tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67936535274343830092024-03-13T13:25:24.283-04:00The Howard FamilyCourtney, Cameron, (but mostly) Jackson & CarolineHoward Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-88565033522683413302011-03-31T20:26:00.003-04:002011-03-31T20:34:05.540-04:00There's always more...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sW90M_JLo_M/TZUcZVh63yI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/m2g_s0kdtys/s1600/SAM_0004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590405734052060962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sW90M_JLo_M/TZUcZVh63yI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/m2g_s0kdtys/s320/SAM_0004.JPG" /></a> Vanilla sour cream poundcake with Nutella buttercream for David's graduation. It was so rediculously good, I can't even describe it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymexc_xRyG4/TZUcZH0JCFI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/wN-oJ_oRm8A/s1600/SAM_0014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590405730370390098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymexc_xRyG4/TZUcZH0JCFI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/wN-oJ_oRm8A/s320/SAM_0014.JPG" /></a>Jackson's Bakugan ball birthday cake. It ended with horns and we also had cupcakes, but those pictures are on Amy's camera. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7HUgJr7Hlg/TZUcYxD6qwI/AAAAAAAAC7I/IrhYuBCsK2o/s1600/Photo03270944.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590405724262542082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7HUgJr7Hlg/TZUcYxD6qwI/AAAAAAAAC7I/IrhYuBCsK2o/s320/Photo03270944.jpg" /></a> Minnie Mouse cake with coordinating cupcakes for a 4-year-old girl's birthday party <br /><div></div></div></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-61969190230310880212011-03-31T13:02:00.003-04:002011-03-31T13:07:06.737-04:00Day #12<div align="center">Day #12... a picture of something I love...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvVT-uaOypg/TZS0ErAjD6I/AAAAAAAAC7A/DZWmytdM_ho/s1600/SDC11085.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590291029831126946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvVT-uaOypg/TZS0ErAjD6I/AAAAAAAAC7A/DZWmytdM_ho/s320/SDC11085.JPG" /></a> Cake... what else?!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">that picture was taken just after I started my clake decorating class in April of '09. Isn't it amazing how far I came since then?! I truly love it!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEuDsbsEskc/TZS0EbEbjgI/AAAAAAAAC64/FcF0MFNCL8c/s1600/SDC11098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590291025552444930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEuDsbsEskc/TZS0EbEbjgI/AAAAAAAAC64/FcF0MFNCL8c/s320/SDC11098.JPG" /></a> And this naughty girl!!! :) She like cake too, well the icing, atleast </div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-87787819672311882802011-03-31T12:56:00.003-04:002011-03-31T13:02:40.255-04:00Day #11<div align="center">Day #11... a picture of something I hate</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5j0SHRWr6ic/TZSy8ZSLv9I/AAAAAAAAC6w/G4569NopUu0/s1600/dont_waste_my_time_tshirt-p235784690137919992t5tr_400-300x300%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590289788122677202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5j0SHRWr6ic/TZSy8ZSLv9I/AAAAAAAAC6w/G4569NopUu0/s320/dont_waste_my_time_tshirt-p235784690137919992t5tr_400-300x300%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> As previously mentioned, I hate things that waste my time. It will make me crazier than just about anything. This usually comes in the form of making a special trip somewhere for something and the store (or whatever it may be) not having what I made the special trip for. And what makes me even more crazy? When whatever wasted my time also ends up being a waste of money. That is all. </div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-65899280341458836862011-03-31T12:45:00.004-04:002011-03-31T12:56:12.609-04:00Day #10<div align="center">So, here I am again. Geez. Even when I decide to make a commitment to blogging, I just can't seem to make it happen. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Anyway, Day #10... a picture of the person you do the craziest things with (or for, as I chose to do).</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FE5GfgjmE2c/TZSv_lkbmVI/AAAAAAAAC6o/GdyxUNkVCRA/s1600/SDC11036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590286544425163090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FE5GfgjmE2c/TZSv_lkbmVI/AAAAAAAAC6o/GdyxUNkVCRA/s320/SDC11036.JPG" /></a> This was our attempt Dec. '09 to get a family Christmas picture. It didn't work out so well and just reminds me of the crazy things we do with/for our kids.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I immediately thought of a time I was pregnant with Jackson... a time when I acted crazy for him and he wasn't even born. We had just bought out house and found out he was a boy so the room had to be painted. We weren't in the house yet, and were using the last month of our lease to clean/paint/decorate the house before we actually moved in. I was making 45 minute trips to the house every night after work to Lowes, etc. and doing alot of painting. This particular night, I went to buy paint... white paint that I was going to color match for his very blue room. I go to the shelf and there is NO flat white paint. NONE. Well, I wasn't having it. I was pregnant, tired, hungry and just made a wasted trip (doing something that ends up being a waste of my time is the biggest pet peave I have) and I was not leaving without that dern paint. So there I was in all my "pregnant-ness" literally climbing the paint shelves looking for that white paint and cussing and crying at the same time. I think back on that night and laugh at how rediculous I acted... all for my son who was still in my stomach :) </div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-50987958329265820192011-03-22T20:14:00.004-04:002011-03-22T20:20:32.276-04:00more cakes<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWbFyL8mPb8/TYk8Uwzk3uI/AAAAAAAAC6g/8BUDgv-Zcj0/s1600/SAM_1020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587063140126088930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWbFyL8mPb8/TYk8Uwzk3uI/AAAAAAAAC6g/8BUDgv-Zcj0/s320/SAM_1020.JPG" /></a> nail polish bottle for a spa-themed birthday party</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-133r1F1PDOk/TYk8GWGzBHI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/l2_1bNu2fPs/s1600/Photo03221640.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587062892440781938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-133r1F1PDOk/TYk8GWGzBHI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/l2_1bNu2fPs/s320/Photo03221640.jpg" /></a>purse cake... the picture is awful. It was taken with my phone, but the cake turned out super cute!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRS_ZtkimQg/TYk8Gdii83I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/eSF3cDFAegg/s1600/20110319_003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587062894436217714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRS_ZtkimQg/TYk8Gdii83I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/eSF3cDFAegg/s320/20110319_003.jpg" /></a> sheet cake and smash cake for a 1st birthday party<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_cbPYlV_A8/TYk8GJTZSLI/AAAAAAAAC6I/z2vxh7Funyc/s1600/20110319_001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587062889003960498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_cbPYlV_A8/TYk8GJTZSLI/AAAAAAAAC6I/z2vxh7Funyc/s320/20110319_001.jpg" /></a> for a St. Patrick's Day birthday</div></div><br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-61396448356771823812011-03-08T13:01:00.006-05:002011-03-08T13:29:20.130-05:00S0 what have you been doing the last week-and-a-half?