<?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-254388245427858417</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:13:40.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebring Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-8757942769560275014</id><published>2009-05-24T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T06:57:11.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Back in the days when I worked full time in an office, I didn't really know what full time meant.  I can recall specific moments when I would glance at the clock and sincerely believe that it hadn't moved since I had arrived earlier that morning.  Gone are those days.  My clock seems to move faster now than it ever has, and I'm often left wondering what I can possibly do to slow it down.  Every time that a weekend arrives, I'm awakened with surprise that we have completed yet another week, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.  I remember working in jobs that at times I hated so much that I would absolutely dread Mondays and count down the time until I could enjoy another weekend.  Gone are those days, too.  Now that I have a new definition of full time, and perhaps an ongoing new perspective on life, I look forward to every day.  I was talking to a good friend the other day about how children change your world.  These two girls sure have changed mine.  It's lately felt a lot like non-stop work, which is much more than full time has ever been in my book.  Work to discipline correctly, to hold back my own temper, to find time to play, to be okay with not accomplishing nearly as much as I'd like to, and to spend time demonstrating love.  We all know what they say about payback, and Lord knows I was not always a joy to discipline growing up either.  Guess it's my turn now to learn some much needed patience and balance.  It's felt good to let go at times and relax, too.  And it's okay to take a break and give myself some time for me. My natural instinct is that I tend to seek out productivity, and I've always done this...thinking if I accomplish more, I am more.  However, I know deep down, and I'm continuing to learn each day, that doing more is not really best.  If I am true to myself, and I love people the best way I know how &lt;em&gt;(not even glancing at the clock)...&lt;/em&gt;just LOVE, I am and I'm becoming much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-8757942769560275014?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8757942769560275014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=8757942769560275014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/8757942769560275014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/8757942769560275014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-3419744910388461882</id><published>2009-04-09T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:44:16.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we were able to spend some fun time with Gigi and Papa at their cabin in Helen! Although I don't have a lot of time, I thought it'd be fun to post some of the pics while I had a moment to myself. (moment to myself = doesn't happen often.) :) Enjoy! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oRFizGGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/b5In8Pwo_uc/s1600-h/DSC02650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322806452353701986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oRFizGGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/b5In8Pwo_uc/s320/DSC02650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oRxD9JoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6BCWpz65qvU/s1600-h/DSC02668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322806464035497602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oRxD9JoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6BCWpz65qvU/s320/DSC02668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oR74aQCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/n6R7pOXfHT8/s1600-h/DSC02661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322806466939863074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oR74aQCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/n6R7pOXfHT8/s320/DSC02661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oSHTeFUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/P9isqDZATi4/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322806470006150466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oSHTeFUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/P9isqDZATi4/s320/DSC02675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oRhl5FrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ru9o7nj1_o8/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322806459882870450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oRhl5FrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ru9o7nj1_o8/s320/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5sAR-tSBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FBtn5zpKXMk/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322810561680721938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5sAR-tSBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FBtn5zpKXMk/s320/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5sAKt08sI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Aioxj3oBOiU/s1600-h/DSC02741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322810559730873026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5sAKt08sI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Aioxj3oBOiU/s320/DSC02741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-3419744910388461882?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3419744910388461882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=3419744910388461882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3419744910388461882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3419744910388461882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-fun.html' title='Spring Fun!'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/Sd5oRFizGGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/b5In8Pwo_uc/s72-c/DSC02650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-8142602555144229497</id><published>2009-01-26T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:25:02.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog...what blog?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am jumping from Thanksgiving, over Christmas, over New Years, and landing somewhere at the end of January. Wow, I'm really doing a great job of keeping up with this thing. (Remember, I never promised I'd be able to stay with it!) Priorities, people!! :) So in the middle of a crazy day with a sick baby and policies to write, bills to pay, and a house to clean, my dear mom has taken Katelyn for a sleep-over, and here I am blogging. (I know she'll be proud of the way I'm spending my free time.) