710984058268247105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3710984058268247105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/youtube-tuesday.html' title='YouTube Tuesday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7494775023531413252</id><published>2009-01-20T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:40:05.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mom song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGoelj7l668&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGoelj7l668&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav bloggers had this up this morning! I thought it was so funny, and true! Loved the part about don't cry or I'll give you something to cry about. That's my moms line! My sisters and I know that one all too well growing up! Luv ya momma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I thought this was fitting since we were oh so behind this morning. Kensley got to so at around oh nine....yeah bad mommy, all my fault. I kinda fell back asleep at 6, since I had just laid down from being up with Kennedy. She had a couple of bad choking spells last night so I was up suctioning, and worrying like crazy. All those mom things! I told Cabe just the other night that I swear I think I have only slept an hours worth in the five years I have been raising my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't God put somewhere in that fine print that mothers days are 72hrs. long. I'm still hoping for that one! ha,ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7494775023531413252?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7494775023531413252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7494775023531413252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7494775023531413252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7494775023531413252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-song.html' title='The mom song'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4129572376793733582</id><published>2009-01-19T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:59:33.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on all the sickness</title><content type='html'>Today I went back for my follow up appointment with the urologist. I had indeed lost the strings to my stint. One more happy thing on my lucky spree! Ha! So after the x-rays confirmed I did still have my stint. Which I knew I did, because you can't miss that feeling of pain for anything. The doctor took the stint out with a scope. Not my favorite thing ever. I swear I'll be in depends before I'm thirty! Ha! (And yes this blog is in no means censored, just sharing our everything life. The good, the bad, and the ugly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I didn't hear the best news about my stone on the right kidney. I do still have the majority of the stone in my kidney after the first lithotripsy. So that means more surgery. But after talking to the doctor about all that is going on right now, he decide to postpone it for a while. He gave me the option and I thought waiting was the best also. I am to see him back in three months to see if the stone has passed or gotten any larger. If it has not then I will have the surgery again. With all Kennedy has been through from switching back and forth from nursing and formula, not having her mommy, and then getting RSV. I think she needs to be completely well and have some more milk stored up before I have surgery again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Kennedy back to the doctor today, to follow up from the ER the other night. Her oxygen levels are great, so she doesn't need to be hospitalized right now. She has lost some weight, but if I can't just get her to keep eating hopefully she won't get dehydrated. We got encouragement though that maybe she has seen her worst and she won't need to go to the hospital to be monitored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still praying for her complete healing and that she can get back to her happy little self. She did play a game of patty cake with Daddy tonight, I couldn't capture her smiles, but she was cheesing so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYe8d8kFZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8YHAQD5sQ2k/s1600-h/januaryblogpics+362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYe8d8kFZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8YHAQD5sQ2k/s400/januaryblogpics+362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293452436200232338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4129572376793733582?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4129572376793733582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4129572376793733582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4129572376793733582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4129572376793733582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-all-sickness.html' title='Update on all the sickness'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYe8d8kFZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8YHAQD5sQ2k/s72-c/januaryblogpics+362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5519996436756746480</id><published>2009-01-18T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:00:28.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Harper</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/prayingforharpercopy.png"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet blogger friend I follow just had her first child on Friday. She has been the most excited pregnant person I've ever seen, and more deserving to be a mother than anyone I know. She is such a woman of faith and inspiration. She had a great pregnancy, but went over and was induced on Friday. Labor started out well, then Kelly lost a lot of blood and Harper was born in very critical condition. Please lift this family up in your prayers! She has a band all over this nation that is praying for her. I have been truly amazed to see what response to prayers and what miracles are being performed. She updates frequently on Harper, as of now her vitals are stable, but her heart and lungs are still very critical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family needs to have a blanket of prayers over them right now. I can't wait to see little Harper get to come home from the hospital and I know Kelly will be so excited to just touch her little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried the other night over the emotional video Angie Smith had posted, I was just asking why things happen to such good people. I then thought of some of the most wonderful women I know that are waiting for things in their lives. Waiting for husbands or babies, and Kelly has waited and now little Harper is hurting. Satan really tries to test your faith, and it is women like her that amaze me. She can wait, and still praise the Lord. She hurts for Harper, and she still praises the Lord. I pray to the Lord that my faith may be that strong shall I ever be faced with such hurt. He has blessed me beyond measure with my children. I never had a problem having my babies, and each one has been born the picture of health. I don't seem worthy to receive such blessings, but I do kneel on my knees thanking God for these blessings!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say a special prayer tonight for the Stamp family and all the other mothers tonight who cannot hold their newborn baby. I saw my sister go through a very similar situation and it just didn't seem fair. She waited and then had my nephew, and he was rushed to Children's not breathing. Today he is a precious two year old who absolutely loves Thomas and couldn't be healthier. I know there are miracles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5519996436756746480?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5519996436756746480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5519996436756746480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5519996436756746480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5519996436756746480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/pray-for-harper.html' title='Pray for Harper'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5690891761288028545</id><published>2009-01-18T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:17:44.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Kennedy</title><content type='html'>Hey all! I know it has been way to long since a blog update. I have the pictures and alot of the posts half done. I promise to share sweet Kennedy's newborn shots and all the fun Christmas pics soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just posting to ask for pray for our sweet little one! We have had so much going on lately and it just really feels like the devil is trying to pull us down. I am staying optimistic and praying constantly that our family recovers soon. Last Thursday(1/8) I had emergency kidney surgery, the kids both got pneumonia, we had a trip back to the ER because I had an allergic reaction. And last night after several trips to the doctor this week we had to rush Kennedy to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my horrible suspicions all week, she was indeed diagnosed with RSV. I am scared to death, and we are just needing alot of prayer right now. Klayton was hospitalized as an infant with very bad RSV, and to the day has damaged to his lungs is a very bad asthmatic. I am praying that Kennedy is healed and the Lord just heals all our sicknesses right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXN_XOzFqnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/zdwJuxmQDnQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXN_XOzFqnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/zdwJuxmQDnQ/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292714024176560754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXN_Ld19iPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RYoUvKG85Q4/s1600-h/photo.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXN_Ld19iPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RYoUvKG85Q4/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292713822056712434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much prayer is needed and appreciated. I will update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5690891761288028545?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5690891761288028545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5690891761288028545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5690891761288028545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5690891761288028545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all-i-know-it-has-been-way-to-long.html' title='Pray for Kennedy'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXN_XOzFqnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/zdwJuxmQDnQ/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2245300141822770615</id><published>2008-12-24T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:24:42.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up late, gifts wrapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxQNu5yUFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/voNs89Ox6J0/s1600-h/IMG_4364.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxQNu5yUFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/voNs89Ox6J0/s400/IMG_4364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304202657994526802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxQMh43FwI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lfHKf973eg0/s1600-h/IMG_4359.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxQMh43FwI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lfHKf973eg0/s400/IMG_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304202637321115394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now off to bed, we have a very full day tomorrow with stops at every ones. Kennedy and Daddy made the pecan pie for Christmas dinner while I finished wrapping all the presents. Kennedy was wide awake wanting to be held and we had tons to finish up, so Super Dad strapped on the Baby Bjorn and baked a pecan pie! Ha,ha! He has perfected this recipe since trying it out around Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecan Pie is both our favorites so he took two great recipes, combined them, and now we know how to make the best pecan pie ever!! I was in charge of deviled eggs as usual and also green bean bundles. We had been out late with the kids and by the time we got them to bed it was near 11:00, leaving us up til now. But we have all the food ready and every gift wrapped so we are good to go tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a good Christmas Eve and gets in bed early for Santa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2245300141822770615?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2245300141822770615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2245300141822770615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2245300141822770615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2245300141822770615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-now-off-to-bed-we-have-very-full.html' title='Up late, gifts wrapped'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxQNu5yUFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/voNs89Ox6J0/s72-c/IMG_4364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7472572930390430863</id><published>2008-12-23T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:20:24.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/szLmAPW39uE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/szLmAPW39uE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if hubby would do this one next year!Ha! Better say would his workers do this one for him? He is terrified of heights so he hired his workers to do our lights! Too funny, its all for the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Hy97GNQxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Hy97GNQxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids use to love my crazy frog ring tone! I think the neighbors would hate us for this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7472572930390430863?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7472572930390430863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7472572930390430863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7472572930390430863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7472572930390430863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/12/youtube-tuesday_23.html' title='YouTube Tuesday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4045426725162823880</id><published>2008-12-19T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:09:51.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxKzlS14rI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Kyk_zAcQ2Jc/s1600-h/IMG_4351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxKzlS14rI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Kyk_zAcQ2Jc/s400/IMG_4351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196711180526258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxKzWwkpoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/APXTA88mYo4/s1600-h/IMG_4347.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxKzWwkpoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/APXTA88mYo4/s400/IMG_4347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196707278694018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had Kensley's Christmas party at preschool. This was a huge step today because 1. It was the first trip running errands with all three kids in tow 2. I had to have 90 cookies baked by the 2:30 party 3. Lots of sick kids around baby (big worry). Thankfully my mother in-law was close by the school and she came to sit in the car and hold Kennedy while we were in the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out just fine, but I am so overly exhausted now from waking up at 5 to start getting ready for the day and making it to the party on time. It was a monumental moment today saying that I did it myself and made it there on time. I know Cabe is thanking the Lord that I made it somewhere on time. What is a few minutes anyways, is no one fashionably late these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay had just as much fun, if not more than Kensley at the party. He marched right in and sat down like it was his classroom and he is there everyday. When Mrs. Jamie was explaining the project and asking questions Klay answered first to everything. It was funny to all the other parents, but princess was a little irritated brother was stepping into her territory. The kids made birthday cakes for Jesus out of the cookies I baked. It was really cute hearing them all sing happy birthday to Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4045426725162823880?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4045426725162823880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4045426725162823880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4045426725162823880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4045426725162823880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SZxKzlS14rI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Kyk_zAcQ2Jc/s72-c/IMG_4351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8738330928235670953</id><published>2008-12-16T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:15:20.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bF9jLHbOpMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bF9jLHbOpMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!! I cried like a baby seeing this. Her name being Kensley didn't help the emotions either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8738330928235670953?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8738330928235670953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8738330928235670953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8738330928235670953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8738330928235670953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/12/youtube-tuesday.html' title='YouTube Tuesday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1707923007182130289</id><published>2008-12-15T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:06:47.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Perfect</title><content type='html'>I saw this on someones blog and I thought it was just precious. I'm doing one of my own, so that hubby is a little more incorporated into the blog. We do a lot as a family now, and not so much as just a couple these days. I love him to pieces, though, we don't always get the time for us, he came first and its important sometimes to remember that. So Mr. Perfect here is a little about you. I love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your man?&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Cabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together&lt;br /&gt;High School sweethearts, started dating in ninth grade. We will have our 6yr. wedding anniversary this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dating/Engaged/Married?&lt;br /&gt;Happily Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man?&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's his middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Cabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You or your man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who eats more?&lt;br /&gt;Really depends on the food. I can out number him by far on anything Mexican, but he likes his country cookin. Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who said "I love you" first?&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those things we both said it, we wanted to wait until the right time from both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who weighs more?&lt;br /&gt;Him, and happily I never passed him up during pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who sings better?&lt;br /&gt;I love to belt it out in the car, I'm my own American Idol. But he has a really great voice, I love when he will sing something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's Older?&lt;br /&gt;Him by a couple of months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who's smarter?&lt;br /&gt;He is defiantly more book smart. He doesn't like to study, but he soaks up things I would never pick up on. I like the tease him however, and tell him he didn't get to experience much in Camden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who's temper is worse?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we both have a temper. I don't blow up as much, but its like the roof blows when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who does the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;I do it all. Only when I'm sick will he attempt it. The washer intimidates him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who does the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;Me most of the time, every once in a while he will do them and I'll dry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;He does, he likes to be closest to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who's feet are bigger?&lt;br /&gt;His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who's hair is longer?&lt;br /&gt;Of course mine. I'm not one for that image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who's better with the computer?&lt;br /&gt;He is much better, but I like to think I can navigate online better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who mows the lawn?&lt;br /&gt;He does. I would at the old house, but the riding lawn mower scares me now, so he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who pays the bills?&lt;br /&gt;He takes care of everything for us and the business, and I pay the house and car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who cooks dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Me always. One nights he does, we have breakfast or grilled cheese. Those are the two things I don't cook good, and he does it perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who drives when you are together?&lt;br /&gt;Him, but his driving scares me. Way too fast! Luv ya babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?&lt;br /&gt;He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who's the most stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;Him by far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is the first one to admit when they're wrong&lt;br /&gt;He is really good about that, I had to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who's parents do you see more?&lt;br /&gt;His. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who named your dog?&lt;br /&gt;I have named both. My names always seem to fit once we meet the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first?&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me of course, no brainer if you know Cabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out?&lt;br /&gt;He will tell you the story of that one. He asked me everyday for weeks and I told him never. Finally we went out and I considered it our first date, but his friend came with us, so he said it wasn't a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who's more sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;I am way more sensitive, but he is sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who's taller?&lt;br /&gt;Him, but we are both short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more friends?&lt;br /&gt;He does. I have lost a lot of old friends as I've gotten older, but made many new. Not close friends like Cabe has and keeps in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who has more siblings?&lt;br /&gt;I do, I have two sisters, he has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who wears the pants in the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I would say he does. I never really push things my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1707923007182130289?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1707923007182130289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1707923007182130289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1707923007182130289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1707923007182130289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-perfect.html' title='Mr. Perfect'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2711345052204999087</id><published>2008-11-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:40:11.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This is Little Turkey Lurky on her first Thanksgiving! She slept through most of the day, while I ate way too much! Oh well I have an excuse right now, just nourishing myself so I can nurse. Ha,ha! Thanksgiving turns out to be a great time to have a child, because you come home from the hospital starved and you have so much food brought to you for Turkey day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the house considering I just got home from the hospital yesterday evening. Mimi brought out all the food, and Cabe fried our turkey. I am usually designated to make the deviled eggs, but this year I didn't cook anything, so a sweet family friend Pam made us 3 dozen deviled eggs! Yeah I'm gonna be sick off those! They are my favorite as well as the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBkXaa64I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SfiHcdo0_Ig/s1600-h/IMG_3945.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBkXaa64I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SfiHcdo0_Ig/s400/IMG_3945.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293420136292346754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBkAQ7YBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cZAkQDUaFwY/s1600-h/IMG_3938.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBkAQ7YBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cZAkQDUaFwY/s400/IMG_3938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293420130078515218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I got Kensley interested in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. I watch it every year while cooking and getting ready to go the family's houses. This year we have been reading the book about how the parade got started so she was very interested to see what it was all about. She just loved the big balloons like Dora and Snoopy! She also loved watching all the dance skits be performed. I'm glad I've got a new little buddy to watch it with me each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBjTTP3ZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cFzaojX_pEU/s1600-h/IMG_3927.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBjTTP3ZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cFzaojX_pEU/s400/IMG_3927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293420118008651154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch had settled we had some pie!! Yumm-O! Klayton's new favorite thing this thanksgiving has been pumpkin pie. He had it at Kensley's school lunch and kept going back for more. He was too cute siting on the fireplace eating pie and watching Miracle on 34th Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBjguUcPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/RYBZclCAk-s/s1600-h/IMG_3933.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBjguUcPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/RYBZclCAk-s/s400/IMG_3933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293420121611858162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a very blessed Thanksgiving! I know this year I have even more to be thankful for. My precious new baby is so healthy and the most beautiful little thing ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2711345052204999087?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2711345052204999087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2711345052204999087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2711345052204999087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2711345052204999087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYBkXaa64I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SfiHcdo0_Ig/s72-c/IMG_3945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8970898040455010760</id><published>2008-11-20T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:02:51.