<div align="center">Here's what I've been doing...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(other than not blogging)</div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHw1Yd8mma0/TXZzuBHAmiI/AAAAAAAAC6A/ea2ni6BeQV4/s1600/SAM_0937.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776022581320226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHw1Yd8mma0/TXZzuBHAmiI/AAAAAAAAC6A/ea2ni6BeQV4/s320/SAM_0937.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qs_7w7dRSfU/TXZztlVjnBI/AAAAAAAAC54/gFo61Xvb7iY/s1600/SAM_0938.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776015126141970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qs_7w7dRSfU/TXZztlVjnBI/AAAAAAAAC54/gFo61Xvb7iY/s320/SAM_0938.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4i4o16fmHs/TXZztU4pJFI/AAAAAAAAC5w/XcUlZ6Nqwu0/s1600/SAM_0939.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776010709902418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4i4o16fmHs/TXZztU4pJFI/AAAAAAAAC5w/XcUlZ6Nqwu0/s320/SAM_0939.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nqH-WdzXY4/TXZzMq7YF0I/AAAAAAAAC5o/NbsCYJ-HjoQ/s1600/SAM_0968.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581775449691264834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nqH-WdzXY4/TXZzMq7YF0I/AAAAAAAAC5o/NbsCYJ-HjoQ/s320/SAM_0968.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNuNDAGOZH4/TXZzMSFDliI/AAAAAAAAC5g/DpNHv0lHlPo/s1600/SAM_0971.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581775443020977698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNuNDAGOZH4/TXZzMSFDliI/AAAAAAAAC5g/DpNHv0lHlPo/s320/SAM_0971.JPG" /></a> Jackson made this one :) </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3O0s7Ntg9Y/TXZzMEeqYPI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/kMBH0NJGZo4/s1600/SAM_0997.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581775439370281202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3O0s7Ntg9Y/TXZzMEeqYPI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/kMBH0NJGZo4/s320/SAM_0997.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3_XX6Br-6g/TXZzLzVFyxI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/QrIqLSOVPbQ/s1600/SAM_1002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581775434766732050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3_XX6Br-6g/TXZzLzVFyxI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/QrIqLSOVPbQ/s320/SAM_1002.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgfmXDc964s/TXZzLrwNczI/AAAAAAAAC5I/eyTGwBg2z5o/s1600/SAM_1001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581775432732996402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgfmXDc964s/TXZzLrwNczI/AAAAAAAAC5I/eyTGwBg2z5o/s320/SAM_1001.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V-YNZh3E6Y/TXZyKU3K7cI/AAAAAAAAC5A/ktcmPDE9RMI/s1600/SAM_1005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774309896678850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V-YNZh3E6Y/TXZyKU3K7cI/AAAAAAAAC5A/ktcmPDE9RMI/s320/SAM_1005.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br />With a little bit of this in between...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmLltRGj280/TXZyJ6qXYkI/AAAAAAAAC44/CxfysU4Lv8E/s1600/SAM_0950.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774302863647298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmLltRGj280/TXZyJ6qXYkI/AAAAAAAAC44/CxfysU4Lv8E/s320/SAM_0950.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF1HnGr-Uoo/TXZyJpgZrRI/AAAAAAAAC4w/6dz9FWaeGJY/s1600/SAM_0951.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774298258451730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF1HnGr-Uoo/TXZyJpgZrRI/AAAAAAAAC4w/6dz9FWaeGJY/s320/SAM_0951.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hYUiSVo3WA/TXZyJcDJsqI/AAAAAAAAC4o/GnSQ3GbJDS4/s1600/SAM_0952.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774294646108834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hYUiSVo3WA/TXZyJcDJsqI/AAAAAAAAC4o/GnSQ3GbJDS4/s320/SAM_0952.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAQKzl6PrNM/TXZyJDJ2akI/AAAAAAAAC4g/LLy4mSbgU8Y/s1600/SAM_0953.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774287963318850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAQKzl6PrNM/TXZyJDJ2akI/AAAAAAAAC4g/LLy4mSbgU8Y/s320/SAM_0953.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFkwNKzh8S0/TXZxX-B20OI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/T4lISIYT0l8/s1600/SAM_0954.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581773444774023394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFkwNKzh8S0/TXZxX-B20OI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/T4lISIYT0l8/s320/SAM_0954.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrvrZ4m2JZI/TXZxXt_T8qI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/_B9AAG3VyuM/s1600/SAM_0956.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581773440468382370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrvrZ4m2JZI/TXZxXt_T8qI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/_B9AAG3VyuM/s320/SAM_0956.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5nxItIquGg/TXZxXXIXK5I/AAAAAAAAC4I/aZK6v2V1Upo/s1600/SAM_0957.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581773434332326802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5nxItIquGg/TXZxXXIXK5I/AAAAAAAAC4I/aZK6v2V1Upo/s320/SAM_0957.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UdhaIFuRzdY/TXZxXNwohGI/AAAAAAAAC4A/ybNlye055WQ/s1600/SAM_0958.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581773431816881250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UdhaIFuRzdY/TXZxXNwohGI/AAAAAAAAC4A/ybNlye055WQ/s320/SAM_0958.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbAMWhIMZ2Q/TXZxW0Tc_8I/AAAAAAAAC34/9zgoJlMWdXw/s1600/SAM_0959.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581773424983605186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbAMWhIMZ2Q/TXZxW0Tc_8I/AAAAAAAAC34/9zgoJlMWdXw/s320/SAM_0959.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmiuSfeOifo/TXZweQb9e6I/AAAAAAAAC3w/hsBaJrAUBsk/s1600/SAM_0960.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581772453282937762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmiuSfeOifo/TXZweQb9e6I/AAAAAAAAC3w/hsBaJrAUBsk/s320/SAM_0960.JPG" /></a><br />you knew Caroline would end up naked, right?! </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D74BUjGnPUQ/TXZweLouQ1I/AAAAAAAAC3o/McgZCIx49I0/s1600/SAM_0961.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581772451994288978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D74BUjGnPUQ/TXZweLouQ1I/AAAAAAAAC3o/McgZCIx49I0/s320/SAM_0961.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1anzM3hasps/TXZwd8spmsI/AAAAAAAAC3g/KEX_WICXl_E/s1600/SAM_0962.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581772447984229058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1anzM3hasps/TXZwd8spmsI/AAAAAAAAC3g/KEX_WICXl_E/s320/SAM_0962.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwfK4XWJwJQ/TXZwd5YoVhI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/KiIKgulePLI/s1600/SAM_0963.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581772447094953490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwfK4XWJwJQ/TXZwd5YoVhI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/KiIKgulePLI/s320/SAM_0963.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xZgFLBRn8s/TXZwdgFrSKI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/UsRF6qDNNYI/s1600/SAM_0965.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581772440304568482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xZgFLBRn8s/TXZwdgFrSKI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/UsRF6qDNNYI/s320/SAM_0965.