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some highlights from the past couple of months would include a visit to and from Santa, some fun rides on the Pink Pig, a little girl with a precious, lit-up face on Christmas morning, cookie making, lots of spotting Christmas lights (exclaiming "Fistmas Lights!" every time we see some!) Addison has learned to roll over and is eating cereal like a champ. She's the most smiley baby I've ever seen; I love her giggles and how she spits bubbles out at me and sucks on her big toe. She's fun and is learning new things each day it seems.  Katelyn watched ice skating on TV for a moment and immediately she ran to put on a swimsuit and begin her own version of "skating" - running through the house, twisting and turning and falling down, putting on quite a show for us to watch and laugh at. She's getting so big and she conquered potty training this month, too. What a big girl now...who I swear the other day was just my little baby. We rearranged our family room so we cuddle on the couch more, make more fires, and sit under an electric throw and stay very cozy and warm! One of my favorite things she says is "You wanna lay down ME?" Love that snuggly time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics from the past couple of months. Will try to keep up with this more, you know, in all my spare time. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX4sLJ4myiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fuMfEiuso5U/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295718781977807394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX4sLJ4myiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fuMfEiuso5U/s320/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX4sL2bKO5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/WqVEfFw0_4A/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295718793933896594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX4sL2bKO5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/WqVEfFw0_4A/s320/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX4sLpmJwjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zfSAqEm_kw8/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295718790490341938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX4sLpmJwjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zfSAqEm_kw8/s320/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX5FHWccNsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qkw4X3EB848/s1600-h/DSC02381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295746204420552386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX5FHWccNsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qkw4X3EB848/s320/DSC02381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX45rW7IB9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qe3j7cjSJj8/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295733628885010386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX45rW7IB9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qe3j7cjSJj8/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX5EnWB9jvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zHP1c4HfUwA/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295745654553677554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX5EnWB9jvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zHP1c4HfUwA/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-8142602555144229497?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8142602555144229497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=8142602555144229497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/8142602555144229497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/8142602555144229497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogwhat-blog.html' title='Blog...what blog?!'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SX4sLJ4myiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fuMfEiuso5U/s72-c/DSC01394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-5044149990675912877</id><published>2008-12-02T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:39:00.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikin' Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV_Wt74KYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/As7TdiVPrvc/s1600-h/DSC02237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275262566798993794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV_Wt74KYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/As7TdiVPrvc/s320/DSC02237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet girl who "doesn't ike it pictures" has turned a new leaf and is comin' around! The day before we left for our trip, she dressed herself up and said "Mama, take MY picture?" These are her dress up clothes from her Aunt Tina (aka TJ)...what a little diva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV_XME4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-od4l_IkFM0/s1600-h/DSC02244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV3Nb_nMhI/AAAAAAAAATk/DxJhOt9ZfHs/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275253611270976018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV3Nb_nMhI/AAAAAAAAATk/DxJhOt9ZfHs/s320/DSC02239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This face below is her &lt;em&gt;"smile at the camera"&lt;/em&gt; face...although it doesn't really look like a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV_Xg9-ovI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-ll9iM6j8aw/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275262580498014962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV_Xg9-ovI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-ll9iM6j8aw/s320/DSC02250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then by dinner time, she had put on the tierra &amp;amp; necklace and was ready for more pictures. I am still amazed that she is suddenly lovin' the camera. All this time...who knew?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV3NxalDYI/AAAAAAAAATs/-vGdkvgTRjg/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275253617021226370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV3NxalDYI/AAAAAAAAATs/-vGdkvgTRjg/s320/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-5044149990675912877?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5044149990675912877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=5044149990675912877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/5044149990675912877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/5044149990675912877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/ikin-pictures.html' title='Ikin&apos; Pictures'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV_Wt74KYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/As7TdiVPrvc/s72-c/DSC02237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-7228761481690625536</id><published>2008-12-01T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:48:43.