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLA Thanksgiving Lunch</title><content type='html'>I had to share some of the cute pics I got today at Kensley's Thanksgiving lunch at pre-school. Klay was so interested in the other boys at school, but he was a good sport and got some pictures of Kensley. Do you notice how he isn't looking at the camera in any of them? Ha! &lt;br /&gt;We feasted on turkey and pie and got the fellowship with the staff and other parents at school. Kensley was so shy around this little boy in her class Wade. He is just precious!! He is always right there beside Kensley and wants hug her and play. She gets so embarrassed by it. Poor little guy was just talking to us asking what Kensley was doing for Thanksgiving and if she was going to be here in town. I thought it was too precious, but Kensley is to shy to open up and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch the kids were free to go home. This was the last day Kensley will be at school for a while because of the holidays and the baby. She was really excited to be off for Thanksgiving and she is even more excited to know that means it is getting close to the time for Kennedy to be born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOThQodeJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gVJRRXCKhTA/s1600-h/IMG_3750.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOThQodeJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gVJRRXCKhTA/s400/IMG_3750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292736186700101778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOTg0BALbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5QiYNKrt_Dc/s1600-h/IMG_3749.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOTg0BALbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5QiYNKrt_Dc/s400/IMG_3749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292736179018411442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOTgL-8YNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/65LzA0L31ZA/s1600-h/IMG_3745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOTgL-8YNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/65LzA0L31ZA/s400/IMG_3745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292736168272355538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have remembered to get a picture of Kensley's turkey centerpieces they made in class. They were cute brown paper bag turkeys the kids had made to decorate the foyer of the church. She also made an Indian bead necklace that she has proudly worn around all afternoon telling me about the Indians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8970898040455010760?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8970898040455010760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8970898040455010760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8970898040455010760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8970898040455010760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/11/lla-thanksgiving-lunch.html' title='LLA Thanksgiving Lunch'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOThQodeJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gVJRRXCKhTA/s72-c/IMG_3750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2650068971990300470</id><published>2008-11-19T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:15:35.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon will be baby...</title><content type='html'>We went for my last doctors appointment today! Dr. Lawrence decided she wants to induce Tuesday morning. I just knew I would have Kennedy on my due date of December 1st. I thought if I didn't go into labor then the doctor would induce on that day. She thinks though that Kennedy is healthy enough now and it will be better on me if we just go ahead and induce. She has had to induce with both Kensley and Klayton and I was really hoping this time my water would break and all that neat stuff. It would be a whole new experience for Cabe and I, but I just don't think my body would ever do it. My babies like to stay nice and cozy in mommy's belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad though to know that I have this weekend to finish up my last minute preparations and make sure I have everything for Kennedy. I will try to relax and keep my feet up. I just keep thinking of things to do now that I'm afraid I won't have time for after, and I just want to be ready for her and the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little worried tonight though because today in the appointment Dr. Lawrence heard the baby's heart skipping beats which she hasn't heard before. She doesn't think it is much since she hasn't heard it before now, but she will monitor me closely during labor to make sure the baby isn't in distress. I am so overly worried and concerned. I have already researched the condition which she said this is, I am just praying for the best and that Kennedy is born healthy. Please keep us in your prayers and pray for her little heart to be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will able to share sweeties pictures! I can't wait to meet her!! I'm so excited to see how much hair she has&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2650068971990300470?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2650068971990300470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2650068971990300470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2650068971990300470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2650068971990300470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/11/soon-will-be-baby.html' title='Soon will be baby...'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-751568835909167987</id><published>2008-11-16T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:49:08.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Grinch Stole Christmas</title><content type='html'>Tonight we took the kids to see How the Grinch Stole Christmas at the Silver Moon Cinema. Kenlsey and Klay absolutely love going to these!! It is a local outdoor movie theater that is seasonal. They have family movies that have been voted on that they play from April through November. They choose one a month, and when I saw the last one of the year was going to be The Grinch, I knew we must go. It was so cold though!! This has been the coldest night we have had so far, but we bundle up in coats and sleeping bags and had a great time. This has been Kensley's favorite movie since she was three. The kids thought it was so neat to have hot chocolate and get in their sleeping bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOR6ACc2II/AAAAAAAAAgw/sSVFn0pQPzc/s1600-h/IMG_3743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOR6ACc2II/AAAAAAAAAgw/sSVFn0pQPzc/s400/IMG_3743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292734412719184002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOR56QCrGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uZJW9UVeUXw/s1600-h/IMG_3742.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOR56QCrGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uZJW9UVeUXw/s400/IMG_3742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292734411165576290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie was over we went to Target to look for some Christmas goodies. We came home with tons of boxes of hot chocolate and seasonal snack mixes, also some cookies. We then sat in front of the fireplace munching on cookies and watched The Santa Clause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-751568835909167987?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/751568835909167987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=751568835909167987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/751568835909167987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/751568835909167987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-grinch-stole-christmas.html' title='How the Grinch Stole Christmas'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOR6ACc2II/AAAAAAAAAgw/sSVFn0pQPzc/s72-c/IMG_3743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8023825170864647642</id><published>2008-11-08T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:53:57.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival games, Ponies, Cake, and more..</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated both of the kids birthday with a carnival party! Kensley had seen a themed party like this on Jon and Kate Plus 8 and that what she has been asking months for. The kids have been so excited to know they had ponies coming to their party. I have said before but I like to really celebrate their birthdays because it is such a big day for them, and us too as parents. Last year we went to Disney World during their birthdays so they didn't have a party. Even though Disney was the best trip ever, I missed not giving them a party. Ever since Kensley's first birthday party, the girl has gotten super excited when it gets time to plan her day. She just likes having all her friends to play with! Klayton just loves the idea of birthdays and getting to blow out the candles. Last year I think we re-lite the candles atleast ten times for him. I have planned for a while exactly what we were going to do at the party, and I have to say it turned out great! Every loved the pony rides, and they loved having the games to win prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little stud posing with his 3 shirt! He thought it was super cool that I put Klaybo on the back for him. He would show off and hold up his fingers and say I'm three now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOkr1CDhUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8RWMe926K9E/s1600-h/birthdayparty+570.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOkr1CDhUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8RWMe926K9E/s400/birthdayparty+570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292755059967493442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOksvJmOxI/AAAAAAAAAko/aTgDHOjdwv4/s1600-h/birthdayparty+574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOksvJmOxI/AAAAAAAAAko/aTgDHOjdwv4/s400/birthdayparty+574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292755075568384786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninny came early to help setup the cakes she made! She has to be one of the most talented people I know. She makes the kids cakes each birthday, and I couldn't be more happy with them. My cakes are a sad sit not fit to pull out in public! After so many people asking her to make cakes for wedding and such, she has finally decided to have a website and do cakes on the side. I can't wait to post her website when it is all done. Everything Ninny does is cool, so I know it will just be over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOks2lKQGI/AAAAAAAAAkw/N1YVA4XenMQ/s1600-h/birthdayparty+583.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOks2lKQGI/AAAAAAAAAkw/N1YVA4XenMQ/s400/birthdayparty+583.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292755077563039842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backyard had different carnival booths setup that we made. Each child would play the games to win prizes for their goodie bags. We played coke toss, Go Fish, and face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOjmHbUd5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/cOGbzIts-ug/s1600-h/birthdayparty+589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOjmHbUd5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/cOGbzIts-ug/s400/birthdayparty+589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292753862314456978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys all decided they wanted football tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOjnFpeZKI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8v_K5b9tJVg/s1600-h/birthdayparty+600.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOjnFpeZKI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8v_K5b9tJVg/s400/birthdayparty+600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292753879016826018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley and Scarlett had so much fun running around and playing. Kensley loves when she gets to see her and then the whole next week she walks around the house talking about her best friend Scarlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOjmvttxBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6HStG5-33aw/s1600-h/birthdayparty+597.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOjmvttxBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6HStG5-33aw/s400/birthdayparty+597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292753873129030674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klaybo on Chester the pony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh5nb2EkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xbYV36tGIeU/s1600-h/birthdayparty+653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh5nb2EkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xbYV36tGIeU/s400/birthdayparty+653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292751998300852802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to share a picture of the line waiting to ride the ponies. Once the ponies arrived the kids stayed their no stop waiting their turn! I'm glad it turned out to be such a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh5M4tTmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/elL683wEvVw/s1600-h/birthdayparty+652.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh5M4tTmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/elL683wEvVw/s400/birthdayparty+652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292751991174155874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh4pUBijI/AAAAAAAAAjw/W6iFV5s8G5c/s1600-h/birthdayparty+646.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh4pUBijI/AAAAAAAAAjw/W6iFV5s8G5c/s400/birthdayparty+646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292751981625051698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh4ZeF9rI/AAAAAAAAAjo/y-MiBjOLy8k/s1600-h/birthdayparty+642.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOh4ZeF9rI/AAAAAAAAAjo/y-MiBjOLy8k/s400/birthdayparty+642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292751977372317362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome My Little Pony and Curious George cakes my sister made for the kiddos! Isn't she so talented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOfGSFZgrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1JhH5M_j5f0/s1600-h/birthdayparty+752.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOfGSFZgrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1JhH5M_j5f0/s400/birthdayparty+752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748917372977842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOfGNZRoQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bPKmBDdQzGs/s1600-h/birthdayparty+751.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOfGNZRoQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bPKmBDdQzGs/s400/birthdayparty+751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748916114170114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah could not wait for Lily to ride the pony. She was already planning to buy her a horse if she took well to it.Ha, ha! It was precious to see Lily on the pony with her little Cowgirl hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOfFWrSbEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Uj3oTyX-V3s/s1600-h/birthdayparty+742.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOfFWrSbEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Uj3oTyX-V3s/s400/birthdayparty+742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748901425769538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOcyh_eJJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qvyFJzkWS7I/s1600-h/birthdayparty+774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOcyh_eJJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qvyFJzkWS7I/s400/birthdayparty+774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292746379022443666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOcywB3uxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WQ31kR6bv-Q/s1600-h/birthdayparty+782.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOcywB3uxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WQ31kR6bv-Q/s400/birthdayparty+782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292746382790605586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly think this is the only picture I've gotten of myself pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOcyB2dHwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/f7LsMyNrC9I/s1600-h/birthdayparty+766.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOcyB2dHwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/f7LsMyNrC9I/s400/birthdayparty+766.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292746370394693378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had the best time and are now sound asleep! We are all worn out and now I can finally relax since the party is over with. I plan on relaxing these next two weeks and taking it as easy as possible. I'm just glad little one didn't decide to make her apperance today! I'd like to keep her in their and spread her birthday out a little further than Kensley and Klay's! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8023825170864647642?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8023825170864647642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8023825170864647642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8023825170864647642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8023825170864647642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/carnival-games-ponies-cake-and-more.html' title='Carnival games, Ponies, Cake, and more..'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOkr1CDhUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8RWMe926K9E/s72-c/birthdayparty+570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6742131796844346448</id><published>2008-11-02T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:36:50.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's hunting buddy, plus Ella Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOQqMuA2YI/AAAAAAAAAgg/WJ3md-MtaX8/s1600-h/birthdayparty+561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2&lt;br /&gt;.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOQqMuA2YI/AAAAAAAAAgg/WJ3md-MtaX8/s400/birthdayparty+561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292733041733589378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This morning Kensley and Cabe when on their first deer hunt together of the season.  I have protested this forever, but when they team up I'm usually the one who loses the battle. She loves to go down to deer camp with him before season and ride on the four-wheeler and set up camp. Since she has been back this year, she has begged me ever since to let her go. I finally caved in to both her and Cabe, and let her go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the picture though, she has her new babydoll Ella Grace with her. She was really excited to go until Cabe woke her up, and the bear in her came out. She cried for Ella to go or she was not going. Since Daddy was so pumped about his little hunting buddy going, I didn't want to disappoint him, so we just let Ella tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would of had a camera with them in the woods. She strapped Ella into her baby backpack carrier and headed out with daddy. This year she came back with a good report that she had stopped a big deer. Last year when she went to camp she made herself nice and cozy by the heater, and proclaimed to me that she "gets good sleep deer huntin!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6742131796844346448?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6742131796844346448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6742131796844346448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6742131796844346448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6742131796844346448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Daddy&apos;s hunting buddy, plus Ella Grace'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1050294294941644167</id><published>2008-11-01T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:15:48.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klayton's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated Klayton's 3rd Birthday! Both kids will have a joint party next weekend, which falls on Klay's actual birthday, so I wanted him to have his special day. For breakfast we wanted to go to Cracker Barrel, so we invited the grandparents to join us out there for Klay's favorite meal of the day. Then we took Klay to get some new boots. He is very praticular about his John Deere boots and the other day I noticed they were very snug on his feet. I don't mean a little snug, like smooshing his toes! I told him he couldn't wear them anymore and you would have thought I took away his binket. He cried and wore them anyways, so I knew we had to buy some more. This kid even wore the boots all summer long with his shorts and swim trunks. &lt;br /&gt;When we got home from getting his boots he was all ready to try them out. While I got dinner and his cake ready, Cabe took the kids on a scavengar hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOVL3EnRwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CiVkbPrrhKo/s1600-h/birthdayparty+468.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOVL3EnRwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CiVkbPrrhKo/s400/birthdayparty+468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292738018084865794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOVLk0qfwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6FLZAWWueB0/s1600-h/birthdayparty+462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOVLk0qfwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6FLZAWWueB0/s400/birthdayparty+462.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292738013186129666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOVJvT9eeI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4DMzVRHvhWw/s1600-h/birthdayparty+460.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOVJvT9eeI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4DMzVRHvhWw/s400/birthdayparty+460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292737981642013154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOW2FVVa_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZBsrA7Pz_xs/s1600-h/birthdayparty+494.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOW2FVVa_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZBsrA7Pz_xs/s400/birthdayparty+494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292739842979228658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOW1zp_WJI/AAAAAAAAAho/K1kHo5dxbwk/s1600-h/birthdayparty+474.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOW1zp_WJI/AAAAAAAAAho/K1kHo5dxbwk/s400/birthdayparty+474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292739838234024082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOW257Ik5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/qL-0aeIgr9o/s1600-h/birthdayparty+496.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOW257Ik5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/qL-0aeIgr9o/s400/birthdayparty+496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292739857096414098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay showing off all his goodies he found on the hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZDJcuWhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TVWbcG1vIEo/s1600-h/birthdayparty+506.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZDJcuWhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TVWbcG1vIEo/s400/birthdayparty+506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742266445519378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sneaky Klay hiding under the coffee table with his Wall-E he opened up while we were finishing dinner. He just couldn't wait any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZE38cEXI/AAAAAAAAAig/5-gg5Kuck_g/s1600-h/birthdayparty+533.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZE38cEXI/AAAAAAAAAig/5-gg5Kuck_g/s400/birthdayparty+533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742296106439026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay loved all his Thomas presents he got! He was so excited this year for his birthday, for months he has been asking us when his big day was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZEana_jI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cK6pO6ADVDQ/s1600-h/birthdayparty+525.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZEana_jI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cK6pO6ADVDQ/s400/birthdayparty+525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742288233659954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZEHgzkzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wJP2Az1BsvA/s1600-h/birthdayparty+522.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZEHgzkzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wJP2Az1BsvA/s400/birthdayparty+522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742283105637170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZDrfCD6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/TBbB6D8YT0g/s1600-h/birthdayparty+508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZDrfCD6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/TBbB6D8YT0g/s400/birthdayparty+508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742275582005154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZyikH9rI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8eL4bWTCQmg/s1600-h/birthdayparty+551.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZyikH9rI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8eL4bWTCQmg/s400/birthdayparty+551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292743080641296050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the kids requested the type of cake they wanted. Klay loves his George and that is what he wanted for his cake. Mine is a little rough looking, but the kids loved the funfetti cake and tons of icing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZxwHEviI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZTa1G9L_tcI/s1600-h/birthdayparty+550.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOZxwHEviI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZTa1G9L_tcI/s400/birthdayparty+550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292743067097677346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Little Man!! We love you to pieces cutie! I can't believe my little baby boy has grown so much and is learning so much. We are amazed every day at how much he knows. &lt;br /&gt;Now the countdown begins til his real birthday and the party day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1050294294941644167?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1050294294941644167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1050294294941644167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1050294294941644167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1050294294941644167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/11/klaytons-3rd-birthday.html' title='Klayton&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXOVL3EnRwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CiVkbPrrhKo/s72-c/birthdayparty+468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4648062947231437628</id><published>2008-10-31T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:30:19.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treating</title><content type='html'>The kiddos looked so cute tonight! Kensley went as Little Mermaid and Klayton was Alvin the Chipmunk. After Kensley opened presents we went trick or treating. It started to rain a little, but that didn't stop them. We had to ride to each house this year because they are more spread out in our neighborhood. The kids loved sitting in the back of Pop Pop's truck with Nana and Daddy. They got way to much candy, that I'm sure I'll be sneaking into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfSKk4isRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zgIDdvF9Ksk/s1600-h/birthdayparty+380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfSKk4isRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zgIDdvF9Ksk/s400/birthdayparty+380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271412968001810706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the cutest Alvin you have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfSKzORtPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2dWifMYmDAc/s1600-h/birthdayparty+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfSKzORtPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2dWifMYmDAc/s400/birthdayparty+404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271412971851068658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley just loved her light up shoes and wand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfSLBw-iuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4qNl0PnZb9A/s1600-h/birthdayparty+410.