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-18764096611358133392011-02-16T10:17:00.002-05:002011-02-16T10:43:56.885-05:00Pectus Carinatum<div align="center">I thought this would be the easiest place to talk about what's been going on with my chest. I have had the condtion known as "pectus carinatum" since I was little. This is basically a deformity of my chest wall where my chest wall grows out (also called pigeon chest) instead of growing flat. It has never bothered me before. I never noticed any growth, never experienced any pain. I felt like the only time it was noticeable was when my clothes were off, and its not like I walk around often with my clothes off. <br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Over the last year and a half or so, I have noticed a significant amount of growth so I mentioned it to my doctor just over a year ago. She sent me in for x-rays and there was nothing medically wrong, other than the growth of the bone. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />Over the last couple of months, I have again noticed growth, and with that has come alot of pain. It is waking me up in the middle of the night, I can't sleep comfortably, and it really hurts when I work out. You know I work out alot, I have been doing kickboxing almost every day since right before I got pregnant with Jackson. There is alot of twisting involved, and I can't even do it anymore because of the pain in my chest when I do it. <br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">With these new developments, I felt like something must be going on so I decided to do some research. "Symptoms" and things I have always considered normal for me are directly tied to the deformity of my chest wall. When I was in school, one of the things we always did was counting respirations. Our teacher told us to just watch our pateint's shoulders and that would be the easiest way. My classmates noticed that they had to watch my stomach and not my shoulders, which is right. I absolutely breathe with my stomach and not my chest. This is very typical for someone with pigeon chest. Also, I have tried very hard to be a runner, and I have gotten alot better, but judt can't seem to run for a long distance even though I have been "training" for over year. My heart starts beating too fast, I can't catch my breath, etc. even though I consider myself to be in great shape. This is also a very significant symptom of someone with pigeon chest. I also learned that even if a chest wall deformity can be "dormant " for many years, it can get worse as the person ages and have serious medical comlpications as you get older. Doctors and insurance companies no longer consider corrective surgery a purely cosmetic procedure because of the long-term issues.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So, I decided to make an appointment with a reconstructive surgeon at Wake Forest. I met with her last week and we discussed my symptoms. SHe took pictures and upon laying me down and feeling my chest wall, she was shocked, and told me that mine was the worst chest wall deformity she had seen. She set me up for a CT scan, which I had yesterday. She told me she will call me once she finds a thoracic surgeon since surgery would involve breaking my sternum, etc. SHe told me that she wants to find someoone very experienced in doing the surgery on adults. So it might mean having it done at Duke or somewhere else. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />I am waiting to hear the scan results, but I am feeling optimstic to know what is going on and that it might all be resolved soon.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />I'll keep you posted, and answer any questions you might have, You know I'm an open book :)</div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-47173846669800357652011-02-16T10:01:00.004-05:002011-02-16T10:15:45.952-05:00Day #9<div align="center">A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My mom!</div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DR7JC3Rcibs/TVvoBFpwtpI/AAAAAAAAC3I/L4Kkv5Rsr4s/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574304069195970194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DR7JC3Rcibs/TVvoBFpwtpI/AAAAAAAAC3I/L4Kkv5Rsr4s/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center">My mom is my BFF. There was a time in my life that I'm not particularly proud of that she was not. I have always loved my mom and appreciated everything she did for me, but as a teenager, we did not get along. I was too wrapped up in my friends and everything else that I thought was important and I know now that she was only truing to do what was good for me and what was going to keep me safe and happy. She has always and I know that she will always do anything for me. She has seen me through every struggle and every happy time I've ever had. She has never strayed, and I am eternally grateful!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />I love you mom!!!</div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-1598748994467548332011-02-16T09:54:00.004-05:002011-02-16T10:01:10.814-05:00Day #8<div align="center">A picture that makes me laugh...</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDGYfqd1pMc/TVvmAxeeWjI/AAAAAAAAC3A/C5Zg_BhH9sA/s1600/SDC10232%255B2%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301864756664882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDGYfqd1pMc/TVvmAxeeWjI/AAAAAAAAC3A/C5Zg_BhH9sA/s320/SDC10232%255B2%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Caroline was just over 2 months old in this picture. Jackson crawled into her crib with her and they both started laughing, Love it! And I do laugh every time I look at this picture.</div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-34716166883523713042011-02-16T09:46:00.002-05:002011-02-16T09:53:33.339-05:00Day #7<div align="center">Okay, so I need to play catch-up. Why is it that I can't seem to just get on here every day?! I really am trying!!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Day # 7 is a picture of my most treasured item. This sounded strange to me because I not consider myself the least bit materialistic. I thought maybe I could change it to something I can't live without...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">My Kitchen Aid mixer. I know that sounds silly, but I'm serious. I LOVE IT! I can't imagine my life before it. I use it <strong><em>atleast</em></strong> four times a week... pancakes or waffles atleast once a week, pizza dough, bread, icing. I use it shred meat, make mashed potatoes, cakes. You name it, a kitchenaid makes it easier!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574300481189940594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0L1Npz1Je50/TVvkwPSdjXI/AAAAAAAAC24/P0L_vvuwtp8/s320/kitchen-aid-mixer-4k4ss%255B1%255D.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-10330001413428186652011-02-03T07:26:00.003-05:002011-02-03T07:35:28.560-05:0030 Days of Courtney, Day #6<div align="center">I picture of someone I want to trade places with for a day...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This one was absolutely a no-brainer for me... Brandi Carlile<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It is no secret that I am slightly (alot) obsessed with her. I have told my dad several times that I feel like she is living the life I should be. Her music is wonderful... she is doing exactly what she wants to be doing, what she loves. She seems like such a real, genuine person. She's not a sell-out. She hasn't become too "poppy" for lack of a better word. She is making the kind of music she wants to be making. To most people she is an unknown, but has an extremely loyal fan-base. <br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I wouldn't want to trade my life with my babies for anything, but I think just getting a taste of it would be so exciting.