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfSLBw-iuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4qNl0PnZb9A/s400/birthdayparty+410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271412975754709730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfTZrBWvNI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vBEV_uk6QPM/s1600-h/birthdayparty+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfTZrBWvNI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vBEV_uk6QPM/s400/birthdayparty+413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271414326859054290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfTahME96I/AAAAAAAAAgI/cyCxaAc0aOY/s1600-h/birthdayparty+419.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfTahME96I/AAAAAAAAAgI/cyCxaAc0aOY/s400/birthdayparty+419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271414341399541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom would leave each house dying laughing at Klayton. Instead of saying Trick or Treat, we would say "Hello Gorgeous!" I had practiced with him last week what he was suppose to say because he hasn't really ever gotten to trick or treat. Last year we were in Disney World so you just got candy from all the creators. This year when I asked him if he knew what Alvin was suppose at the door he told me Alvin says "Hello Gorgeous" (which is Klayton's favorite line from the movie). I thought he was too cute so I didn't bother telling him any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfTaH8c0EI/AAAAAAAAAgA/P7373GiNNFI/s1600-h/birthdayparty+416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfTaH8c0EI/AAAAAAAAAgA/P7373GiNNFI/s400/birthdayparty+416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271414334623109186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a safe and candy filled Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4648062947231437628?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4648062947231437628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4648062947231437628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4648062947231437628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4648062947231437628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treating.html' title='Trick or Treating'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfSKk4isRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zgIDdvF9Ksk/s72-c/birthdayparty+380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4121928536553367709</id><published>2008-10-31T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:22:28.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kensley's 5th B-Day</title><content type='html'>Today was Kensley's 5th Birthday!! So sad that it has been five years since were holding her for the first time in the hospital. She was so amazing to Cabe and I from the first minute we met her, and still is just an angel in our lives. Each year seems to come and go so fast, it feels like she should be turning two and not five. Happy Birthday Precious we love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOZMYaIsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Pp7xYGvl8ak/s1600-h/birthdayparty+282.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOZMYaIsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Pp7xYGvl8ak/s400/birthdayparty+282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271408821076107970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has kind of become a tradition that we blow out candles with our breakfast. It started when Kensley was two and so super pumped about her birthday. We would wake her up in bed with breakfast fit for a princess and sing happy birthday. This year we made Halloween cinnamon rolls with orange icing. Kensley and Klay both loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOZVwqvQI/AAAAAAAAAew/V3VS-B4qXcI/s1600-h/birthdayparty+293.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOZVwqvQI/AAAAAAAAAew/V3VS-B4qXcI/s400/birthdayparty+293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271408823593778434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley's day she planned out was to have lunch at Holly's, then go to the park. I love that my kid chose Holly's Country Cookin' as her restaurant to go have lunch on her day. This place is a little down home place that has the absolute best comfort food. It was packed today, but we stood in line and Kensley got the have lunch with Cabe, Klayton, and I, and even Mimi and Pop Pop were able to join us. &lt;br /&gt;After we headed to the park for some playtime. It was a nice day with beautiful weather. The kids played so hard and had such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOZruWUjI/AAAAAAAAAe4/lURpEDvELGw/s1600-h/birthdayparty+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOZruWUjI/AAAAAAAAAe4/lURpEDvELGw/s400/birthdayparty+306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271408829489631794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley wanted to have races with Klay, which I was so scared she was going to fall and have a major accident, but all turned out well. Bless her heart, but Kensley got my grace. She can trip over any imaginary object at any given time, and then her drama queen sets in. I just knew she would break a leg running in her boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOaBZ3QGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tPqMmVXn7LA/s1600-h/birthdayparty+332.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOaBZ3QGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tPqMmVXn7LA/s400/birthdayparty+332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271408835309289570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain right before we went out to trick or treat. This didn't stop the kids from having a blast, they went out to jump in the puddles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOaTYmaGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/74gkH7U3FTQ/s1600-h/birthdayparty+342.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOaTYmaGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/74gkH7U3FTQ/s400/birthdayparty+342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271408840135829602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley and her new baby doll she got from Mimi. This is Ella Grace. Cabe and I were so shocked at her name choice. Usually she names her dolls the same thing or picks the most random name, however she chose Ella Grace. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfPMbdPbKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TdbwBfiKeHU/s1600-h/birthdayparty+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfPMbdPbKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TdbwBfiKeHU/s400/birthdayparty+372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271409701296237730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Bubba's gift, a white horse that walks and moves its tail. Klay knew exactly what he wanted to get Kensley. I took him to Target a couple of weeks back and we went through every toy aisle, when he saw this he had to have it. I showed him other things, but he held this horse so proudly the whole time and kept saying "Sissy will love this!" She did in fact love her horse and even more since Bubba got it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfPMuhDCMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/25WFVFCnqm4/s1600-h/birthdayparty+444.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfPMuhDCMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/25WFVFCnqm4/s400/birthdayparty+444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271409706412476610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a cake decorator by any means like my sister. She is making the kids cakes for their birthdays, but I made one tonight for our family celebration at home. Kensley wanted a Hannah Montana cake, so I attempted my best. She loved having a totally girly cake and her favorite dinner of spaghetti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4121928536553367709?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4121928536553367709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4121928536553367709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4121928536553367709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4121928536553367709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/kensleys-5th-b-day.html' title='Kensley&apos;s 5th B-Day'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfOZMYaIsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Pp7xYGvl8ak/s72-c/birthdayparty+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-887448506337309486</id><published>2008-10-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:35:10.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>We have been so busy that we haven't gotten to carve pumpkins until tonight. The kids had an absolute blast. This year we let them actually carve the pumpkins. Usually Cabe and I carve and the kiddos paint their pumpkins. They were up for the challenge and I felt brave so we tried it. They did an awesome job! We were so impressed that they followed the lines so patiently and sawed away at the thick pumpkins for a while. In the end we got some great pictures and had fun talking about how pumpkins grow. We saved some seeds to plant, so next year we might have our own pumpkin patch. Kensley just loves pumpkins, and kept asking us to tell her the story of how she came out of a pumpkin since she is our little "Pumpkin Baby!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfAyDPEMUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JE2Dh1b7VIA/s1600-h/birthdayparty+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfAyDPEMUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JE2Dh1b7VIA/s400/birthdayparty+262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271393854954942786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfAxzp5PcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/k2q21kJ8fSM/s1600-h/birthdayparty+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfAxzp5PcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/k2q21kJ8fSM/s400/birthdayparty+243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271393850772504002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfAxqjS1BI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oGS7fvdLip8/s1600-h/birthdayparty+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfAxqjS1BI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oGS7fvdLip8/s400/birthdayparty+227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271393848328901650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfB-DgeEtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XdQpUfOvRp4/s1600-h/birthdayparty+273.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfB-DgeEtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XdQpUfOvRp4/s400/birthdayparty+273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271395160698000082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfB96qznyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xt2klhIB0mE/s1600-h/birthdayparty+272.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfB96qznyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xt2klhIB0mE/s400/birthdayparty+272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271395158325436194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfB9hFfreI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bTWp1Gxg5co/s1600-h/birthdayparty+271.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfB9hFfreI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bTWp1Gxg5co/s400/birthdayparty+271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271395151458053602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-887448506337309486?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/887448506337309486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=887448506337309486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/887448506337309486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/887448506337309486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfAyDPEMUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JE2Dh1b7VIA/s72-c/birthdayparty+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-263933312264996760</id><published>2008-10-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:32:51.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kensley's Preschool party</title><content type='html'>As a mommy today was one of those day that will always be stored as a top memory in your head. I remember every birthday as a child my parents making a big deal out of our birthday. Cabe thinks I go overboard with birthdays but it is just a way I show love to my family. I like to make a big deal about the kids birthdays because they have that one day of the year that is especially for them! &lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated Kensley's 5th birthday at preschool. She requested Jasmine cupcakes so we got princess for the girls, and cars for the boys. All the kids loved getting a special snack that day, and Kensley really enjoyed getting some attention. Her little eyes were all lit up as everyone sang her Happy Birthday! And she liked to having her picture made with one of her good friends. When she got out of school that day she was ready to play with her brother, and tell Daddy all about getting to celebrate at school with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfEEynd3-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/5ex5KfDXbQY/s1600-h/birthdayparty+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfEEynd3-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/5ex5KfDXbQY/s400/birthdayparty+199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271397475446284258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfFBtcLb8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ImgOUHc1-Sg/s1600-h/birthdayparty+204.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfFBtcLb8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ImgOUHc1-Sg/s400/birthdayparty+204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271398522028781506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley with her friend Jada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfEFk3DTFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/JG_Bo4qDVgY/s1600-h/birthdayparty+202.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfEFk3DTFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/JG_Bo4qDVgY/s400/birthdayparty+202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271397488933424210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfEFXbqjGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/N-AH1lFihMs/s1600-h/birthdayparty+201.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfEFXbqjGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/N-AH1lFihMs/s400/birthdayparty+201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271397485328895074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Angie leading the kids in singing Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfFByPy_oI/AAAAAAAAAcI/O8PeBrH0Sh4/s1600-h/birthdayparty+206.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfFByPy_oI/AAAAAAAAAcI/O8PeBrH0Sh4/s400/birthdayparty+206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271398523319025282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfFCEGb3AI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Q1lGUvgVW4/s1600-h/birthdayparty+211.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfFCEGb3AI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Q1lGUvgVW4/s400/birthdayparty+211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271398528111598594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing after school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-263933312264996760?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/263933312264996760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=263933312264996760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/263933312264996760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/263933312264996760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/kensleys-preschool-party.html' title='Kensley&apos;s Preschool party'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfEEynd3-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/5ex5KfDXbQY/s72-c/birthdayparty+199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5333983745244175330</id><published>2008-10-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:34:07.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLA Festival</title><content type='html'>Kensley had her fall festival at preschool tonight. Klay and I setup for the festival this afternoon, and he was so ready to go back to sissy's school and jump in the bounce house. &lt;br /&gt;The festival was so much fun, but very cold! I'm now curled up in front of the fireplace warming up from the cold weather that moved in today. I'm really hoping the kids party isn't as cold, I don't know how I'm gonna bring ponies in the house! ha! &lt;br /&gt;We played all the games and got candy at each booth, then we topped off the night with a hay ride. Even though the kids were loving the festival, they were ready to go home when the hay ride was over. &lt;br /&gt;Kensley and Klay got there pictures made in the fall scene, but we couldn't get Klay to leave the pumpkins alone and look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfIfYj-_zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KshxGj5UUoE/s1600-h/birthdayparty+192.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfIfYj-_zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KshxGj5UUoE/s400/birthdayparty+192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271402330355334962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfIe8giL7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Hra4Ts0k8ik/s1600-h/birthdayparty+190.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfIe8giL7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Hra4Ts0k8ik/s400/birthdayparty+190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271402322824671154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little frozen pumpkin painting her pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfId0a4OeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/JyzBQpaHa18/s1600-h/birthdayparty+188.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfId0a4OeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/JyzBQpaHa18/s400/birthdayparty+188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271402303473596898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the pumpkins that the classes decorated, I'm not sure which class won! They were all so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfHgPrOMcI/AAAAAAAAAdA/it4uIgybadw/s1600-h/birthdayparty+187.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfHgPrOMcI/AAAAAAAAAdA/it4uIgybadw/s400/birthdayparty+187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271401245638013378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley's classes pumpkin, they named it "Pop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfHfw0qnCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QTpQMbU7K5Q/s1600-h/birthdayparty+185.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfHfw0qnCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QTpQMbU7K5Q/s400/birthdayparty+185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271401237356125218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stashing some candy in the pockets! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfHfumjw0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/FYEb5TfQFfs/s1600-h/birthdayparty+182.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfHfumjw0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/FYEb5TfQFfs/s400/birthdayparty+182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271401236760085314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay loved the ring toss, even though his idea of winning was going up to it and placing the ring on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfGTTt--ZI/AAAAAAAAAco/I678HhR6odA/s1600-h/birthdayparty+178.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfGTTt--ZI/AAAAAAAAAco/I678HhR6odA/s400/birthdayparty+178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271399923873413522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin bowling! This was so cute to see all the really little kids try. Everyone got candy at each booth, so we were well sugared up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfGTB3ar1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/SGEWAJ8inDQ/s1600-h/birthdayparty+177.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfGTB3ar1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/SGEWAJ8inDQ/s400/birthdayparty+177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271399919081140050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfGSr8L9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/1Wk-xRGAb6M/s1600-h/birthdayparty+175.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfGSr8L9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/1Wk-xRGAb6M/s400/birthdayparty+175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271399913195566706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5333983745244175330?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5333983745244175330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5333983745244175330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5333983745244175330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5333983745244175330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/lla-festival.html' title='LLA Festival'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfIfYj-_zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KshxGj5UUoE/s72-c/birthdayparty+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1810427726153615145</id><published>2008-10-26T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:22:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Pics</title><content type='html'>Just a cute pic of the kids before church! Cabe and I think it is so great that our kids can't wait to get up on Sunday mornings to go to church. I can remember wanting to sleep in as a child, I know thats horrible. But church has to have something special for kids to invite them in, and want to come back and learn. New Life rocks!!! I am glad we placed our family in this church while they are young, it helps bring them up knowing God and having a network of friends with the same values! Hope everyone has a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfLIBITtwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1OgNR5yi0u0/s1600-h/birthdayparty+170.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfLIBITtwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1OgNR5yi0u0/s400/birthdayparty+170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271405227463128834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1810427726153615145?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1810427726153615145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1810427726153615145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1810427726153615145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1810427726153615145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/church-pics.html' title='Church Pics'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfLIBITtwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1OgNR5yi0u0/s72-c/birthdayparty+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2719786796085949734</id><published>2008-10-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:59:17.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Day</title><content type='html'>Today was such a good day with the kids! It is one of those days that makes you really proud to stay at home with them. We decided since the weather has been so nice and they have been great all week, that today would be Park Day. We packed our picnic, and even baked an EasyBake desert. I guess everyone had the same idea today, because all of our local parks were packed. I decided to drive to a not so popular park, I really understand why now. The park itself was great, but is is in a bad part of town. I was like worried mother little hen. The kids had a blast, but next time we will go to our usual park, crowded or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMjYkpjzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yQ7umv-0xvk/s1600-h/birthdayparty+152.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMjYkpjzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yQ7umv-0xvk/s400/birthdayparty+152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271406797124112178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley enjoying Lunchables and treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMjlLl5eI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yN_MHtfPKZw/s1600-h/birthdayparty+154.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMjlLl5eI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yN_MHtfPKZw/s400/birthdayparty+154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271406800508675554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The precious cake the kids made!! They wanted to save it for Daddy, I think he could of had one whole bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMkDHdCPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/y248LAloq4w/s1600-h/birthdayparty+155.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMkDHdCPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/y248LAloq4w/s400/birthdayparty+155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271406808544381170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMkvw-eYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bQMkQRSXy1k/s1600-h/birthdayparty+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMkvw-eYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bQMkQRSXy1k/s400/birthdayparty+158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271406820529699202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay loved getting lots of treats, he had this and pumpkin cookies from Maggies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2719786796085949734?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2719786796085949734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2719786796085949734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2719786796085949734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2719786796085949734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/park-day.html' title='Park Day'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfMjYkpjzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yQ7umv-0xvk/s72-c/birthdayparty+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1744560089999958173</id><published>2008-10-24T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:04:12.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SQJI-Mf1WbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ttHiiHCZfik/s1600-h/ablog+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SQJI-Mf1WbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ttHiiHCZfik/s400/ablog+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260847548065995186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SQJI97zk1rI/AAAAAAAAAaY/80XQNFTyH7I/s1600-h/ablog+034.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SQJI97zk1rI/AAAAAAAAAaY/80XQNFTyH7I/s400/ablog+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260847543585396402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SQJI9WWsb4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AZQ3JT13arA/s1600-h/ablog+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SQJI9WWsb4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AZQ3JT13arA/s400/ablog+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260847533532147586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before last we went to a close by pumpkin patch were we always get our pumpkins for the porch. This isn't an actual patch like some of the others but we have found that the kids have a blast at this farm every year, and we can get a ton a decorations for less. I think we went on the Saturday that is was there fall festival because I've never seen this place so crowded. We had fun looking at all the animals, crawling through hay tunnels, and the kids got to ride a John Deere train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SRb5pUQwWLI/AAAAAAAAAao/searKdl9dB8/s1600-h/IMG_2939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SRb5pUQwWLI/AAAAAAAAAao/searKdl9dB8/s400/IMG_2939.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266671302465312946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klayton decided for his face painting he wanted the skull. It cracked us up how cool he thought he was with his tattoo and sunglasses on all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SRb5plrOatI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xrHx0mMeSb8/s1600-h/IMG_2952.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SRb5plrOatI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xrHx0mMeSb8/s400/IMG_2952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266671307139738322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley was all up for modeling her new outfit this day. She proudly pranced all over the pumpkin patch and allowed us to get some adorable shoots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1744560089999958173?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1744560089999958173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1744560089999958173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1744560089999958173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1744560089999958173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins-and-more.html' title='Pumpkins and more'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SQJI-Mf1WbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ttHiiHCZfik/s72-c/ablog+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-3612374915117385922</id><published>2008-10-23T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:33:28.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfKX0vbwEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/flWZ31N--5M/s1600-h/birthdayparty+150.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfKX0vbwEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/flWZ31N--5M/s400/birthdayparty+150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271404399503851586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm enjoying tonight. My feet were starting to swell, it is cold and wet outside, so I thought I would kick back and relax. The kids are in bed, and it is just me, Grey's Anatomy, Paula Deen, and come good chocolate ice cream! Doesn't that just sound like a pregnant ladies dream!! Ha,ha! So I'm off to relax and take in some peaceful me time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-3612374915117385922?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/3612374915117385922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=3612374915117385922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3612374915117385922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3612374915117385922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/paulta-deen.html' title='Lazy Daze'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfKX0vbwEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/flWZ31N--5M/s72-c/birthdayparty+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6428422198332789090</id><published>2008-10-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:50:15.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bassinet</title><content type='html'>Tonight we put together the pack-n-play. Cabe has been really anxious to get stuff together for the baby, we are getting really excited with only 6 weeks away. The kids loved helping put things together. Kensley got to help with all the preparations when Klay was born, so now it is both their turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfJ2bgWWSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JS5o9f1t6zg/s1600-h/birthdayparty+149.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfJ2bgWWSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JS5o9f1t6zg/s400/birthdayparty+149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271403825794013474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfJ17T_NfI/AAAAAAAAAdo/A8BTCveuqeU/s1600-h/birthdayparty+148.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfJ17T_NfI/AAAAAAAAAdo/A8BTCveuqeU/s400/birthdayparty+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271403817152230898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay loves to put stuff together, he was in such deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfJ1nv4-rI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m2q2kkSKoik/s1600-h/birthdayparty+146.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfJ1nv4-rI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m2q2kkSKoik/s400/birthdayparty+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271403811900553906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6428422198332789090?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6428422198332789090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6428422198332789090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6428422198332789090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6428422198332789090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-bassinet.html' title='Baby Bassinet'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SSfJ2bgWWSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JS5o9f1t6zg/s72-c/birthdayparty+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-425502539300058257</id><published>2008-10-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:23:30.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday with our girl</title><content type='html'>Kensley really needs alot of alone time with Cabe and I. What little girl doesn't need that extra special attention?  I have learned many lessons since having a boy and a girl. The saying of "complete opposites" truly doesn't mean anything until you live it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had Klay spend the night with his Mimi so we could spend some one one one with Kensley. We took her to see Beverly Hills Chihuaia then did some late night browsing at a few stores in Little Rock. Kensley loves going to the movies! It is really wierd how much this child is a movie addict. Cabe and I love nothing more than to curl up and watch movies, and so has Kensley since she was old enough to even sit and watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home we all curled up in our bed and went to sleep. This was also a special treat to our girl, because usually if one of them is in our bed, then both are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning we got up and took Kensley for breakfast then came back to the house to get a few things done. We have a piece of furniture in Kensley's room that needed to be painted and some painting on her walls. &lt;br /&gt;While we were painting I decided it was a good time for her to set Luke her turtle free. We have had him for quite a while and we told her one day she would need to let him go live back outside. So while we painted we let her paint his back so she can identify Luke from the other turtles once in the wild. She decided pink looked best on him! ha! I'm hoping that maybe its a Lucy not a Luke, who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYiUhoMZ1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/gtS_j76MigE/s1600-h/birthdayparty+130.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYiUhoMZ1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/gtS_j76MigE/s400/birthdayparty+130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293456148040279890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYiUy09IoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PS9tgPeUEsE/s1600-h/birthdayparty+140.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYiUy09IoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PS9tgPeUEsE/s400/birthdayparty+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293456152657207938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke ran for his life! I have never seen a turtle move so fast, he knew this was his one chance to ecscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYUI7jThWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/e-RXaDbKm_Y/s1600-h/birthdayparty+141.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/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYUI7jThWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/e-RXaDbKm_Y/s400/birthdayparty+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440555677877602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never believe what I found that night when cleaning up the paint. Underneath everything was this little guy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYUH6KW2SI/AAAAAAAAAlY/slBgs5hVz8I/s1600-h/birthdayparty+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYUH6KW2SI/AAAAAAAAAlY/slBgs5hVz8I/s400/birthdayparty+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440538124933410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he was an alligaor snapping turtle, I just had to tell the kids that and I heard no argument about us keeping him. Good for him too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-425502539300058257?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/425502539300058257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=425502539300058257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/425502539300058257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/425502539300058257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-with-our-girl.html' title='Saturday with our girl'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SXYiUhoMZ1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/gtS_j76MigE/s72-c/birthdayparty+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4327307077572782903</id><published>2008-10-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:23:43.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months? Which expert said that?</title><content type='html'>A while back after being really discouraged that my potty training date had gone and passed, I started reading some material to help. I don't remember what book or show it was but they said little boys need to have 8 months of introducing them to the potty. Well experts I have done the eight months and still, we have a boy in diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna miss my baby when he is out of them, because what mom doesn't think it is just precious to see and hear them running around the house in a diaper. But now that his third birthday is approaching and also my due date with our little one, I'm not so fond of diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today right when I got home from dropping Kensley off at pre-k I got to work on ordering 2yr old pics and organizing them all into an album. While looking through and grouping them, I came across Klay's first time on the potty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPgRloG3aJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YXSqRQhfFfI/s1600-h/summer07andhouse+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPgRloG3aJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YXSqRQhfFfI/s400/summer07andhouse+439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971903074101394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPgRl3j2iqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_tME6zb-prg/s1600-h/summer07andhouse+444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPgRl3j2iqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_tME6zb-prg/s400/summer07andhouse+444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971907222211234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date on these picks was August 15! That's right over a year I've been trying to get him psyched about using a real potty. My set date was to have him potty trained by September 15. I made the date this summer, marked it on the calendar and all summer went hard to work at running him to the potty, changing undies. All that fun stuff!! I just knew I could do it. I so proudly told Cabe my date, and he said you set your mind to it and he will be, you had Kensley trained in a week. Yes I was such a proud momma, I love to share my story of how fast I had my little girl trained. I just knew I deserved an award or something. Maybe it turns out Kensley was the one needing the award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get Klay trained no matter what method we use. I'm at the stage now that my method is let him do it when he is ready. Well today as I came across the potty pic, he was playing trucks while assuring me he wasn't going in his diaper. Then five minutes later he informed me we need to have diaper changing time. I mean doesn't it sound like the kid is ready!?! ha,ha! &lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on what works? I would love a mom of boys to pass on her expert advice, because the 8 months thing can be shot down to that expert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4327307077572782903?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4327307077572782903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4327307077572782903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4327307077572782903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4327307077572782903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-months-which-expert-said-that.html' title='8 months? Which expert said that?'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPgRloG3aJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YXSqRQhfFfI/s72-c/summer07andhouse+439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1555063186577584543</id><published>2008-10-15T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:46:58.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib makeover</title><content type='html'>Today I spent again a good part of the day picking out a new couch. I have had so much to do all week that has been put off for other things, but I guess that's okay nothing to big. I picked out the new couch today and I'm so excited about it!! I think it is going to go great in our living room. It has a real rustic look and the coffee table matches perfect. &lt;br /&gt;Cabe has been so thrilled to be having one of those I told you so moments lately. So back when we were building our new house we sold our old couches because they were very large and wouldn't fit in our living room. We went with a semi-sectional which is practically the only thing that will go. I have never really gotten to pick our furniture by myself for the house, so this was really important to me to get my style. I found one I liked and they had it on the floor, so that was perfect, I could get it delivered right when we moved in. This couch has been nothing but a nightmare. I think we got one with some bad fabric, because it just looks awful. You would think we had it for years when really it is only months old. After battling with it and the company who made it, we now were graciously given back a credit at the store we bought it to trade out. &lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had to go square all the business out of trading it, and also pick our something new. I wasn't going to dare do it on my own this time because Cabe has given me such grief over the couch he was never crazy about. I love it, but we did get bad fabric so it was a shame to see it go to waste. We also have been trying to decide what we are going to do with Kensley's room since her and the baby are going to share. &lt;br /&gt;We have been trying to figure out how to arrange the placement in the kids rooms so that they each have their space. I think it is going to work out fine with the girls sharing, because the baby will be in our room for a long time. Yes I am one of those mothers, with the crib in her room. I know I'm starting a bad habit, which we have never broken with Kensley. But I am up all night with them anyways, and they don't really need a whole room. So I got the girls the most precious bunk beds to share when she is older. For now they are really for Kensley, and she is super pumped! She loves bunk beds when we go to furniture stores, but she also loves the big princess things that hang over the beds from the ceilings. We couldn't go with that option because there is no way be can fit two beds and all the other furniture in the room. So soon we will be redoing her room. I can't wait to surprise her with a totally girly room. &lt;br /&gt;I will post pics when Kensley's room is done and when the couch gets in. I wish I had some of those decorating skills like so many talented people, but it just takes me forever to get the perfect vision of what I want. In our case the house is lacking some character because of it. &lt;br /&gt;If anyone has some cute ideas for a ballerina themed room, I would love the help. I am looking for someone really talented to paint a canvas banner for me with one of my favorite sayings on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note for the day, it was really cute at dinner tonight when I told the kids we were going to play a new game while we ate together. A couple of weeks ago, Pastor Rick was telling us a story of how his family goes around the table saying something they are blessed with that day. So I told the kids we were going to say something God blessed us with today, and also someone we wanted to lift up in prayer today. When I said mine, I told the kids I was praying today for John McCain who is running for president. So Kensley went next and she said I'm also praying that sweet Mister John is our president! I just cracked up and tried to explain that Mister John from Chick-fil-A isn't going to be the new president. I think the kids would be fine with that however, they would have suckers galore!&lt;br /&gt;I love the funny things kids say, it always amazes me with their little words and the way their world is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1555063186577584543?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1555063186577584543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1555063186577584543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1555063186577584543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1555063186577584543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/crib-makeover.html' title='Crib makeover'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-3306820416576507270</id><published>2008-10-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:53:25.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters most?</title><content type='html'>This video will completely bring you to your knees. I know it made me cry and tugged on my heart as it should. I hope this will move in you today and everyday on, sometimes we need those visual reminds of what we are living for. Are you one of those people that live today for yourself, lonely, angry? We have one life and we were given this by the grace of God and his son. Amen for that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRLRSXd4fzA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRLRSXd4fzA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2336203518706198478-3306820416576507270?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/3306820416576507270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=3306820416576507270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3306820416576507270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/3306820416576507270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-matters-most.html' title='What matters most?'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8279040812278533671</id><published>2008-10-08T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:52:49.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Hog Party</title><content type='html'>My cousin's little boy Ethan is so cute, I don't think there is any child his age that is as big a sports fan as he is. For his seventh birthday party he choose to have a football themed party. His mom has always thrown the best parties. The kids get really excited when we get an invitation to one of their birthdays because they know it is going to be good. &lt;br /&gt;Well this year wasn't any different. The party was at War Memorial Stadium, which I had no clue they would rent the field out for parties. It was such a blast! The boys had a game between the red and white teams. While all the little girls cheered on the sidelines. It didn't last long for the girls on the field, they decided they were too hot so they went to the locker rooms to play Barbies. We laughed and said we have some work to do before they get older on the real field. Typical little girls, couldn't talk the heat! Ha! The white team won, Ethan was a good sport even though his team didn't win. I think this little boy would always be happy as long as he has some sort of ball in his hand. &lt;br /&gt;The party was complete with Gatorade breaks, ballpark style nachos, and of course a Razorback cake. Ethan's mommy said on her blog how this was his favorite party ever. It was really great, I don't know what could beat it. Now Klay is even saying he wants a football party. We will wait a few years for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0afcAYUGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jrqozinUx5c/s1600-h/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0afcAYUGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jrqozinUx5c/s400/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254885467607289954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that stud!! I'm gonna have to fight the girls off when he plays real ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0afuqg7jI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ntOt-Z8cv1o/s1600-h/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0afuqg7jI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ntOt-Z8cv1o/s400/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254885472615853618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon was the first through the run through. The boys had their entrance on the field while the cheerleaders rooted them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0afrCxlgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/sHQqqRBxSas/s1600-h/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0afrCxlgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/sHQqqRBxSas/s400/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254885471643866626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klayton attempting to tackle Kensley for the ball by pulling her skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0ZqaQyD-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/id3uPUCIab4/s1600-h/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0ZqaQyD-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/id3uPUCIab4/s400/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254884556606148578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kiddos got different Razorback gear for the game. Klay was one of the only good sports we could get the nose on. I did get talked into wearing it, but we won't share that pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0ZqQmlmAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YXDRdX1KC-k/s1600-h/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0ZqQmlmAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YXDRdX1KC-k/s400/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254884554013251586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley and Scarlett taking a break after running the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0Zqt6nEII/AAAAAAAAAYo/6inhEkh-mY8/s1600-h/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0Zqt6nEII/AAAAAAAAAYo/6inhEkh-mY8/s400/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254884561881862274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ethan the birthday boy!! I loved this pic, blown up it is the perfect shot! Not only is he just a precious kid with that beautiful curly hair, but he is a really sweet boy too. My family always comments on how well behaved he is, and he is always willing to love on someone. Michelle I know you and Jack(hubby) have to be proud of him! Your kids are too cute, my kiddos can't wait for them to come to their party now. Hopefully I can pull off one that Klay will like as much as the football party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8279040812278533671?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8279040812278533671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8279040812278533671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8279040812278533671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8279040812278533671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/ethans-hog-party.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Hog Party'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0afcAYUGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jrqozinUx5c/s72-c/Ethan%27s+7th+Birthday+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8073993085356598790</id><published>2008-10-08T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:20:07.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Another I'm catching up on, yes I am queen of catching up! If I could just master getting all things done on time and never play catch up.. sorry I was dreaming of another ones life. Ha! I first am going to update on my birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet family made it another great birthday!! Kensley, Klay and Cabe surprised me by coming home early on Thursday and baking me cupcakes. I couldn't believe it when I heard my sweet Kensley in the kitchen talking, I was getting ready to head out and pick her up from school. Daddy got her early and they ran some birthday errands. After we went to dinner Thursday night with my family we came back to the house for cupcakes and cake! I had an awesome Hannah Montana surprise party set up! I mean what secret rock star mom wouldn't love it!!! I thought it was so precious, the kids are really in the birthday spirit since theirs are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some great goodies from my family I had to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe worked so hard to get me exactly what I want, he is a great gift giver!! Really he is, my love language isn't even gifts, but he is amazing when he comes to getting gifts for others. He was gonna send me on a special trip, but he asked me first to make sure I would really go if he bought the tickets. I cried so hard thinking about leaving my kiddos and hubby. I don't know if it is the hormones or the fact I'm always with them, but it really got to me thinking I may be away by myself. So he opted for another idea. He rushed my website setup and alot of other things for the boutique, which sad to say didn't happen to turn out as we plan. Long story I'm not so pleased with, bless his heart he ended up doing it all himself. Bad bad experience there! We now joke that I'm cursed on my birthday. Last year he bought me a ton of pots for the new house. Our front porch is huge and I needed something large to stand out. Three of the pots broke before even making it home, and the other three broke as soon as we moved them to the new house. Oh yeah let me add to that story and say that the first three didn't make it home last year from my birthday picnic that my parents set up for me. Kensley fell on the concrete and knocked her front tooth out,(it actually was lodged in the side of her gums, poor baby) we were speeding home and hit a speed bump. Bye bye beautiful pots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the bad website thing this year, Cabe got me a Ped-Egg I've talked about forever. It works great!! I'm a sucker for infomercial stuff, everyone who knows me will tell you it started way back when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got me the most beautiful frames for our bedroom. I love that they got three, so I have one for each of my babies! It was a gift that I just loved and wanted to cry getting, I'm a huge picture person and I'm always trying to find ways to add more to our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0X89k8NqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jOgZ9YPs3A0/s1600-h/birthdaygifts+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0X89k8NqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jOgZ9YPs3A0/s400/birthdaygifts+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254882676300330658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law bought me these amazing lamps I have wanted for the longest time. Every time I go into one of my favorite stores, Vesta's, I just drool over these beauties! They look so good in our bedroom, its crazy how much it added. Our room is in desperate need of some decor help. Slowly I will get it just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0X9DPqPUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5d2asAwr5Q0/s1600-h/birthdaygifts+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0X9DPqPUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5d2asAwr5Q0/s400/birthdaygifts+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254882677821685058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis Linz got me a candle that is so yummy from a little boutique in Little Rock. This candle is one of those that just screams freshness! I put in in our bathroom, and I love to go by and smell it. The brand is Kobo if anyone wants one. My scent is Water Mint, I can't wait to smell some of the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got money from my sweet grans!! Thanks Gran and Mammaw!! I'm always thankful to get that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all my family who I'm glad I've got each year to celebrate with. You make my day special because you love me, that's the best gift I could ever get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8073993085356598790?