</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUqfF4SHQsI/AAAAAAAAC2o/pl-FEmB3CEo/s1600/Brandi%252BCarlile%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569438812553560770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUqfF4SHQsI/AAAAAAAAC2o/pl-FEmB3CEo/s320/Brandi%252BCarlile%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUqfFsf1eaI/AAAAAAAAC2g/yNOIcrpW-Ks/s1600/brandi-carlile-2007-4%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569438809389889954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUqfFsf1eaI/AAAAAAAAC2g/yNOIcrpW-Ks/s320/brandi-carlile-2007-4%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUqfFU9Ka6I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/cu9hA1QESws/s1600/320x240%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569438803070446498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUqfFU9Ka6I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/cu9hA1QESws/s320/320x240%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> And it doesn't hurt that she's gorgeous, either. </div></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-9364038872996360602011-02-02T13:23:00.002-05:002011-02-02T15:06:49.217-05:00Cake<div align="center">So, one of the things I struggle with the most is feeling like I am not the best mom. I read blogs and see all these fun, educational, crafty, creative things that stay-at -home moms so with their kids and feel like I am no where near measuring up to that. It's weird, because I do consider myself creative and fun, but I struggle with patience when it comes to my kids and it is hard for me to plan something and it not go exactly as planned. I'm really bad at that.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I made a cake last weekend, and had a small cake left, and had the fabulous idea that I would let the kids decorate. It is something I love to do, obviously, and Jackson and Caroline are always so interested in it...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We had a blast. We goofed off and made a horrible mess, buy we all workd together and got to eat cake when it was all done. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />Jackson wanted blue frosting...<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmivMtd3LI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/7jdY1so8C2s/s1600/SAM_0833.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569161345969806514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmivMtd3LI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/7jdY1so8C2s/s320/SAM_0833.JPG" /></a> Is that a beautiful blue, or what?!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiuxCoNQI/AAAAAAAAC2I/p2xRzkTmgrM/s1600/SAM_0839.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569161338542372098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiuxCoNQI/AAAAAAAAC2I/p2xRzkTmgrM/s320/SAM_0839.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiunNibDI/AAAAAAAAC2A/QAxW2BXN1vc/s1600/SAM_0842.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569161335903775794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiunNibDI/AAAAAAAAC2A/QAxW2BXN1vc/s320/SAM_0842.JPG" /></a>I promise that my kids do wear clothes occasionally. (In fact, just this week we have been working on staying dressed while we are at home. They usually pick pajamas or a swim-suit, but it is progress.)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiKjzgeqI/AAAAAAAAC14/vWF-nBP-gZk/s1600/SAM_0845.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569160716513999522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiKjzgeqI/AAAAAAAAC14/vWF-nBP-gZk/s320/SAM_0845.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiKTsLpOI/AAAAAAAAC1w/yxkb0aoFGxQ/s1600/SAM_0855.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569160712188306658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiKTsLpOI/AAAAAAAAC1w/yxkb0aoFGxQ/s320/SAM_0855.JPG" /></a> This girl gives the BEST little kisses!</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiJhWvdMI/AAAAAAAAC1o/cNA4HnmRg5Y/s1600/SAM_0860.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569160698676606146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiJhWvdMI/AAAAAAAAC1o/cNA4HnmRg5Y/s320/SAM_0860.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>We even lit candles and blew them out</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiJsRxO3I/AAAAAAAAC1g/aWegUoRZMqI/s1600/SAM_0867.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569160701608541042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiJsRxO3I/AAAAAAAAC1g/aWegUoRZMqI/s320/SAM_0867.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiJYYqOmI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/UJv3dRelz0E/s1600/SAM_0864.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569160696268733026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUmiJYYqOmI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/UJv3dRelz0E/s320/SAM_0864.JPG" /></a>Caroline and Jackson </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-23145328846609379612011-02-02T13:03:00.003-05:002011-02-02T13:20:31.627-05:0030 Days of Courtney. Day #5<div align="center">A picture of my favorite memory...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Okay. This one was hard for me and I finally realized that there is no way I could come up with a favorite memory, or even one that was really good, because I remember EVERYTHING. My mom is often amazed at all the things I remember. Even small, seemingly insignifigant details from seeminly insignifigant days in my life are clear in my head.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I love how certain songs or smells can trigger a memory and bring you right back to a specific moment in your life just like it was yesterday. This happens to me all the time. My favorite is when I smell a smell that reminds me of my grandparents house when I was a little girl. I also love the smell of the fair and love when that memory is triggered.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Songs are the best. Sometimes I can hear a song and I literally have to stop dead in my tracks and relish in the monent that I am brought back to. So, instead of a picture, I have a video. It is a song called, "The Song Remembers When" by Trisha Yearwood. It perfectly explains what I have not so perfectly explained, and I can listen to it over and over and over again.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AygRmWnow1w" frameborder="0" width="480" type="text/html"></iframe></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-22999421323139156872011-01-31T14:23:00.003-05:002011-01-31T14:29:18.716-05:0030 Days of Courtney. Day #4<div align="center">A picture of my night...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />My nights are usually pretty much the same. After the kitchen is clean and the kids are in bed,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />I,<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">1. Go to the tanning bed. I know its a horrible habit, but it is my favorite part of the day. I'm just not ready to give it up.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUcMeg05YhI/AAAAAAAAC1M/M2F3d-4PDQg/s1600/tanning-beds%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568433182614315538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUcMeg05YhI/AAAAAAAAC1M/M2F3d-4PDQg/s320/tanning-beds%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a>2. Curl up on the couch and have a date with my DVR</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUcMefzc8jI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Qdsv6l9WOOk/s1600/Dish_Network_DVRList%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568433182339822130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUcMefzc8jI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Qdsv6l9WOOk/s320/Dish_Network_DVRList%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a>and 3. Curl up in my bed and drift off into never never land. Probably my 2nd favorite part of the day. I love turning my loud fan on and going to sleep!