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8073993085356598790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8073993085356598790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8073993085356598790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8073993085356598790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0X89k8NqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jOgZ9YPs3A0/s72-c/birthdaygifts+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-9114959332157410166</id><published>2008-10-08T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:05:04.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Branson Trip</title><content type='html'>On the weekend of my birthday we took a trip up to Branson. We love to take rode trips anywhere and they kids really enjoy going there. We always stay at Bass Pro's Big Cedar Lodge, which is such a neat place. They have cabins, and lodges that you can choose from with a ton of activities to do while there. We have figured out the only reason the kids enjoy traveling so much is for the indoor pools. This place has our favorite and it even has a slide. We went to eat at the Dixie Stampede when we got there. It is a fun dinner show where you watch the North and South compete while enjoying dinner Southern style. No silverware! They serve so much food that you are just stuffed when you leave. We always luck out and get on the front row, so the kids can see the horses up close. Don't have any good pics because they don't allow them in the arena. We tried to sneak a few but they didn't turn out because of the flash.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we got up early so the kids could ride the horses at the stables on the resort. Kensley loves horses and asks us to get her one all the time. Daddy is seriously checking into it, boy does she know how to play him. After that we head to Silver Dollar City. It was really pretty with all the fall decorations up. I love going to amusement parks during holiday times, they are so over the top it just puts you in the spirit! I was spoiled by Disney last fall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0SWpxSNpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/p99qvleGnu4/s1600-h/IMG_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0SWpxSNpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/p99qvleGnu4/s400/IMG_2526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254876520590227090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley had a day were she wasn't into taking pictures, so Klay has a ton with pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0SW8NuSTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7a7bQgFOyRc/s1600-h/IMG_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0SW8NuSTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7a7bQgFOyRc/s400/IMG_2544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254876525541345586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0SW5cQFgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7zB88mXNRQc/s1600-h/IMG_2542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0SW5cQFgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7zB88mXNRQc/s400/IMG_2542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254876524796974594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pearl Kensley got from her Oyster. She waited in line for a while for this, and after was even more glad she waited. She carried her pearl (aka "her Stone") with her all weekend long. It is a pretty big size and a beautiful gold color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TBA1FWkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w_alZW9h1e0/s1600-h/IMG_2558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TBA1FWkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w_alZW9h1e0/s400/IMG_2558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254877248334682690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TBco0cUI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s2IHVL4Q3o4/s1600-h/IMG_2559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TBco0cUI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s2IHVL4Q3o4/s400/IMG_2559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254877255799435586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TBS-EEMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OnLKRmlG3LI/s1600-h/IMG_2563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TBS-EEMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OnLKRmlG3LI/s400/IMG_2563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254877253204185282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids love the area of the park that is just little kid rides. We stay there for a long time, doing the same ones over and over. The mommy in me was quite mad at an attendant this time. If anyone has ever been there they know that is no danger in the ladybug ride. This was the first time we had not gotten on with Klay. He is big enough now where he isn't scared and he enjoys being a big boy riding alone with Kensley. They rode all the other little rides alone and then we took him over to the ladybugs. I mean these things hardly move and they never get off the ground. The man pulled Klay to the side and said he was a quarter inch to small. Klay had no clue what was going on, he just knew Kensley could ride and he wasn't allowed to. I was so mad, we explained he had been big enough for all the others and this guy was just not budging. All the other moms thought it was ridiculous too, they saw how upset Klay was. He just put his head on my shoulder and buried his face like he was going to cry. It broke my heart. Poor kid its not his fault he is going on three and may not be able to ride the ladybugs for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TzEa-18I/AAAAAAAAAXA/HSAqKjshMEg/s1600-h/IMG_2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TzEa-18I/AAAAAAAAAXA/HSAqKjshMEg/s400/IMG_2589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254878108292405186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TzR1wuqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CVcc688A7YU/s1600-h/IMG_2596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TzR1wuqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CVcc688A7YU/s400/IMG_2596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254878111894387362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley riding Chester on the trails. The sun was right in our eyes so the pictures didn't turn out well, and you can't see Klay at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0V03C1g5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/fFxLhBhVomQ/s1600-h/IMG_2498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0V03C1g5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/fFxLhBhVomQ/s400/IMG_2498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254880338084463506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she precious! I'm afraid we may be the proud owners of a horse soon if Daddy has anything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0V1CUl6AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rVDeYaD1zCk/s1600-h/IMG_2513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0V1CUl6AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rVDeYaD1zCk/s400/IMG_2513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254880341111728130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge bear in our lobby. Klay would roar at it and then run! Chicken little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0V1aAIRNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yJ2ZA1X5yO4/s1600-h/IMG_2681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0V1aAIRNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yJ2ZA1X5yO4/s400/IMG_2681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254880347468350674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the highlight of the kids trip! The pool!! I mean look at those faces, forget that we paid to go see a horse show or an amusement park, just let them stay up late at a hotel pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0UxmgjoDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/w-qzP7XwUH8/s1600-h/IMG_2626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0UxmgjoDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/w-qzP7XwUH8/s400/IMG_2626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254879182594482226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0Ux88-GjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/X7LEckWuoJs/s1600-h/IMG_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0Ux88-GjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/X7LEckWuoJs/s400/IMG_2636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254879188619237938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept playing around with the settings on the camera and got some of the neatest shots of Kensley on the slide. This one cracked me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0UyHKr97I/AAAAAAAAAXo/g4i2hmpC2Tw/s1600-h/IMG_2656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0UyHKr97I/AAAAAAAAAXo/g4i2hmpC2Tw/s400/IMG_2656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254879191361124274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Klay's truck he built at Ride Makerz. If you have one near you, check it out! I wish we had one local I would buy into the franchise. This is the most ingenious thing!! It is like Build-a-Bear but you build a truck. They have the frames and then you pick and accessorize. I mean what little boy wouldn't think he was in heaven. They pack it up into a garage to scan it while checking out. And instead of the certificate like Build-a-Bear you get decals to put on your ride. Klay's license plate says Klaybo! How cute is that!! He has played no stop with it. I know will have to make a special trip to this store each time we go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TzYBoCgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BgOFfJaa-S0/s1600-h/IMG_2622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0TzYBoCgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BgOFfJaa-S0/s400/IMG_2622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254878113554762242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-9114959332157410166?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/9114959332157410166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=9114959332157410166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/9114959332157410166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/9114959332157410166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/10/branson-trip.html' title='Branson Trip'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0SWpxSNpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/p99qvleGnu4/s72-c/IMG_2526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5797090863913329083</id><published>2008-09-29T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:06:26.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents Day</title><content type='html'>I have had this in the draft folder all month long waiting on getting a picture of Mimi's plate, but I just gave up and decided to post it.  These are the plates the kids painted for the grandparents in celebration of their special day. Every year I tell myself I'm not going to forget it, but I do. This year I was way on top of things. We made these plates at a local pottery studio, which the kids loved doing.  And I even prepared a big lunch for after church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley made the grandparents each a letter from preschool that told what she liked most about them, and what they did when they spent time together. It was so funny to see what she wrote. I don't think any of it held true, I think she was put on the spot at school and used another childs idea. Ha,ha! She said her Mimi's favorite place to eat is Pizza Inn, which anyone who knows her, can tell you that she is at Chili's on a daily basis. She will rotate from her favorite restaurant and eat the same thing, I don't know how Kensley could forget. She will say to her "Mimi I don't want to eat Chili's or Crackerbarrel!". Cabe and I just crack up, because it is so... true. She did say all of her grandparents favorite thing to do is spend time with her and Klay. I thought that was very sweet, and I know for the most part they wouldn't rather do anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I don't have the pictures of Mimi's plate, I thought I would post on Grandparents Day. We love each on of you very much, and I hope the kids get special things from each of you. Also we love our greatgrandparents, Granny, Gigi, and Mammaw. I'm so happy the kids have all generations in the family to tell them stories and pass on traditions. I know Kensley and Klay already have memories of each grandparent they they will be able to tell their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny the things we do get from our grandparents, I am a die hard Lucy fan, and Nick at Nite watcher because of my Gran. Then everytime I hear wheel-of-fourtune, or play Old Maid with the kids I think of my Granny. Cabe can tell you that he remembers baking with his Mammaw. (Thanks for the awesome chocolate chip cookies! Our kids are truly Soffos' with these!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEPo07ZJaI/AAAAAAAAARo/YEdv4MeJ3Mc/s1600-h/IMG_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEPo07ZJaI/AAAAAAAAARo/YEdv4MeJ3Mc/s400/IMG_2151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992234940278178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEPpJYeUuI/AAAAAAAAARw/GvqTUzqN8G0/s1600-h/IMG_2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEPpJYeUuI/AAAAAAAAARw/GvqTUzqN8G0/s400/IMG_2150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992240430961378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Klay was so worn down and he finally gave out before the party was over. He doesn't want to miss a thing when company is at the house, but he just couldn't play any longer. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5797090863913329083?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5797090863913329083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5797090863913329083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5797090863913329083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5797090863913329083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandparents-day.html' title='Grandparents Day'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEPo07ZJaI/AAAAAAAAARo/YEdv4MeJ3Mc/s72-c/IMG_2151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4316696520874819223</id><published>2008-09-22T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:12:45.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fall!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy first day of fall!! I love, love, love fall!! It is my favorite season, and busiest time of year. I just adore everything that fall brings. The changing leafs, cool crisp air, chilly mornings, pumpkins, everything! Even though with each fall I'm reminded that my babies are growing a year older, I am so thrilled it is birthday season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not only my birthday but, both kids, sister, and dad's birthday in fall. Soon we will have another fall baby! Can you see a trend! The kids love their birthdays, and for months leading up to it, we start to plan the BIG day!! I can admit I go a bit overboard, but they are only little once. They won't always want mommy throwing them a big party to celebrate. Fall is also a great time to throw a birthday party. I find myself lucky that both kids have birthdays so close to pumpkin time, that is always easy to incorporate a theme. This year we are combining parties to make it a little easier on family and friends to attend. It just killed me last year that we were gone on vacation for their birthdays so we didn't get to throw a party. Not only were we gone, but we didn't have a house. Can I tell you how thankful I am this fall for having a HOME!! It is so great to decorate my porch with pumpkins. You don't realize the blessings of simple things until you don't have them. Anyhow, we are throwing one huge celebration this year, and let me tell you my kids are soooo... ready!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhZ3NSiUpI/AAAAAAAAATo/vxXaIUSx8Jk/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhZ3NSiUpI/AAAAAAAAATo/vxXaIUSx8Jk/s400/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249044170695398034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhZ3dCsIjI/AAAAAAAAATw/ISWhBWIHUt4/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhZ3dCsIjI/AAAAAAAAATw/ISWhBWIHUt4/s400/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249044174923899442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhdjg3mUjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pq9yHSZ4vvQ/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhdjg3mUjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pq9yHSZ4vvQ/s400/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249048230400250418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the first day of fall I have another first today. My website is up(well sorta) and my store has opened! Check it out: www.laughterboutique.com , I am thrilled to death to finally be doing this. I prayed so long, and now the opportunity has opened. Let this journey be blessed and bring blessing to God through this. I have already met so many neat people along the path to getting everything open. Hopefully I will develop even more relationships with people through my designing. It is awesome that it fell into place and today was the first day it was up. Another God thing, let me tell you!! I hope this fall has so many great memories, and new beginnings. We are counting down the days till pumpkin patches and parties. I should have good blogging pictures, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share some pictures from our last day at our old home. We had to move out before our new house was built so it was very saddening to leave a place we called home. Also on the last day at our old home, we had to wash "Lambie" for the first time ever. So so so sad for momma! I had to break down and wash it even though Kensley had had it since birth. She got the stomach flu the night before we moved out. So lets say it was hard the next morning to have the washing machines unhooked and everything cleaned and folded up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhdj8lXE8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/ztgWcwIvBqQ/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhdj8lXE8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/ztgWcwIvBqQ/s400/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249048237839946690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little babies have grown so much. This was Klay for the last time in his nursery, and Kensley in her toddler room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhdkKJ-bWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/st0QRMLrSVA/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhdkKJ-bWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/st0QRMLrSVA/s400/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249048241483181410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNheTOfaCpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d2S1QL-PAgw/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNheTOfaCpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d2S1QL-PAgw/s400/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249049050100664978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4316696520874819223?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4316696520874819223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4316696520874819223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4316696520874819223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4316696520874819223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-fall.html' title='It&apos;s Fall!!!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNhZ3NSiUpI/AAAAAAAAATo/vxXaIUSx8Jk/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+2007+and+moving+out+of+house+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2861274713367866065</id><published>2008-09-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:22:00.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>County Fair</title><content type='html'>We went to the fair a few weekends ago, and I'm just now getting those pictures uploaded. We met up with sweet little Lily and her grandparents. It was Lily's first time at the fair (she is only 14 months) and she was so curious about everything. Cabe and I were taken back by how calm and intrigued she was with everything. I forgot how young children at that age just soak up everything. She would stare at all the flashing lights and just loved riding on the carousel. I was really happy she got to come enjoy the fair with the kids. Kensley thinks she is just the cutest thing and loves babying her. &lt;br /&gt;Lily's mommy was at home with her new baby sister Anna. They had just come home from the hospital on Saturday, because Anna was jaundice. Those are two of the cutest little girls! I'm happy to know our little girl and Anna can be playmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around the time it was getting dark so we didn't stay long. We rode some of the kiddie rides, and toured the animal barns. The kids just absolutely love the carousel, I don't know what it is but there is something magical about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbNdhdedAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_-LE_6_SPZ8/s1600-h/Pregnaypics-Fair+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbNdhdedAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_-LE_6_SPZ8/s400/Pregnaypics-Fair+350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257615522083533826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbNeFuXQBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/StkbOKoc-cU/s1600-h/Pregnaypics-Fair+351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbNeFuXQBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/StkbOKoc-cU/s400/Pregnaypics-Fair+351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257615531818041362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbNemkqJWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7ZMUmQk_oAk/s1600-h/Pregnaypics-Fair+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbNemkqJWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7ZMUmQk_oAk/s400/Pregnaypics-Fair+355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257615540635706722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbPRNHycYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/O3nmXv6_Ui8/s1600-h/Pregnaypics-Fair+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbPRNHycYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/O3nmXv6_Ui8/s400/Pregnaypics-Fair+360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257617509488685442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbPRyeB5LI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dsmlJgpciRI/s1600-h/Pregnaypics-Fair+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbPRyeB5LI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dsmlJgpciRI/s400/Pregnaypics-Fair+363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257617519514084530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2861274713367866065?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2861274713367866065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2861274713367866065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2861274713367866065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2861274713367866065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/county-fair.html' title='County Fair'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SPbNdhdedAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_-LE_6_SPZ8/s72-c/Pregnaypics-Fair+350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7349000729120924084</id><published>2008-09-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:50:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Parade 2008</title><content type='html'>Yes, the parade was weeks ago, but I'm just now getting around to adding these posts. Seriously I have had them in the drafts for weeks. This one I was waiting to add a picture scanned in from Cabe and I back in the day when he would ride the cheerleaders in the parade. The picture wasn't that good, so I opted not to add it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0QnMtXTCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/m7RiuqUJ4Ag/s1600-h/P9160157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0QnMtXTCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/m7RiuqUJ4Ag/s400/P9160157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254874605823675426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley's favorite part of the parade has always been the cheerleaders and horses. She then wants to see me in my old uniform, which Cabe gets a good kick out of. I'm gonna shock them all one day and pull out some of the old moves. Ha,ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay always likes the firetrucks and fancy cars. This year he did talk alot about the pretty girls on the cars however. He is so funny, he will tell you exactly who he thinks looks really pretty. I can always tell if my attire for the day is not up to par if Klay doesn't give me some comments. Ha! He even told his Aunt Ninny one night at our house the cartoon girls on the Tampax commercial looked cute. We had a good laugh over that one. He is such a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0QnMw-xGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/EUixa9YxnHo/s1600-h/P9160193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0QnMw-xGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/EUixa9YxnHo/s400/P9160193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254874605838845026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got really serious when he saw the Wall E float. I have to say it was my favorite also, so said it didn't win. The parents and students who worked on this one did great! Wall E moved and blinked and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0QnZ7TRcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KVc0TENWbr4/s1600-h/P9160196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0QnZ7TRcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KVc0TENWbr4/s400/P9160196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254874609371792834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7349000729120924084?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7349000729120924084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7349000729120924084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7349000729120924084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7349000729120924084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/fair-parade-2008.html' title='Fair Parade 2008'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SO0QnMtXTCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/m7RiuqUJ4Ag/s72-c/P9160157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-327129621240750217</id><published>2008-09-15T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:49:35.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear the baby?