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUcMd3YONmI/AAAAAAAAC08/eCH7FHYQ58Q/s1600/draft_lens1493485module13718649photo_1233353536StephenOwenBed%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568433171488192098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUcMd3YONmI/AAAAAAAAC08/eCH7FHYQ58Q/s320/draft_lens1493485module13718649photo_1233353536StephenOwenBed%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> is that the prettiest bed?! I might never get out if I had a bed like this!</div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-49932538940279267182011-01-28T14:11:00.003-05:002011-01-28T14:26:50.057-05:0030 Days of Courtney. Day #3<div align="center">A picture of the cast from my favorite show...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It's no secret that I really enjoy watching TV. When Cameron and I first got married, we watched TV on bunny ears and got about 5 channels. And, I was okay with that. I didn't care that much about TV, thought it was a waste of money and had no desire for a nice TV or cable or sattelite. <br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">When we bought our house a little over 5 years ago, we got Dish Network, and listen to me when I say that I will never go back to bunny ears. I love my DVR... I can watch everything I want. And what I like the most is reality TV. Insert you eye-rolling here. Its fine.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />I look forward the most to Tuesday night and "The Biggest Loser." It is a wonderful show. <br /><br />I.Love.It.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUMWtq2BodI/AAAAAAAAC00/ReWKr18LON8/s1600/00020403%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567318538210877906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUMWtq2BodI/AAAAAAAAC00/ReWKr18LON8/s320/00020403%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUMWtSZjoxI/AAAAAAAAC0s/0KgRoCL4exU/s1600/jillian-michaels-and-bob-harper%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567318531649020690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUMWtSZjoxI/AAAAAAAAC0s/0KgRoCL4exU/s320/jillian-michaels-and-bob-harper%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> And I love Bob and Gillian!!!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-943392222106618392011-01-27T11:54:00.002-05:002011-01-27T12:01:03.611-05:00Happy Birthday Charlotte!!!<div align="center">Amy's mom, Charlotte turned 60 last week.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A few of us girls surprised her by taking her to her favorite Mexican restaurant for lunch and having a birthday cake. (You had to know this blog would continue to be filled with cakes). It was so fun to sit and girl talk and talk about fun memories we all have of each other.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGj63H8GFI/AAAAAAAAC0k/JIOq5jGWPU0/s1600/SAM_0818.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566910846031632466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGj63H8GFI/AAAAAAAAC0k/JIOq5jGWPU0/s320/SAM_0818.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGj6j7Z-PI/AAAAAAAAC0c/7j5r6xsx-xs/s1600/SAM_0820.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566910840878790898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGj6j7Z-PI/AAAAAAAAC0c/7j5r6xsx-xs/s320/SAM_0820.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGj6BejuFI/AAAAAAAAC0U/nlnRKbt8_Tg/s1600/SAM_0822.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566910831630989394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGj6BejuFI/AAAAAAAAC0U/nlnRKbt8_Tg/s320/SAM_0822.JPG" /></a><br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-78819698957564360092011-01-27T11:45:00.003-05:002011-01-27T11:53:44.808-05:0030 Days of Courtney. Day #2<div align="center">A picture of me and someone I have been close with for a while...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGiL4uSmZI/AAAAAAAAC0M/cZfQJ4p34zU/s1600/PICT1255%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566908939495446930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUGiL4uSmZI/AAAAAAAAC0M/cZfQJ4p34zU/s320/PICT1255%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Although I haven't known Amy my entire life, sometimes I don't even realize it, because it feels like she has always been there. When I was twelve-years-old, I met Amy through a new friend I had made named Amanda. Though Amanda and I are no longer friends, I will forever be grateful to her for introducing me to Amy who is a lifelong friend.</div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-59557482123806540432011-01-26T20:29:00.003-05:002011-01-26T20:48:26.104-05:0030 Days of Courtney<div align="center">So, in an effort to return to blogging, I am trying something new that I saw on my cousin, Shannon's blog. Each day for 30 days, you will learn something new about me. Won't that be fun?!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />Day 1: A picture of myself with 15 facts about me...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUDKonD211I/AAAAAAAACzs/dfepc-F4RQQ/s1600/SAM_0874%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566671938458670930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUDKonD211I/AAAAAAAACzs/dfepc-F4RQQ/s320/SAM_0874%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />1. I have to sleep with a big, loud box fan, and</div><div align="center">2. I have been known to pack one in my suitcase if neccesary</div><div align="center">3. I love to eat ice... all the time... as in addicted to it</div><div align="center">4. I singlehandedly keep the chapstick/lipgloss industry in business. I have eight tubes in my purse right now</div><div align="center">5. I love my kids, but don't really enjoy being a stay-at-home-mom</div><div align="center">6. I love to sing and sometimees feel as though I missed my calling in life</div><div align="center">7. I love anything mint- flavored</div><div align="center">8. I have pectus carinatum, which affects 1 in 400 people, but only 1 out of 5 cases occur in women</div><div align="center">9. I do kick-boxing every day</div><div align="center">10. I love watching all the MTV reality shows</div><div align="center">11. I make homemade bread every friday. We have bread with peanut butter and jam for dinner and it is my favorite meal of the week</div><div align="center">12. I've known I was going to name my son Jackson since I a kid</div><div align="center">13. I love doing my make-up</div><div align="center">14. If I could, I would go to bed at 8:00 every night</div><div align="center">15. I love Lifetime movies</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />So, come back tomorrow and find out something you may or may not know about me.<br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-47046705189353419052011-01-26T15:40:00.006-05:002011-01-26T16:03:54.217-05:00Here We go Again...<div align="center">Just some pictures to catch you up on the last couple months...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLIsTPdNI/AAAAAAAACzk/PYplceBszCY/s1600/SAM_0780.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566602120877012178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLIsTPdNI/AAAAAAAACzk/PYplceBszCY/s320/SAM_0780.JPG" /></a>My Ms. Poatato Head</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLIT-5X7I/AAAAAAAACzc/BFpWExIZZaw/s1600/009%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566602114349227954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLIT-5X7I/AAAAAAAACzc/BFpWExIZZaw/s320/009%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a>Happy Birthday Brittany!