</title><content type='html'>The other night Cabe and I were getting baby stuff down and decide to get out the baby heart monitor she she is big enough now to hear. She is against my back so it has been hard to hear her, and also to feel her up until recently. We got the monitor when I was pregnant with Kensley, and everyday Cabe and I would listen, talk, and play her music. She went to bed every night with me playing her classical, I think that is why she was so vocal early on. When we were pregnant with Klay, we also did the same. But we had little Kensley who every night wanted to talk to her "Bubba" and sing him Twinkle Twinkle. That has since always been the song we soothe Klay Klay with. &lt;br /&gt;So the kids were super excited when we let them listen to the baby the other night. I think it was the first time Klayton really stopped and thought about their being a baby. He doesn't seem to understand like Kensley did, or maybe it is just that she didn't have a sibling so we emphasized a new kid in the house. He will talk about his baby in his belly every once in a while, and sometimes he will come kiss my tummy. But seeing him listen to her little heart beat brought tears to my eyes. It was like he really new his sister, and formed a loving bond. He froze and had such seriousness in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;After hearing her really well and also hearing some kicks he got really quite, looked over at Kensley and said I love my sister. I broke down, it was the sweetest moment! Cabe and I instantly started hugging and kissing him. Also rushed to get the camera, we knew we never wanted to forget that moment. &lt;br /&gt;So hopefully she will have a song soon that will forever be her soothing song, just as the others had. But I can tell we are all getting anxious, and I'm so thrilled the kids are beginning to share in the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEW2IHM8_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y2Z-7ypdakc/s1600-h/IMG_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEW2IHM8_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y2Z-7ypdakc/s400/IMG_2156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000160009778162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEW2Tw7twI/AAAAAAAAATY/4mCEzbPVI6Y/s1600-h/IMG_2155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEW2Tw7twI/AAAAAAAAATY/4mCEzbPVI6Y/s400/IMG_2155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000163137599234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay was so still and quiet with the white noise, I'm on the look out now for a CD to put in his room while he goes to sleep. It was really mesmerizing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEW2qZp0GI/AAAAAAAAATg/BOTyRCKmsHs/s1600-h/IMG_2154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEW2qZp0GI/AAAAAAAAATg/BOTyRCKmsHs/s400/IMG_2154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000169213972578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-327129621240750217?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/327129621240750217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=327129621240750217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/327129621240750217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/327129621240750217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-hear-baby.html' title='Do you hear the baby?'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEW2IHM8_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y2Z-7ypdakc/s72-c/IMG_2156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6715654309847839097</id><published>2008-09-15T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:20:51.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Deere Boys</title><content type='html'>My boys LOVE John Deere!! Cabe is always finding Klayton things that are John Deere, and Klay since he could barely talk could point out the John Deere logo and tell you what it was. He would call every tractor he saw a John Deere. So last week when Cabe had to get a mower, Klayton gladly shopped along. We went to the John Deere store and the kids had the best time. Now if they were only that good when they shopped in my favorite stores! Ha! &lt;br /&gt;Klay and Kensley both picked out things they liked for birthdays. Well Kensley picked out things she wanted me to bring her back and get Klay. Klay had so many choices it was hard for him to decide. Our salesman gave him a toy, which made him feel really special. &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that Daddy has not mowed the yard once without Klay sitting in his lap. Klay even started falling asleep once while mowing, but that wasn't going to stop him from helping Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVl_faPPI/AAAAAAAAATI/XIqHxZj5rZo/s1600-h/IMG_2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVl_faPPI/AAAAAAAAATI/XIqHxZj5rZo/s400/IMG_2170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246998783305858290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVF4_EtMI/AAAAAAAAASw/hs4c3uOSVq0/s1600-h/IMG_2171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVF4_EtMI/AAAAAAAAASw/hs4c3uOSVq0/s400/IMG_2171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246998231803802818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them crack me up when they mow, because they make such a big deal out of it. It is truly like Klay is a grown man going to do "Man" stuff! Ha,ha! He will tell me he has to go help work and he'll put his John Deere boots on and head out. I thought this picture was hilarious, they look like they are running a lawn mower race. Taking the turns!! I have heard all about how well the handles, it is a mower, not some sports car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVGuVgzYI/AAAAAAAAATA/Tir-nWg0rqM/s1600-h/IMG_2163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVGuVgzYI/AAAAAAAAATA/Tir-nWg0rqM/s400/IMG_2163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246998246124998018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice Klay with his hand on the key. He either has to hold that or the steering wheel. And trust me he doesn't let go, he knows exactly how it turns on! Notice Daddy on the phone even while out mowing. I think one day his phone will just grow to part of his body. Work never ends for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVGdRZquI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2rPGUW_C9tw/s1600-h/IMG_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVGdRZquI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2rPGUW_C9tw/s400/IMG_2166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246998241544350434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the boys already have their things! I can just picture them as Klay grows doing all the things Cabe has wanted to do with his son. It really makes me proud of the two of them! Love you two boys so....much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6715654309847839097?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6715654309847839097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6715654309847839097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6715654309847839097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6715654309847839097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/john-deere-boys.html' title='John Deere Boys'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNEVl_faPPI/AAAAAAAAATI/XIqHxZj5rZo/s72-c/IMG_2170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-940115450280345847</id><published>2008-09-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:06:13.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kensley's 1st Show-n-Tell</title><content type='html'>My little baby is growing more everyday. Yesterday she had her first show-n-tell at school. Well no official, but we asked if we could bring her turtle, because all she has talked about was another little girl bringing her lizard. She told us how the lizard had a cool home, like the one she use to have but Mommy ran over it. (Not really but when she cried and got upset about it, I thought I would take the rap for Daddy not paying attention) Her teacher said it would be fine, so we got Luke's home just right and took him to class to show him off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNERXLaw9KI/AAAAAAAAASA/lWJBpvrXKW8/s1600-h/IMG_2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNERXLaw9KI/AAAAAAAAASA/lWJBpvrXKW8/s400/IMG_2157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246994130763052194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I had to tell her to wake her up that morning was that today she was taking her turtle to school. She jumped out of bed with such excitement, it was truly a precious moment for a momma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNERWzi2gaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ro7nL-pajUE/s1600-h/IMG_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNERWzi2gaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ro7nL-pajUE/s400/IMG_2158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246994124354519458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNERXjkCzrI/AAAAAAAAASI/FJAA9GN45V4/s1600-h/IMG_2181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNERXjkCzrI/AAAAAAAAASI/FJAA9GN45V4/s400/IMG_2181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246994137244421810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kensley got home from school we showed her yet another critter that we added to our collection, while she was at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNESxG0tOZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nq0P78dt_0s/s1600-h/IMG_2178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNESxG0tOZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nq0P78dt_0s/s400/IMG_2178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995675717908882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dorky, Klayton's lizard he found on the porch today. Don't ask me why to kid named him Dorky, but that is what he wanted so that is his name. Can you tell how Klayton wasn't really sure he wanted to hold him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNESxgBlXkI/AAAAAAAAASY/N-iX93b9D0s/s1600-h/IMG_2175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNESxgBlXkI/AAAAAAAAASY/N-iX93b9D0s/s400/IMG_2175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995682482806338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Klay held Dorky, he didn't want to put him down. Poor lizard, he didn't know what he was getting himself into when he befriended Klay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNESyEjLDiI/AAAAAAAAASg/FL8pnE9Zw28/s1600-h/IMG_2173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNESyEjLDiI/AAAAAAAAASg/FL8pnE9Zw28/s400/IMG_2173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995692287364642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His peaceful life! Even I think his tiny size makes him kinda cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNETLivmrjI/AAAAAAAAASo/MgCjZHoEVGI/s1600-h/IMG_2182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNETLivmrjI/AAAAAAAAASo/MgCjZHoEVGI/s400/IMG_2182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246996129889300018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a picture of Kensley with her cute "noculars" she made at school. Kensley has an old scope of Cabe's that she calls her "noculars" and she constantly looks out in the yard with it. I will sometimes find her in different places around the house just studying things with them. So when she walked out of school with these so proudly around her neck, I knew she would have stories to tell. She told me all about finding raccoon tracks behind school in the woods, on their hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't children and the simple things just precious! How lizards and turtles can bring such joy! I love their excitement, I pray for a heart like a child to see the little things in life, and find joy in all God's wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-940115450280345847?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/940115450280345847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=940115450280345847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/940115450280345847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/940115450280345847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/kensleys-1st-show-n-tell.html' title='Kensley&apos;s 1st Show-n-Tell'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SNERXLaw9KI/AAAAAAAAASA/lWJBpvrXKW8/s72-c/IMG_2157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7869516853643679437</id><published>2008-09-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:38:58.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post some pictures from a week or two ago. I captured some of life's crazy moments with kids! If you have ever been a parent, then you know there are those days that you wake up and know the whole day is just going to be wild! I was thinking back on these pictures today, because the kids were just driving me crazy. I think it is all the rain, and being stuck inside with nothing to do. No toy, movie, etc. was going to settle these two wild kiddos today. I was so worn down with telling them to stop throwing things, screaming, running, uhh!!! I know they have their bored days just like I have mine, but what can you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago this is how one day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I woke up to Klay being in the dog kennel. He usually is a very early riser, and we often just let him get up while we are still waking up. I heard all the noise in my bathroom, and when I went in there, this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBgZufvyRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HsE-fJtexKU/s1600-h/IMG_1790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBgZufvyRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HsE-fJtexKU/s400/IMG_1790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242295961353439506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Kensley got up he convinced her to lock him in there. That's all I need is Kensley being able to lock Klay in a cage. I can just see that one playing out. When she didn't get her way I would probably find my son in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBgZ2KfiOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oJF5ugdcqQ0/s1600-h/IMG_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBgZ2KfiOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oJF5ugdcqQ0/s400/IMG_1792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242295963411777762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a ton of things on the to-do list so we had to get out no matter how much the kids were acting out. I thought maybe lunch and some play at Chick-fil-A would help, but no that went wild too. We were that embarrassing family with screaming fighting kids that everyone stares at. So after that we had to get school shoes, so we went to do that. The kids know that there is a horse in the shoe store so immediately they started fighting over who was going to ride it first. We occupied Kensley being letting her try on shoes. She loves them! Klay also found a new favorite thing. The socks to try on shoes! He wore these stocking on his feet for the next several days. Every time he put on his crocs he would say how comfortable they made his feet feel. I tell you this kid is like his Pop Pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see his is chillin' on the couch wearing his sock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBhR4vZ54I/AAAAAAAAAQo/vLngKIlO8BI/s1600-h/IMG_1793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBhR4vZ54I/AAAAAAAAAQo/vLngKIlO8BI/s400/IMG_1793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242296926176143234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were suppose to be taking naps, but I gave in and said if they quietly watched cartoons that would work. We all know that didn't work out and I finally got Klay to sleep in his bed. Kensley can fight a nap till the end, and I have just come to the realization that she no longer needs one. Some days she has to have some rest so I can convince her read books on her bed. She was fighting her nap this day with every battle weapon she had. She will wake Klay in his room, say she has to do stuff in her bathroom,(That is just code for I'm going to make a mess with lip gloss) say she has a stomach ache and can't lay down. I'm telling you the kid can debate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I found her after I forced her to just stay in her room quietly. It was like she wasn't going to let me win and lay in her bed to take a nap. She fell asleep on her toy box, and I even after the battle she still looked like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBgZTSXmyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cv1LjicHdRI/s1600-h/IMG_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBgZTSXmyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cv1LjicHdRI/s400/IMG_1788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242295954049571618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later while I was getting dinner ready Klayton started in on his potty training thing. Some days he does really good all day, others he will go in his diaper, take it off, and then go to the potty. That is his version of him doing a good job. I'm not going to get graphic, but lets say its not a pretty picture when he takes himself. While in the kitchen I keep seeing a little naked behind run past. I would put a diaper on him, next thing I know he runs past diaperless again! Oh, the day was long! So Kensley comes to tell me that Klay has taken his diaper off again, and he is eating the treat I told him he couldn't have. We had bought Twinkies at the store(which the kids had never had) and he was really eager to taste them. I insisted he not spoil his dinner, but this is what I found in Kensley's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBhSJE3j1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/yxOVZd1fSxQ/s1600-h/IMG_1797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBhSJE3j1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/yxOVZd1fSxQ/s400/IMG_1797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242296930561134418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes he is diaperless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all made it through the day without pulling each others hair out, and Klay even got a new favorite stool. I got this cute little stool from an antique store here. He kept bringing it to me and telling me how this is for when he can't reach. It was sweet, but also under my feet all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBhSs7ggnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SvBYaZXIdsE/s1600-h/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBhSs7ggnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SvBYaZXIdsE/s400/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242296940185551474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days will come and go, but it is just giving me stories to tell my grandchildren one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7869516853643679437?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7869516853643679437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7869516853643679437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7869516853643679437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7869516853643679437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBgZufvyRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HsE-fJtexKU/s72-c/IMG_1790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7737673533975119624</id><published>2008-09-02T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:14:33.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBcrjNCacI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Bn5Wfbe-Dc/s1600-h/miscaugust+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBcrjNCacI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Bn5Wfbe-Dc/s400/miscaugust+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242291869513312706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a different weekend than planned. I was going to get several new fall outfits sewn, work on baby items, finish projects in the house that needed to be done, etc.. Lets say none of that got done, and I'm feeling way behind now. I started having the most horrible migraine Friday, and Saturday it only got worse. I called the nurse to see what was going on because not only was my head hurting, but now I was so nauseous and weak that I could hardly get out of bed. Luckily Cabe had taken Klay with him for the day, so it was Kensley and me and she it very understanding when mommy doesn't feel well. They gave me some medicine and said to watch my blood pressure. So I stayed in bed all Saturday and some of Sunday, then that night it got worse. I was bleeding really bad, so Cabe and I made a trip to labor and delivery around 11:30Sunday night. They said the baby was fine and that I probably had some kidney stones. So anyway, I am feeling even more unprepared for the baby now. I kept thinking on the way to the hospital about all the stuff we didn't have yet for the baby. Like everything! I have told Cabe now, that we have to step it up and get things ready just in case. Thank heavens I wasn't the women that was brought in while I was there that had just delivered in the back of a truck on the side of the highway. I mean talk about a shock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday we decided to take the kids to do some fun stuff, since the weekend had kind of been slow. We went to Playtime Pizza, which we all really liked. I think they would have loved it even more had they been able to ride the go-carts. But they enjoyed the games and bowling. Kensley won a Minnie Mouse from one of those claw machines and all Klay wanted was some candy. Which after like $5.00 worth of trys, we gave up and just cashed in his tickets for some sour punch straws and a sucker. Happy Boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been stressed on the seating arrangements in the car when the baby gets here, so we decided since they were having Labor Day sales we would check out some car lots. I love my car however, I can't stand the back row of seats or the way it rides when you are back there. On trips I am the one who seats back there and I have to keep Tylenol down the whole time because it is so claustrophobic. Also you can't buckle because the seat belts lock up every inch you pull them. So aggravating!! I was really worried because I can't imagine putting Kensley in the back, when I can't even ride back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long story short, we are now owners to a new Expedition EL. So much bigger, and I love, love, love it!!! I couldn't sleep the other night however, after my first drive in it. Yes I didn't even drive it or sit in it before we bought it. That is just kinda the way we roll! Ha,ha!! I knew what I liked, because I have researched which vechiles are the biggest and have the most interior room. Cabe had driven it the way home and for a quick run to the store, Monday night. He thought maybe before I had to drive it all week I might give it a try in the neighborhood. I probably looked like a student driver!! I was in the middle of the rode scared to death I was going to take down a mailbox or something, and I'm not a fan of night driving. Hate it! I tossed and turned, and so did the baby all night. I am getting use to the bigger size, but it is still going to be a challenge until I am well acquainted with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBcr6a-RPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/568dK3i5Lj4/s1600-h/miscaugust+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBcr6a-RPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/568dK3i5Lj4/s400/miscaugust+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242291875745776882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to trade park spaces in the garage, because my usual spot just wouldn't hold this massive tank. We all love it, and hopefully it will work well when all three kiddos are in their car seats. I am on the hunt for a cute toy organizer for the car that can hold all that stuff that somehow makes it to the floorboards or our car. It was almost embarrassing taking all of our stuff out of the old car when leaving the dealership. We had more toys, crayons, sippys, etc. in our car than should be allowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love some to the new features this car has. It has the back up camera, which is so awesome. I had become such a fan of the back up sensors, I don't think I could drive without them. But putting a camera in the rear view mirror, now that is ingenious! Also the back seat is humongous!! I am now thinking I may put both kids in the back and the baby seat in the 2nd row. Also it came with a DVD player!! I have wanted one in the car since we had kids. Just this summer we bought a huge 11' inch screen awesome DVD player for our trip. I hated to see it go, but at least this one does come with it. Another feature that is just funny to me is the air conditioned seats. Our Yukon had the heated seats, but air conditioned. It is just weird, you feel like you spilt a cold drink in your lap. I guess on those hot summer days it may turn out nice, not to stick to the seats. Also I have to say it has the Navigation Cabe has been dying to having forever. He has an after market GPS in his truck that we always take on trips but I always said it was a distraction and didn't want one. He has fought me till the end on this one, and he won. I didn't really care since most of the Expeditions came standard with it, I just thought now he will get his toy to play with. And he has played with it every time we are in the car. I think they are hazardous, he doesn't pay attention to the road. He loves the voice commands, I think it is just a guy thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SL7IWm9muwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6-iHXAZ70ps/s1600-h/epd08_pg_INT_005_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SL7IWm9muwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6-iHXAZ70ps/s400/epd08_pg_INT_005_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241847307047451394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all loving it, and the kids keep saying how nice it smells. You have to love that, they even enjoy that new car scent! I hate however that it has not stopped raining and that beautiful shiny car is now rained on. It is a cream color so I think this one will look alot cleaner then my old navy Yukon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7737673533975119624?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7737673533975119624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7737673533975119624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7737673533975119624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7737673533975119624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-ride.html' title='The New Ride'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBcrjNCacI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Bn5Wfbe-Dc/s72-c/miscaugust+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-7737578395216869414</id><published>2008-08-29T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:57:58.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Pond</title><content type='html'>This is our new fish pond we made last week. Kensley's hermit crab Little Girly died Wednesday night and she was quite upset. Poor thing has had to deal with death alot more than I think kids should. She has had several pets(and in her opinion that even means caterpillars)die. We can't always avoid her finding out, so it has just become a hard reality. She is very mature so she handles it well, but she is also very sensitive. When Little Girly died you would have thought this was a pet that actually communicated with us. We all had to say what we were going to miss about Little Girly and talk about how she will be remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBi_qVXgYI/AAAAAAAAARA/ml7SNiioS0g/s1600-h/miscaugust+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBi_qVXgYI/AAAAAAAAARA/ml7SNiioS0g/s400/miscaugust+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242298812094448002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday when she got out of preschool her Daddy had a surprise for her. She loves fish, and we have had several of these fish ponds, but just never big enough for the fish to survive. He took my unlucky pot(whole other blog within itself, lets just say my front porch must be cursed, it doesn't want me to have anything on it) and transformed it into a fish pond for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got five koa fish which are named: Darby, Little Quack, Lulu, Luke, and Sarah. The kids enjoy looking out on the deck each morning to check on them, and also feeding them. As you can see in one of the pictures Kensley is giving Klayton a lesson on how much food to feed them. We had another disaster when she was littler because she dumped the whole bag of food in the water. Those poor fish went to fishy heaven also. Wish our new ones luck, hopefully the pot likes fish better than plants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBjAAEA42I/AAAAAAAAARI/fX-DfMdpQPU/s1600-h/miscaugust+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBjAAEA42I/AAAAAAAAARI/fX-DfMdpQPU/s400/miscaugust+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242298817927242594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kensley telling him just a little bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBkFgu49mI/AAAAAAAAARY/rfOa-DlwS8A/s1600-h/miscaugust+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBkFgu49mI/AAAAAAAAARY/rfOa-DlwS8A/s400/miscaugust+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242300012107986530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Darby being feed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBjAdEe1DI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EhFUo1ruNac/s1600-h/miscaugust+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBjAdEe1DI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EhFUo1ruNac/s400/miscaugust+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242298825713833010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the shirt I found Kensley online. It says "My mom is blogging this". She wore it to preschool and the teachers thought it was so precious. I found Klay one too, I'll post that picture when he wears his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBkF8caMJI/AAAAAAAAARg/XLVAuQpQW3c/s1600-h/miscaugust+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBkF8caMJI/AAAAAAAAARg/XLVAuQpQW3c/s400/miscaugust+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242300019546665106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-7737578395216869414?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/7737578395216869414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=7737578395216869414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7737578395216869414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/7737578395216869414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/fish-pond.html' title='Fish Pond'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SMBi_qVXgYI/AAAAAAAAARA/ml7SNiioS0g/s72-c/miscaugust+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6139692087444882124</id><published>2008-08-28T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:16:36.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet's Started Test</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend Jet had his first set of field trials. The trials were in Bruins, AR a little town that couldn't even be found on the GPS. We went on Friday and Saturday to watch him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb_wuJpG4I/AAAAAAAAANI/Zcz3yLcpC6w/s1600-h/recent+pictures+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb_wuJpG4I/AAAAAAAAANI/Zcz3yLcpC6w/s400/recent+pictures+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239656428979428226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matt and Jack before water retrieve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb_xLF3iNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tsWIKzeinQM/s1600-h/recent+pictures+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb_xLF3iNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tsWIKzeinQM/s400/recent+pictures+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239656436748224722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jack retrieved his duck, and passed the trial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb_xfsEJEI/AAAAAAAAANY/gCAV9niO5gA/s1600-h/recent+pictures+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb_xfsEJEI/AAAAAAAAANY/gCAV9niO5gA/s400/recent+pictures+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239656442277143618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jet getting ready for his water retrieve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the youngest dog in the whole competion, and he did excellent. He has been at school for five months now, and he is way ahead of the game. His trainer Matt of Grassy Lake Retrievers took Jet and three other dogs. He took Maddie, which is his personal dog and her puppies Jack and Sage. Sage is also Matt's dog. Both Jack and Sage are a year and a half, they did awesome as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcA25fFhAI/AAAAAAAAANg/gt4Vd5KHSX4/s1600-h/recent+pictures+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcA25fFhAI/AAAAAAAAANg/gt4Vd5KHSX4/s400/recent+pictures+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239657634613003266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcA5qjccBI/AAAAAAAAANo/CUdZCB7ZB0g/s1600-h/recent+pictures+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcA5qjccBI/AAAAAAAAANo/CUdZCB7ZB0g/s400/recent+pictures+100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239657682144358418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcA6ehFbEI/AAAAAAAAANw/nD9A92lNfjs/s1600-h/recent+pictures+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcA6ehFbEI/AAAAAAAAANw/nD9A92lNfjs/s400/recent+pictures+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239657696093105218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet, Jack, and Sage where the only ones doing trials, Maddie has already recieved all of hers. They each did a started test on Saturday and Sunday. The three passed with flying colors and made Matt very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcCB5XzMPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/injxxg4p7As/s1600-h/recent+pictures+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcCB5XzMPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/injxxg4p7As/s400/recent+pictures+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658923072631026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matt was telling Kensley how to get Maddie to fetch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcCCdM9RcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WKK7wnMYphI/s1600-h/recent+pictures+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcCCdM9RcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WKK7wnMYphI/s400/recent+pictures+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658932690830786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kensley giving the orders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcCC6J9iEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eiUxLgw_kWE/s1600-h/recent+pictures+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcCC6J9iEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eiUxLgw_kWE/s400/recent+pictures+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658940462893122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maddie was really good with Kensley, since she is an older dog and has trained for a long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcDGtL1n1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dS4iyaLZgxQ/s1600-h/recent+pictures+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcDGtL1n1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dS4iyaLZgxQ/s400/recent+pictures+130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239660105212206930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first started test they must do a land retrieve and water retrieve, they get a score of five points if they pass both. Jet passed on Saturday and Sunday, so he got a score 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcEMb9MskI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_xBRNc_OIeQ/s1600-h/recent+pictures+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcEMb9MskI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_xBRNc_OIeQ/s400/recent+pictures+180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239661303178244674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcEMw2nYwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lI5QDfMpvW4/s1600-h/recent+pictures+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcEMw2nYwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lI5QDfMpvW4/s400/recent+pictures+198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239661308787778306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jet at the land retrieves)&lt;br /&gt;This is Boo, she is the oldest living dog with the most UKC points. She is 11 1/2 and has over 4,600 points!! To say she is just a grand champion is an understatement. Her and her owner have the sweetest bond, and I just fell in love with her. She is so loyal, and now she can't really hunt anymore because of her age and health, but she still comes to these field trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcFXl6uhHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/I1zs0YZ2EwM/s1600-h/recent+pictures+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcFXl6uhHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/I1zs0YZ2EwM/s400/recent+pictures+219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239662594342421618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo would fetch treats from her nose and show everyone a few tricks. I gave her my strawberry ice cream for little treat because she just kept watching everyone eat theirs with these sad eyes. How can you resist a dog like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcFYM-8cMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CRo51goImYM/s1600-h/recent+pictures+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcFYM-8cMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CRo51goImYM/s400/recent+pictures+221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239662604829094082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley was so proud of Jet getting a trophy as she calls it. Matt's dog Maddie has gotten several ribbons and after she trained with him one day she came home talking aobut all the trophys Maddie has. In her eyes Jet is a super cool dog now because he got a trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcFYpQDMnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dOp4LdO9Ang/s1600-h/recent+pictures+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcFYpQDMnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dOp4LdO9Ang/s400/recent+pictures+226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239662612417032818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good time hanging out and watching the dogs. We were a little unprepared for it all though, being it was our first time to go. (Thanks Matt! Ha,ha!)  We got so mudddy and the kids absolutely loved it, escpecially Klay. He was the nastiest kid riding home Saturday night. I didn't know if we needed to strap him to the hood or not. He had dirt everywhere dirt could be!! Also he found a new favorite drink while at the trials. RED COKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcDIvIs2WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/k1B5WWQIREI/s1600-h/recent+pictures+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcDIvIs2WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/k1B5WWQIREI/s400/recent+pictures+139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239660140095658338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Klayton finding the tresure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcDJZ6afzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9Q0TYpcMVYU/s1600-h/recent+pictures+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcDJZ6afzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9Q0TYpcMVYU/s400/recent+pictures+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239660151578459954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aww, this is good!! You guys have been holding out on me!! Ha,ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcELji3kNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QCm46FFmq9U/s1600-h/recent+pictures+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcELji3kNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QCm46FFmq9U/s400/recent+pictures+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239661288035422418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't bring an ice chest, just Matt and all he had was Coke and water. Well Klay wanted some "Red Coke", as he called it. We thought what the heck give him one, let him live a little, its just for the day. They had been up early and we all needed some caffeine. I think Klay's total of "Red Coke" by the end of the night was 3 1/2! Klay will never forget going to field trials and his first taste of liquid heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcGiX7IKwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3V9hTySbuoY/s1600-h/recent+pictures+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcGiX7IKwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3V9hTySbuoY/s400/recent+pictures+233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239663879076195074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kensley with her "trophy" and Klay with the "Red Coke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcGixOjPeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-XZowxHXzWw/s1600-h/recent+pictures+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcGixOjPeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-XZowxHXzWw/s400/recent+pictures+237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239663885868547554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think the perfect caption would be Klay saying "Yes coke please!")&lt;br /&gt;We were so worn down when we got home. My feet and ankles started swelling for the first time after this weekend. I was all up for some R&amp;R on Sunday, so I didn't have to walk around with cankles for the next three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcGjSdgjbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XfL9QukezWo/s1600-h/recent+pictures+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLcGjSdgjbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XfL9QukezWo/s400/recent+pictures+266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239663894789655986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The three dogs with their started ribbons)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6139692087444882124?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6139692087444882124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6139692087444882124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6139692087444882124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6139692087444882124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/jets-started-test.html' title='Jet&apos;s Started Test'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb_wuJpG4I/AAAAAAAAANI/Zcz3yLcpC6w/s72-c/recent+pictures+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5001873976120928793</id><published>2008-08-28T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:11:56.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis Zoo</title><content type='html'>Last Friday we took the kids to the Memphis Zoo for the day. We had to be out of town for Jet's field trials and Memphis was the closest town to stay. We decided to leave early Friday so the kids could enjoy the day at the zoo. We have been meaning to plan a trip to the zoo for a while. Klay had only been to the zoo when he was six months old, so I was way over due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbxMymQO-I/AAAAAAAAALg/lYYfFpUdbL0/s1600-h/recent+pictures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbxMymQO-I/AAAAAAAAALg/lYYfFpUdbL0/s400/recent+pictures+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239640418535095266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbxNHV1LhI/AAAAAAAAALo/pz73Gg9zVMw/s1600-h/recent+pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbxNHV1LhI/AAAAAAAAALo/pz73Gg9zVMw/s400/recent+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239640424103357970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I loved Klay's face in the picture, it just makes me want to kiss those sweet little cheeks.)&lt;br /&gt;We all loved how nice and big the zoo was. Such a change from our local one. The first thing we say were the lions, which helped to really pump up the kids. Kensley said her favorite was the girl lion and Klay said his was the boy lion. This trend followed through the whole day, with every animal we came too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbxNxURK5I/AAAAAAAAALw/AvCIJituPaE/s1600-h/recent+pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbxNxURK5I/AAAAAAAAALw/AvCIJituPaE/s400/recent+pictures+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239640435371092882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbyiHeuepI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YsrA60AJJi8/s1600-h/recent+pictures+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbyiHeuepI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YsrA60AJJi8/s400/recent+pictures+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239641884429548178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This orangutan kept playing with us, he would turn his back when I would lift the camera up. Luckily I snapped a shot of him. Kensley got so tickled by this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbyihtHtlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zwDgH39EKFw/s1600-h/recent+pictures+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbyihtHtlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zwDgH39EKFw/s400/recent+pictures+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239641891469243986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved the giraffes, I'm always amazed by their size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbykGwTEDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dzO9OeC85JY/s1600-h/recent+pictures+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbykGwTEDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dzO9OeC85JY/s400/recent+pictures+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239641918594551858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one looks like Melman from Madagascar! He was the sheepish one! Ha,ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbzxK2O4BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Mn8oZJdXP44/s1600-h/recent+pictures+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbzxK2O4BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Mn8oZJdXP44/s400/recent+pictures+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239643242543112210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the Polar Bear exhibit was the kids favorite. They even wanted to leave after seeing them because they were ready to go swim. I have to say a cold pool did sound tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbzzyK-VgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/D5ei_XASif4/s1600-h/recent+pictures+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbzzyK-VgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/D5ei_XASif4/s400/recent+pictures+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239643287458829826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bear would do the same trick each time the kids stood in front of him. He had a pattern he swam in, and each time they would jump when he came around and looked at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbz0vokrkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D-VgE_Hm17g/s1600-h/recent+pictures+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbz0vokrkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D-VgE_Hm17g/s400/recent+pictures+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239643303957540418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the tortoise we nicknamed Mzee. I think it said he was hundred something years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb1Y9GQyrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/50kb_dcJ12w/s1600-h/recent+pictures+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb1Y9GQyrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/50kb_dcJ12w/s400/recent+pictures+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645025558645426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Miss Sassy was thinking at the time, but you can tell she was giving us a look over something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb1Zs4W-4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/cXbPUz5zDpo/s1600-h/recent+pictures+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb1Zs4W-4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/cXbPUz5zDpo/s400/recent+pictures+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645038385232770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very creepy, extra large snake. We didn't so much like that exhibit. Kensley said she was sick to her stomach when we left them. I was even scared with them behind glass! That is one pet I can promise I will never let the kids have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb1Zw7658I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ICnjKVULkf8/s1600-h/recent+pictures+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb1Zw7658I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ICnjKVULkf8/s400/recent+pictures+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645039473911746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and the weather was so nice. The kids were even up for taking pictures together that day, so you know they had to be having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb17-WJxdI/AAAAAAAAANA/bas5Cl4pY48/s1600-h/recent+pictures+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLb17-WJxdI/AAAAAAAAANA/bas5Cl4pY48/s400/recent+pictures+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645627189151186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Cabe wasn't so impressed with the rest of Memphis. I teased him about being uncultured and from a little town in Arkansas, he would have know what it was like if he ever got out in the real world. Ha! We stayed in a every nice hotel however, but the one thing he promised the kids, they did not have, a POOL!! I joked before we got to the hotel and said Memphis didn't have swimming pools in their hotels, I wasn't being serious. But I guess they really don't!! We will know next time to prepare the kids, as that is their favorite part of traveling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5001873976120928793?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5001873976120928793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5001873976120928793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5001873976120928793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5001873976120928793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/memphis-zoo.html' title='Memphis Zoo'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbxMymQO-I/AAAAAAAAALg/lYYfFpUdbL0/s72-c/recent+pictures+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-4802724146917815170</id><published>2008-08-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:29:44.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kensley and Mommy First Day Pics</title><content type='html'>Every year when me and my sisters would start school my parents had us hold up our first day sign. Since I was carrying on the tradition with Kensley, I thought I would share a comparison on the two of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SK7cPVCETgI/AAAAAAAAALI/BKJgJYyJu9U/s1600-h/Katy+1st+Day+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SK7cPVCETgI/AAAAAAAAALI/BKJgJYyJu9U/s400/Katy+1st+Day+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237365572580429314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbtgc6tLjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8LacFOTnBAE/s1600-h/August+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbtgc6tLjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8LacFOTnBAE/s400/August+08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239636358266170930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbt_tIh0OI/AAAAAAAAALY/QpZeI1Vn_rg/s1600-h/Katy+1st+Day+_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SLbt_tIh0OI/AAAAAAAAALY/QpZeI1Vn_rg/s400/Katy+1st+Day+_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239636895195058402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cabe laughed at how cheesy I was with my elephant backpack. But you can tell I was so proud, my sister said she even remembers that backpack. I think Kensley and I both have a thing for bags!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-4802724146917815170?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/4802724146917815170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=4802724146917815170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4802724146917815170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/4802724146917815170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/kensley-and-mommy-first-day-pics.html' title='Kensley and Mommy First Day Pics'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SK7cPVCETgI/AAAAAAAAALI/BKJgJYyJu9U/s72-c/Katy+1st+Day+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5708934574699706625</id><published>2008-08-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:40:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Hold You Longer</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share a great book. I got it for Klay two Christmas' ago at the Christian book store because I thought it was one of the sweetest books from a mother to her son. It doesn't just apply to sons but to anyone who has ever loved a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Hold You Longer by: Karen Kingsbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxWwGFpbUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CwC_xaO3bvk/s1600-h/1133986776_letMeHoldYouLonger-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxWwGFpbUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CwC_xaO3bvk/s400/1133986776_letMeHoldYouLonger-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236655850993052994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting it and nearly crying in the store as I read it. Today as I was reading it to the kids I thought again on how wonderful this is. Since school has just started and we have been celebrating another first with one of our children. I thought it kind of funny as I read this book about all your lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author's letter in the front of the book recalls how she came to write it. She remembers her son jumping in her lap and thinking he was getting so big she may not be able to hold him much longer. Then she realized any day it could be his last, and she wanted to hold him a little longer. As a mom I know I have documented every first my children have done. First bath, first tooth, first word. So many scrapbook pages filled with their firsts. But when is the last time for things. I don't remember feeding the kids their last bottle, or changing Kensley's last diaper, or the last night they slept in their bassinet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very heartwarming story and I know we love to read it. The kids like to see the little boy grow up and hear about what he is doing. And I love it because it reminds me that lasts will come and to cherish them as much as firsts. If I could just hold them a little longer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5708934574699706625?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5708934574699706625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5708934574699706625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5708934574699706625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5708934574699706625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-hold-you-longer.html' title='Let Me Hold You Longer'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxWwGFpbUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CwC_xaO3bvk/s72-c/1133986776_letMeHoldYouLonger-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5900503196433582850</id><published>2008-08-20T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:07:34.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Broncos!!