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLH3oT8hI/AAAAAAAACzU/LE197cWnh88/s1600/SAM_0743.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566602106738307602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLH3oT8hI/AAAAAAAACzU/LE197cWnh88/s320/SAM_0743.JPG" /></a> Its the only way to keep her quiet<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLHo8EfvI/AAAAAAAACzM/UAlQi1qLmEQ/s1600/SAM_0825.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566602102794649330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCLHo8EfvI/AAAAAAAACzM/UAlQi1qLmEQ/s320/SAM_0825.JPG" /></a> My crazy, naked babies<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKXXY-NdI/AAAAAAAACzE/tRk3H-3EMV0/s1600/Christmas_2010_130%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566601273450313170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKXXY-NdI/AAAAAAAACzE/tRk3H-3EMV0/s320/Christmas_2010_130%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a> Baby Dylan and me on Christmas Eve<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKXFWmX2I/AAAAAAAACy8/ScKNqU4ciI8/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566601268608524130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKXFWmX2I/AAAAAAAACy8/ScKNqU4ciI8/s320/004.JPG" /></a> White Trash Bash<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKWuFyaeI/AAAAAAAACy0/uuwZ7OS7ic4/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566601262363994594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKWuFyaeI/AAAAAAAACy0/uuwZ7OS7ic4/s320/008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKWemaKUI/AAAAAAAACys/nGGe2MUtpT8/s1600/3family2010%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566601258205849922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKWemaKUI/AAAAAAAACys/nGGe2MUtpT8/s320/3family2010%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> Howard Family picture<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKV4P8ZNI/AAAAAAAACyk/RSlgBl6GBMM/s1600/SAM_0678.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566601247911077074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCKV4P8ZNI/AAAAAAAACyk/RSlgBl6GBMM/s320/SAM_0678.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJDYTjoMI/AAAAAAAACyc/E8HqO2DlZAk/s1600/SAM_0680.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566599830587023554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJDYTjoMI/AAAAAAAACyc/E8HqO2DlZAk/s320/SAM_0680.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJC3KqeHI/AAAAAAAACyU/LeTs7ngH-cE/s1600/SAM_0681.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566599821691353202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJC3KqeHI/AAAAAAAACyU/LeTs7ngH-cE/s320/SAM_0681.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJCm1ZouI/AAAAAAAACyM/Zyq0JGdpyzU/s1600/SAM_0688.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566599817307202274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJCm1ZouI/AAAAAAAACyM/Zyq0JGdpyzU/s320/SAM_0688.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJB1d5RFI/AAAAAAAACyE/keuIOWlpYZg/s1600/SAM_0703.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566599804055274578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJB1d5RFI/AAAAAAAACyE/keuIOWlpYZg/s320/SAM_0703.JPG" /></a>Jackson pretending to be a mannequin (sp?) at Old Navy<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJBs3y20I/AAAAAAAACx8/DLIBN-NMRt4/s1600/SAM_0705.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566599801747987266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCJBs3y20I/AAAAAAAACx8/DLIBN-NMRt4/s320/SAM_0705.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHwZ1D4xI/AAAAAAAACx0/nIgO4QnIoAE/s1600/SAM_0715.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598405066842898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHwZ1D4xI/AAAAAAAACx0/nIgO4QnIoAE/s320/SAM_0715.JPG" /></a> Our White Christmas<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHwFRzvRI/AAAAAAAACxs/KojApyXy1Ag/s1600/SAM_0719.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598399550274834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHwFRzvRI/AAAAAAAACxs/KojApyXy1Ag/s320/SAM_0719.JPG" /></a> another cake!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHvJnE02I/AAAAAAAACxk/HtxUVMFoKS4/s1600/SAM_0722.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598383533347682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHvJnE02I/AAAAAAAACxk/HtxUVMFoKS4/s320/SAM_0722.JPG" /></a> Avett Bros. on New Years Eve!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHuktZoxI/AAAAAAAACxc/H0jnoInHRfc/s1600/SAM_0726.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598373627765522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHuktZoxI/AAAAAAAACxc/H0jnoInHRfc/s320/SAM_0726.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHuJv21rI/AAAAAAAACxU/BKb1nnWupEg/s1600/SAM_0733.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598366390310578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TUCHuJv21rI/AAAAAAAACxU/BKb1nnWupEg/s320/SAM_0733.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-40106578337432834672010-11-07T09:29:00.002-05:002010-11-07T09:35:28.756-05:00Cakes... what else?<div align="center">I went onto Facebook this morning and someone from Mike and April's wedding took a decent-looking picture of my cake. I thought I was going to wait for the photographer.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TNa4Zznyg8I/AAAAAAAACwI/IrrbjYhPn1M/s1600/75658_724308108831_25001890_39702586_531852_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536815545391940546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TNa4Zznyg8I/AAAAAAAACwI/IrrbjYhPn1M/s320/75658_724308108831_25001890_39702586_531852_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />This morning I also finished a cake for a friend of mine who is having her baby blessed today. She wanted a cake for luch she is having for her family and told me she wanted a cake that looked like it was for a baby shower.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TNa4ZTkOZ5I/AAAAAAAACwA/wGswhUtDTxg/s1600/SAM_0649.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536815536787056530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TNa4ZTkOZ5I/AAAAAAAACwA/wGswhUtDTxg/s320/SAM_0649.JPG" /></a> I made the topper out of gumpaste. The cake is covered in butercream frosting and fondant dots.</div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-11222646703476654152010-11-01T16:27:00.004-04:002010-11-01T16:46:50.589-04:00Happy Halloween!<div align="center">My kids LOVED Halloween this year. Jackson knew months ago that he wanted to be Darth Vader. I went back and forth whether to have Caroline be Yoda or Princess Leia and decided she needed to be a girl. Dalene made an adorable little dress and we even got Jackson a red lightsaber. He had a fit at the thought of being Darth Vader with the blue one he already had.</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8ky2Aiy9I/AAAAAAAACv4/4gHXsyqiItY/s1600/SAM_0581.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682922971483090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8ky2Aiy9I/AAAAAAAACv4/4gHXsyqiItY/s320/SAM_0581.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kyloSYoI/AAAAAAAACvw/2fPjpkFacVI/s1600/SAM_0585.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682918574776962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kyloSYoI/AAAAAAAACvw/2fPjpkFacVI/s320/SAM_0585.JPG" /></a> These pictures were taken before our chili cook-off/trunk-or-treat at church. Caroline wouldn't wear her hair and everyone thought she was an angel or ghost, which would still have been cute, but I was going for something more original :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />David and Leda came over Sunday night and went trick-or-treating with us. I always love it when they come over and hang out with us. And the kids love their Uncle Dabid and Yeeda!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kyd-hvGI/AAAAAAAACvo/SPOuiBXm24Y/s1600/SAM_0626.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682916520574050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kyd-hvGI/AAAAAAAACvo/SPOuiBXm24Y/s320/SAM_0626.JPG" /></a> Caroline decided she needed to do her own make-up<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kx0e2aCI/AAAAAAAACvg/8ukPm51Fm_4/s1600/SAM_0627.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682905381857314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kx0e2aCI/AAAAAAAACvg/8ukPm51Fm_4/s320/SAM_0627.JPG" /></a> How'd she do? She actually looked like Darth Vader had her trapped down in dungeon and was beating her regularly, but she was proud of herself so I didn't worry about it. (Amazing, I know)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kDJpF5PI/AAAAAAAACvY/z8LjPzHliuY/s1600/SAM_0629.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682103608108274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kDJpF5PI/AAAAAAAACvY/z8LjPzHliuY/s320/SAM_0629.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCyTs2CI/AAAAAAAACvQ/ZvPnflrllPE/s1600/SAM_0630.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682097344370722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCyTs2CI/AAAAAAAACvQ/ZvPnflrllPE/s320/SAM_0630.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCvoSiVI/AAAAAAAACvI/2TUqU250BqM/s1600/SAM_0632.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682096625420626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCvoSiVI/AAAAAAAACvI/2TUqU250BqM/s320/SAM_0632.JPG" /></a> Caroline kept her hair on the whole time and everyone thought they looked so cute together. One man told me I made his night by having them dressed up as Star Wars chracters, and I told him that he made mine by knowing who Caroline was supposed to be!</div><div> </div><div><br /><br />Caroline was defintitely a hit. She came home with twice as much and better candy than Jackson. But, Jackson was adorable, too and every time he had on his Darth Vader mask, he even breathed loudly right along with it.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCV0ymTI/AAAAAAAACvA/rbQS7n0wCD0/s1600/SAM_0637.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682089698531634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCV0ymTI/AAAAAAAACvA/rbQS7n0wCD0/s320/SAM_0637.JPG" /></a><br />By the end of the night, Caroline was pooped and fell asleep with her Uncle Dabid. They love each other :)</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCKEDRgI/AAAAAAAACu4/4speykwYvsw/s1600/SAM_0640.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534682086541313538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM8kCKEDRgI/AAAAAAAACu4/4speykwYvsw/s320/SAM_0640.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-37400467392817843012010-11-01T11:29:00.001-04:002010-11-01T11:34:15.309-04:00i {heart} fall<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d1zM10eI/AAAAAAAACuw/3GvsbJrzgL0/s1600/SAM_0539.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534604908431790562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d1zM10eI/AAAAAAAACuw/3GvsbJrzgL0/s320/SAM_0539.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d1TER_pI/AAAAAAAACuo/D543hNn861M/s1600/SAM_0540.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534604899805953682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d1TER_pI/AAAAAAAACuo/D543hNn861M/s320/SAM_0540.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d06xX_gI/AAAAAAAACug/LW0CfonqOfk/s1600/SAM_0542.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534604893284204034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d06xX_gI/AAAAAAAACug/LW0CfonqOfk/s320/SAM_0542.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d0s7yPlI/AAAAAAAACuY/i-pQs2rwn-I/s1600/SAM_0547.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534604889569771090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d0s7yPlI/AAAAAAAACuY/i-pQs2rwn-I/s320/SAM_0547.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d0bZ3juI/AAAAAAAACuQ/ksvy3dNBQIY/s1600/SAM_0556.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534604884864110306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7d0bZ3juI/AAAAAAAACuQ/ksvy3dNBQIY/s320/SAM_0556.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-73495150976346782102010-11-01T11:16:00.002-04:002010-11-01T11:29:05.596-04:00My Big Lady!<div align="center">About a month ago I decided to potty-train Caroline. She has always shown alot of interest in the potty so I figured it as good a time as any... or not.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />For a week, she never went to the bathroom on the toilet a single time... wouldn't even realize that she had used the bathroom. So, I put the diaper back on her and figured she wasn't ready. <br /><br />About a week and a half later I am in school one night and I get a text from Cameron that said, "Guess who just pooped in the potty?!?!?" She had gone in without telling him, went to the bathroom and then walked him to the bathroom to show him what she had done. What kid do you know that poops in the potty before they ever pee in the potty. That was all it took and she has been a rock star ever since.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7alOgUqiI/AAAAAAAACuI/vY0DCaAKt28/s1600/SAM_0523.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534601325168601634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7alOgUqiI/AAAAAAAACuI/vY0DCaAKt28/s320/SAM_0523.JPG" /></a> This was taken after the first few days. She loves to put stickers on her chart!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7ak_adm3I/AAAAAAAACuA/LLg0PTR3_D4/s1600/SAM_0527.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534601321117490034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7ak_adm3I/AAAAAAAACuA/LLg0PTR3_D4/s320/SAM_0527.JPG" /></a> She's so little that she likes to sit backwards. So cute :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7akun7lqI/AAAAAAAACt4/mtD_c74ondM/s1600/SAM_0530.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534601316610578082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7akun7lqI/AAAAAAAACt4/mtD_c74ondM/s320/SAM_0530.JPG" /></a> Here's my teenie girl in her big girl panties!</div><div> </div><div><br /><br />Of course, she's still naughty. Atleast she loves peanut butter... enough to eat it straight out of the jar. Gotta love her!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7akehPyQI/AAAAAAAACtw/hkowCDEFD7o/s1600/SAM_0524.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534601312287574274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM7akehPyQI/AAAAAAAACtw/hkowCDEFD7o/s320/SAM_0524.JPG" /></a> </div></div><br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-57930610374226692592010-10-31T17:34:00.005-04:002010-10-31T17:53:41.624-04:00CAKES!<div align="center">I have really been so excited to be getting some good business for my cakes. It is alot of fun, and I'm betting my name out there!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3ihgSnH7I/AAAAAAAACtg/9hDEZivJf5U/s1600/SAM_0460.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534328582339764146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3ihgSnH7I/AAAAAAAACtg/9hDEZivJf5U/s320/SAM_0460.JPG" /></a> Hello Kitty for a birthday party. White cake with vanilla buttercream.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3ihRU_jZI/AAAAAAAACtY/I8aN0d1wG5U/s1600/SAM_0470.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534328578323221906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3ihRU_jZI/AAAAAAAACtY/I8aN0d1wG5U/s320/SAM_0470.JPG" /></a>I made these cupcakes for school. The pink one is french vanilla cake with vanilla buttercream. There was dark chocolate cake with chocolate mousse filling and chocolate buttercream frosting. And, red velvet cake with whipped cream cheese frosting and pecans. They were a big hit!