</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend Cabe went to Denver, Colorado to help move in a friend of his and watch the Broncos game. His friends brother was drafted this year to the Denver Broncos and so they traveled there to take him his furniture. Cabe didn't get everything loaded and on the road until around 8:30 Thursday night. They had to go to Fayettville to pick up more furniture, but couldn't get it till the morning, so they just had to stop there for the night. Cabe got to Denver around 11:30 Friday night. He had such a long trip there and was ready for some rest when I talked to him. His attitude was much better Saturday morning after only a few hours of sleep, because of his excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxAUWu5K7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/pc221LCvEec/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxAUWu5K7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/pc221LCvEec/s400/iPhone+Pics+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236631185168870322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kyle, Peyton, and the couple that are Peytons big fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and his friend got tickets to the game, and also passes to go to the locker room. They met a couple that had become big fans and friends of Peyton while there and were invited to ride in a limo to the game. Cabe was on cloud 9 all night, they got pulled right up to the gates and went in to meet the players. It was so cute every time I talked to him, I could tell his excitement was growing. He would call and tell me something cool they were doing, or who they meet. I was pumped for him that he got that experience to go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe has always wanted to go to Colorado skiing, but has never been. He loved it there, and was very impressed with the town. They got Peyton all moved in and enjoyed the game. Which by the way, the Broncos defeated the Cowboys! Go Broncos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKuDcCYiWsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UFwZ8N6YXQs/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKuDcCYiWsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UFwZ8N6YXQs/s400/iPhone+Pics+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236423509447695042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxAUvW95HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LudBII2CzOM/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxAUvW95HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LudBII2CzOM/s400/iPhone+Pics+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236631191779402866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKuDcRgYTAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s-kWPvaMh9Q/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKuDcRgYTAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s-kWPvaMh9Q/s400/iPhone+Pics+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236423513507122178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKuEWyIbRXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8ymMsltpMRM/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKuEWyIbRXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8ymMsltpMRM/s400/iPhone+Pics+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236424518697436530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxAU1IwExI/AAAAAAAAAKw/thYDmj-pc_0/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxAU1IwExI/AAAAAAAAAKw/thYDmj-pc_0/s400/iPhone+Pics+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236631193330389778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Game ticket and locker room pass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe is planning his next trip back, but he will NEVER drive again! I think the long car ride did it in for him and Kyle both. They had a blast while there but the drive he said was so boring and you could see nothing for miles but farm land. He sent me emails along the way home, they were just random road side attractions, it was funny. He said it gave him and Kyle something to do since there was nothing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy made it back from Denver early Monday morning. He left at around 8:30 their time and got home around 3:45 our time. He was so tired when he came in, and I had just fallen asleep right before he came in. He had text me on the way to let me know he was okay and where he was on the road. I fell asleep while texting, but I was so relieved when he came home. It worries me so bad for him to be on the road late at night and for such long periods of time. Kensley woke up when he got in bed and was all ready to see her surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought us back lots of goodies!! We love getting surprises! Kensley got a cheerleading uniform signed by the Broncos cheerleaders, pom poms, and a signed poster of all the cheerleaders. Klay got a football jersey that Peyton signed, and also a game ball from the Broncos that was signed. He also got a football toothbrush that he is all about. That kid has to have the cleanest teeth, I know he brushes his teeth 10 times a day. No joke! Cabe brought jackets and sweatshirts back for me. I was so pumped, that is all I wear in the winter. I love to have big sweatshirts to lounge around in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtwnyjtbHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZVAFKGMi4uk/s1600-h/August+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtwnyjtbHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZVAFKGMi4uk/s400/August+08+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236402820637092978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can support Peyton and the Broncos with all our gear. I will have to put Hillis on the back of our sweatshirts so everyone knows who we are supporting. I think Klay and Kensley would love to go out to Colorado sometime to see a game, I just don't know if they are old enough right now. Cabe kept saying how he would have loved for Klay to be about 10 and they would have had the best time. Isn't that any little boys dream, to go to an NFL game and get the meet the players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtwmLHnibI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZuEMvwUIYSw/s1600-h/August+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtwmLHnibI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZuEMvwUIYSw/s400/August+08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236402792870414770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtwm2jufLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d_KZIrs0fh8/s1600-h/August+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtwm2jufLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d_KZIrs0fh8/s400/August+08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236402804531035314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have not taken off their uniforms since they got them. Kensley came straight home from school yesterday and changed into her cheerleading outfit. She absolutely loves it! Also Klay is really big into football now. He always tells us he is a football boy, ever since a couple of weekends ago when him and Cabe went out and played ball. I think he grew an instant passion for the game. We couldn't be more thrilled, we are all ready to go watch his games one day! He usually wears his Razorback jersey everyday, and I mean that. He wakes up every morning and picks out his jersey for the day. Now he has another new favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5900503196433582850?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5900503196433582850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5900503196433582850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5900503196433582850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/5900503196433582850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-broncos.html' title='Go Broncos!!'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKxAUWu5K7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/pc221LCvEec/s72-c/iPhone+Pics+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-6746025287350461395</id><published>2008-08-19T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:22:19.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great first day at preschool</title><content type='html'>Well we all survived today!! Yeah!! Klay had a good day at home, and was perfect. Him and Kensley fuel each other at home, but apart they are two of the most well behaved kids. However when they are apart all they can think about is each other. He asked about her throughout the day, and kept telling me "when it says three on his watch we go get sissy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKttasKyCjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TP2VqxEkOsM/s1600-h/August+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKttasKyCjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TP2VqxEkOsM/s400/August+08+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236399297048742450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe picked her up from class and got a good report from her teacher. They said she was hard to wake up from her nap, they had to keep trying. Go figure! Ha,ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKttbFq5_iI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2Sm2uPWnLcw/s1600-h/August+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKttbFq5_iI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2Sm2uPWnLcw/s400/August+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236399303894367778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley and Klay were thrilled to see one another, it was so priceless!! I'm so glad I captured the moment. He was like her parent asking her questions about how her day went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKttbfwq1OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Zfg86d0PW0/s1600-h/August+08+02+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKttbfwq1OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Zfg86d0PW0/s400/August+08+02+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236399310897861858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so glad to see her excitement about her day. All in all it went very well. She had a great morning, and it seems to have gone good throughout the rest of the day. She told us how she had recess inside, because of the rain. We knew whatever she told us first was her favorite thing of the day. So I guess she really liked recess, because she has told us alot about that. She ate her meals good, I was worried about that. She even said she had seconds at breakfast. The girl will not eat breakfast at home if I paid her to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe and I both teared up when we read her report from the teacher. Our biggest fears for her at school was her shyness. However God never ceases to amazes us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher wrote:&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite Activity: Meeting friends&lt;br /&gt;-Behavior: Such a sweet friend. She looked after a younger girl who needed a friend today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so very proud of her and so was her daddy! We went for ice cream to top off the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtuTCoN5rI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TNOFrdAsW3M/s1600-h/August+08+010+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtuTCoN5rI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TNOFrdAsW3M/s400/August+08+010+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236400265150457522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensley wanted a picture taken of her items sat up after school. I now have a backpack hanging up in our mudroom, oh how bitter sweet. She likes to walk by and see her backpack, and we too think it is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtu_rOEf_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gEE2T_xb8sM/s1600-h/August+08+016+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKtu_rOEf_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gEE2T_xb8sM/s400/August+08+016+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236401031960887282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-6746025287350461395?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/6746025287350461395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=6746025287350461395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6746025287350461395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/6746025287350461395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-first-day-at-preschool.html' title='Great first day at preschool'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKttasKyCjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TP2VqxEkOsM/s72-c/August+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-8765517654137225452</id><published>2008-08-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:40:00.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr_I9RqPlI/AAAAAAAAAII/TkUy_pIp-4I/s1600-h/August+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr_I9RqPlI/AAAAAAAAAII/TkUy_pIp-4I/s400/August+08+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236278046124293714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our little baby has officially gone to preschool. Today is her first day, and she was so excited this morning. When I woke her up, I thought I would be battling a bear, like I usually do every morning. However, her first words were "Yeah, today is school!!" I was completely shocked and so happy for her at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up tossing and turning all night, thinking back on when she was first born. It seems like yesterday, Cabe and I were setting up the bassinet thinking about what she would be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr_PX2xplI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7pHe1FSnrDU/s1600-h/August+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr_PX2xplI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7pHe1FSnrDU/s400/August+08+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236278156338505298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how fast she would grow up. I think of everything people told us, more advice came on how to cherish every moment because they grow up so fast. But really how does anyone hold on to that time? Each day will come and go, and each day they are growing. I can't stop her growing, though sometimes I feel like it would be so much easier if I could just hang on a little longer. However I can be thankful that we have been blessed with everyday we have been together. Life sometimes has so many questions that seem so hard to answer. I am a chronic worrier by nature, as is Kensley. I see in her traits from me, that I hoped she wouldn't have. I hoped that she would be a carefree spirit that didn't think about things and just lived. However she is like me and we plan, we see the future not the now. It is a prayer of mine that we could live for in the now, because that is where God has placed us. He gave us a past and he can give us a future, but at the moment he is looking at now. He is seeing how we are living through him right now. He doesn't care if a week ago we were strayed and tomorrow we will be on path. He cares that we see what he is giving us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me the most beautiful blessing in Kensley! I think back on her as a tiny baby, and her moments as a toddler, and now as a preschooler. But all that really matters is that God blessed me, he truly did when me decide I would be Kensley's mom. He knew exactly how she would be and how she would bring so much joy to my life. I am so sad to see my little baby grow and leave for school, but God is giving her wings and seeing what she is doing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the future holds for any of us, but for this journey Kensley and I are both about to take, I hope to embrace it and gracefully handle all emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me feel alot better this morning by being so happy to go to school. I really don't know how I would have been, had she of cried for me and not wanted to go. God amazes me, and he knows just what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr_RmL5QcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-uE46LKX27Q/s1600-h/August+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr_RmL5QcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-uE46LKX27Q/s400/August+08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236278194544918978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped her off in her class, and she marched right in with that head high and ready to but her backpack in her cubby. She loved her outfit I made her and even asked this morning if she could have an apple birthday so she could wear it again. Also she really enjoyed shopping for all her school stuff. I don't know if she just liked the shopping part, or if it was all the little items she got to get for school. She loved that she would be caring a "real" backpack to school. Klay thinks he needs one too, since Sissy gets to carry one. She loved laying out her stuff to pack her backpack and this morning she held on tight to it the whole way to school. I couldn't even get her out of the car, before she was trying to put her backpack on. Oh what a big girl she has become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I got emotional after I dropped her off, and yes I am keeping a very close eye on that clock. But I know that my little girl walked very proudly into her class this morning with head held high, and I couldn't be more happy for her courage. She is so shy, and that is one of the main reasons behind the decision to send her to preschool. But like everything, life swings in all different directions and she just may turn into a social butterfly, who has more courage than mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klay too, was sad to see his sissy leave. He kept telling me to go back in the school and get her. It isn't often we are in the car or anywhere without her. He held my hand with a sad little look on his face, while I cried. I think he would of cried too, but he is such a little man, he said I'll kiss it better mommy! Ah, melt my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKsB1_FsAtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BJHiRMmva-Y/s1600-h/August+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKsB1_FsAtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BJHiRMmva-Y/s400/August+08+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236281018728317650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers and daughters are a lot alike. Sometimes I think that is for the good, and sometimes for the bad. However I think there is wisdom to learn from both. She can teach me things about life that I didn't know. And I can show her how to grow to be a strong woman. I think next year is going to hit me very hard, and it will be here before I know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, there will be another first. But I am so so so humbled to have firsts and to see her grow. She is amazing, and Mommy and Daddy couldn't be more proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKsB2t1omWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UEShD7GolfY/s1600-h/August+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKsB2t1omWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UEShD7GolfY/s400/August+08+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236281031277451618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-8765517654137225452?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/8765517654137225452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=8765517654137225452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8765517654137225452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/8765517654137225452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr_I9RqPlI/AAAAAAAAAII/TkUy_pIp-4I/s72-c/August+08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-2536243062480354603</id><published>2008-08-18T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:46:57.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr4FdG41LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZYfrkzEiK0A/s1600-h/August+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr4FdG41LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZYfrkzEiK0A/s400/August+08+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270289368175794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had Kensley's first day of dance. This is her 4th year dancing, and she absolutely loves it! She has been in a preschool dance class every year that is a dance/gymnastics combo. This year however she was asked to join the Broadway Belles dance company. For her age she could still be doing the preschool dance class, but her dance teacher Ms. Jenny recommended her for the more advanced class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud when we got a letter this summer, asking if she would attend that class this fall. Kensley was very thrilled too, that Ms. Jenny thought she was that good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her class is at night this year, and is all dance. They are focusing more on skills and advanced techniques. Last night she did just awesome! Their was only one other girl from her dance class last year and all the other girls were in kindergarten or first grade. When I first saw her class size and the skills they were working on I thought Kensley may decide to go back to her preschool class. But she completely amazed Cabe and I at how well she did. For her age she acted so mature in class, and followed Ms. Jenny very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr4FiwSRDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zzdQwHFOzsk/s1600-h/August+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr4FiwSRDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zzdQwHFOzsk/s400/August+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270290883986482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kensley will continue to love dance, and each year she gets so much better. Since she started when she was two, she knows a great deal about dance and can tell you what every position is called. I am so proud of how hard she works at it, and that she has found something that makes her so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dance she was completely exhausted and so was Klay. They had a big day playing together, because Sissy kept saying how it was her last day to be with her brother. Tomorrow is the first day of preschool and it will be a huge day for all of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr4GVl6XZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RPJR9t4hwq8/s1600-h/August+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr4GVl6XZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RPJR9t4hwq8/s400/August+08+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270304530685330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-2536243062480354603?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/2536243062480354603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=2536243062480354603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2536243062480354603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/2536243062480354603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-dance.html' title='First Day of Dance'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKr4FdG41LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZYfrkzEiK0A/s72-c/August+08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-1017672504275642495</id><published>2008-08-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:12:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girls Love their Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKezBGCuo_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/nm9-mUqYC10/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKezBGCuo_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/nm9-mUqYC10/s400/iPhone+Pics+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235349923224790002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my husband! Truly, I am so happy God blessed our marriage, family, and children. Cabe is away at the Denver Broncho's game, and Kensley has been in a total Daddy meltdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been shocked all weekend, how her behavior and mood has changed since he hasn't been here. This is the longest Cabe has been away from the kids, and me for that matter, in a long, long time. I know he hates leaving us, but we wanted him to go to the game. We knew he would love every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Kensley proved a whole new side to me this weekend. She is a total daddy's girl!! I always tell Cabe what an important role he plays in her life, but I had no clue truly how much she needed him. Things that usually excite Kensley, like Chick-fil-a, shopping, and movies do nothing for her without her daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go shopping today for last minute school items, and some other stuff. Even though most of the stuff bought was for her, she cared less about it. Every word from her was "When is daddy coming home?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night her Aunt Ninny came over and watched movies with us, and she sat in the corner and cried for Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is breaking my heart for this little girl. I am thankful God gave her Cabe for a Daddy, and that she plays just as big a role in his life as he does hers. Since she was born they have had an amazing bond. I love to watch their relationship grow as she gets older. I talk to him sometimes about what I think she will be like when she is older, and I know without a doubt she will look to him to alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone keep Cabe in your prayers as he travels home, and pray for Kensley. As a mother, you hate when your child aches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off to bed, she has a tummy ache. I don't know if she is really sick, or if it is her nerves. I guess if I am woken up in the middle of the night we will find out which one it is. To get her calmed down for bed, I gave her one of Cabe's undershirts with his cologne on it. That was an instant smile from her :)!! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-1017672504275642495?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/1017672504275642495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=1017672504275642495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1017672504275642495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336203518706198478/posts/default/1017672504275642495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-girls-love-their-daddy.html' title='Little girls Love their Daddy'/><author><name>Katy S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787522962181066948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SmiVkV6Oy9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nU1nkC1gPqo/S220/IMG_5175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKezBGCuo_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/nm9-mUqYC10/s72-c/iPhone+Pics+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336203518706198478.post-5059726918469542964</id><published>2008-08-16T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:49:31.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would hate to be this car!</title><content type='html'>Okay so really I would hate to be this person, and realize my car is so messy that strangers take pictures of it. Tonight as I was leaving dinner I got in my car and noticed to vehicle next to mine. I was so happy yet again that I had my handy camera phone with me. Can you tell this is becoming one of my favorite things? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car is tiny, like only a four seater, on no lie the whole backseat was a trash can. I first thought, moving, or just boxes and stuff. But oh no, I took a longer look and saw all trash!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has commented on my car being a total wreck before, and I admit, I am on him all the time about his nasty truck. He is notorious for throwing trash in his floor(so am I sometimes, shh..). When we were building our house, I think my car was at its absolute worst. We had our whole life in my car, practically! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my husband will get a good laugh out of this picture. And sorry if you are the person who owns this car and happens to notice your pic across the Internet. Lets hope they didn't see me get a picture from inside my car, and like call the police of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKetUECzsjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OOJoyAtTId8/s1600-h/iPhone+Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9Xj2Vez2q8/SKetUECzsjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OOJoyAtTId8/s400/iPhone+Pics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235343652035998258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336203518706198478-5059726918469542964?l=laughterboutique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughterboutique.blogspot.com/feeds/5059726918469542964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336203518706198478&amp;postID=5059726918469542964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+x