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-_WlG9I/AAAAAAAACtQ/Y1MSDJ0d-Ws/s1600/SAM_0562.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534327989382486994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-_WlG9I/AAAAAAAACtQ/Y1MSDJ0d-Ws/s320/SAM_0562.JPG" /></a> Amy asked me to do an Atlanta Bravves cake for Ryan's birthday. It was layers of french vanilla and chocolate cake with chocolate mousse and vanilla buttercream.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-haGPfI/AAAAAAAACtI/VIvprTIQzfs/s1600/101030_132327%5B1%5D.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534327981344177650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-haGPfI/AAAAAAAACtI/VIvprTIQzfs/s320/101030_132327%5B1%5D.jpeg" /></a> My friend, April got married yesterday and wanted just plain poundcake with buttercream frosting. Her husband MIke wanted a the cake to have strawberries on it. This is what I came up with. I hate that the piccture is so bad, but because I'm a genius I forgot to bring my camera. This was taken with my phone in the practically un-lit room where the reception was.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br />In case you ever wondered, this is what happens to my house when I'm in the kitchen making a cake...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-TgJjSI/AAAAAAAACtA/5fVogkXdSYk/s1600/SAM_0569.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534327977611463970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-TgJjSI/AAAAAAAACtA/5fVogkXdSYk/s320/SAM_0569.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /><br />Our ward trunk or treat was Friday night...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-Svg2DI/AAAAAAAACs4/vEAwzyZjvT4/s1600/SAM_0572.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534327977407469618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-Svg2DI/AAAAAAAACs4/vEAwzyZjvT4/s320/SAM_0572.JPG" /></a> these "candy corn" cupcakes were my contribution. But guess what else???<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-AMeQRI/AAAAAAAACsw/P-ksFayuHjY/s1600/SAM_0622.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534327972428661010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TM3h-AMeQRI/AAAAAAAACsw/P-ksFayuHjY/s320/SAM_0622.JPG" /></a> I won the chili cook-off! I won "best white chili" but then I also won "best chili" overall! Yay for me!!!</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793653527434383009.post-21148463677465871212010-10-11T14:48:00.003-04:002010-10-11T15:26:56.273-04:006th Annual Walk to Remember<div align="center">"We walk for the steps they will never take"<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I participated again this year with Amy in the " A Walk to Remember" and Time of Remembrance put on by the Heartstrings organization. Again, it was a wonderful experience. I am always moved to tears at Amy's strength... she is a wonder to me. I am so grateful for her presence in my life. I am proud to call her my friend, and even more proud to share the title of 'Mother' with her.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdR4umnEI/AAAAAAAACso/jAkSYygw3sg/s1600/SAM_0447.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863729580743746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdR4umnEI/AAAAAAAACso/jAkSYygw3sg/s320/SAM_0447.JPG" /></a> Amy, April, Sharon and Kasey, Charlotte and me</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdRdpqzaI/AAAAAAAACsg/N0xO04D1jNw/s1600/SAM_0448.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863722312289698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdRdpqzaI/AAAAAAAACsg/N0xO04D1jNw/s320/SAM_0448.JPG" /></a> me and my best girl!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdQ0W8uRI/AAAAAAAACsY/6tTM1gftKC0/s1600/SAM_0446.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863711227918610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdQ0W8uRI/AAAAAAAACsY/6tTM1gftKC0/s320/SAM_0446.JPG" /></a> This year they made butterflies for each baby and during the reading of the baby names, the parents clipped these butterlfies to the tree. It was really beautiful.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdQXGVYBI/AAAAAAAACsQ/VcyFS-aWgns/s1600/67057_438899007252_522627252_5260209_7372002_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863703373602834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdQXGVYBI/AAAAAAAACsQ/VcyFS-aWgns/s320/67057_438899007252_522627252_5260209_7372002_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> My friend, Brad, snapped this picture of Amy and me during the butterfly ceremony. I love her!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdQMqgXtI/AAAAAAAACsI/TxXSZ5ozvL4/s1600/SAM_0450.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863700572528338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNdQMqgXtI/AAAAAAAACsI/TxXSZ5ozvL4/s320/SAM_0450.JPG" /></a> Emma Grace McKinney<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcrfzXWkI/AAAAAAAACsA/GYucb_likQ8/s1600/SAM_0451.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863070054799938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcrfzXWkI/AAAAAAAACsA/GYucb_likQ8/s320/SAM_0451.JPG" /></a> Joshua Ryan McKinney<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcqPQnQDI/AAAAAAAACr4/KQEH0bTyJ28/s1600/SAM_0455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863048434204722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcqPQnQDI/AAAAAAAACr4/KQEH0bTyJ28/s320/SAM_0455.JPG" /></a> It breaks my heart that I have so many friends that have been lost their babies. An old and dear friend of mine lost her son, Will earlier this year as well. This was his butterfly.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcpj6K23I/AAAAAAAACrw/yUHLCn2MSSM/s1600/SAM_0456.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863036797344626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcpj6K23I/AAAAAAAACrw/yUHLCn2MSSM/s320/SAM_0456.JPG" /></a> This is my friend, Royale's, memory candle for her son, Dallin<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcn8Nd6AI/AAAAAAAACro/Qnr5Mpz1Xb4/s1600/SAM_0457.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863008960997378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcn8Nd6AI/AAAAAAAACro/Qnr5Mpz1Xb4/s320/SAM_0457.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcnYeMgxI/AAAAAAAACrg/6k2x7f38MzM/s1600/SAM_0458.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526862999367484178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_go2wuDgQa7Q/TLNcnYeMgxI/AAAAAAAACrg/6k2x7f38MzM/s320/SAM_0458.JPG" /></a><br /><br />"We Remember Them" - Rabbi Sylvan Kamens</div><div> </div><div><br /><br />At the rising of the sun and at its going down,</div><div>We remember them.</div><div>At the blowing of the wind and the chill of the Winter,</div><div>We remember them.</div><div>At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of Spring,</div><div>We remember them.</div><div>At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of Autumn,</div><div>We remember them.</div><div>At the beginning of the year and when it ends,</div><div>We remember them.</div><div>As long as we live, they too will live,</div><div>For they are now apart of us as we remember them.</div><div>When lost and sick at heart,</div><div>We remember them.</div><div>When we have joy we crave to share,</div><div>We remember them.</div><div>As long as we live they too will live,</div><div>For they are now apart of us as we remember them.<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Howard Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14657006894751290779noreply@blogger.com0