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the River and Through the Woods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV0nL_M0WI/AAAAAAAAATc/LCz3NIBLUDY/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275250755115995490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV0nL_M0WI/AAAAAAAAATc/LCz3NIBLUDY/s320/DSC01125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is with great pride that I announce the survival of our first 9 day road trip as a family of four. People, this is not just any roadtrip...but a 2-day-each-way-13-hours-there-and-back-road-trip. And not just any family of four...but a 2-month-old-nursing-baby-sister-to-a-2-year-old-testing-2-overly-exhausted-parents-family-of-four! Can you imagine the fun? Really, for the long hours in the car, the girls impressed us with their patience and minimal meltdowns. I am a true believer that splitting the drive into two days is not only necessary for the children but for the parents as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my greatest memories through the years are at my Grandma's house. It is one of my favorite places in the world. This is probably the reason I was so excited to take my girls there. Just maybe during their childhood years they will get to have a bit of the fun that I did there. Some things I love about Grandma's house: I love the smell when you walk in the garage door. If my eyes were closed, and I smelled that smell, I would know without a doubt where I was. It's a crisp clean smell and it's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Grandma's house smell. You can also tell that the air smells different even as you are driving into her little town. Not sure how to explain this, especially when the windows are rolled up and you are driving in the dark cold...but I swear at some point close to Grandma's house, you can smell the difference in the air. Another favorite thing is that when you sleep in her house, no matter which bed, the sheets are so cold yet somehow you are warm. Yet another tough one to explain, but once you've warmed up the part of the bed you are lying on, you can move your feet to the corners, and feel the cold on the sheets where you have not been. That's about the best way I can describe it. &lt;em&gt;(I cannot recreate this at home, no matter how hard I try.)&lt;/em&gt; The sandwiches also tastes different at Grandma's. I always try to figure out what makes them different, but in all these years I am still not sure. It might be the cheese that is made locally, or the kind of bread she buys, or the miracle whip...I just don't know. &lt;em&gt;(Yet another thing that despite all of my efforts, I cannot recreate at home!)&lt;/em&gt; The chips and dip taste different there, too. Even if you buy the same brand, I guarantee it won't taste as good as it does at Grandma's. Another thing I love is that Grandma always has tupperware containers stacked up on her counters of everyone's favorite cookies. And there has never been a time that I have been there that she does not have Golden Grahams for me. It doesn't matter if I'm 6, 16, or 26, she knows how much a treat that was for me as a child, and so the tradition lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVk0_yem6I/AAAAAAAAASk/LeaLxbQ2VLk/s1600-h/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233400173534114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVk0_yem6I/AAAAAAAAASk/LeaLxbQ2VLk/s320/DSC01327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If my sweet girls at 2 yrs and 2 months of age could remember this trip, I know they'd have some good memories too. Katelyn would remember the hotel and going to get ice and "just lookin' at the pool" the first night with Gigi, she'd remember the door that connected our room to theirs, and how she loved to play "Hello...goodbye" and go from room to room. She'd rememer the fun at the "Fimmin' pool" with her "Boey" &lt;em&gt;(floatie) &lt;/em&gt;and that everyone went fimmin' with her. She'd remember the snow at Grandma's and how sweet Daddy was to take her out to play several times a day...not to mention the snowman we made and how she ate the carrot right off his face, one bite at a time! She'd also remember the great food and all of her fun cousins she met and buddy'd up with. Addison's memories at 2 months old might not be near as exciting as Katelyn's, but she'll be there soon I know. She was such a good baby and everyone loved meeting her and holding her. She smiles and makes adorable faces and sweet baby noises. She loves to sit up so she can look at everything and take it all in. What 2 precious girls I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVk0Xh4qmI/AAAAAAAAASc/QcDq8H3v8S8/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233389366520418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVk0Xh4qmI/AAAAAAAAASc/QcDq8H3v8S8/s320/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVowS2gt3I/AAAAAAAAASs/A6cF7YX7mw8/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237717437888370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVowS2gt3I/AAAAAAAAASs/A6cF7YX7mw8/s320/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this trip has good memories for all of us. My favorite thing this time happens to be acting like a 10 year old with my cousin Hollie. No one makes me act as silly as she does. I swear, we revert right back to childhood when we are at Grandma's together. There's just nothing like it and no words to describe it. I also love that a road trip is an adventure in the eyes of a child, as it should be for all of us. I love to look at things with the enthusiasm of a toddler and see and hear Katelyn's expression when we spot Christmas lights, or McDonalds, or snow, or a pool. To have no other cares in the world and to enjoy such simple things like Golden Grahams and a snowman's nose...what a fun way to live each day...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVow5ShRQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kv-jN4uYAa0/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237727755912450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVow5ShRQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kv-jN4uYAa0/s320/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVzqKF8TcI/AAAAAAAAATU/Szy8t4Mo5iM/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275249706635382210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STVzqKF8TcI/AAAAAAAAATU/Szy8t4Mo5iM/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-7228761481690625536?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7228761481690625536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=7228761481690625536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7228761481690625536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7228761481690625536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-river-and-through-woodspictures-to.html' title='Over the River and Through the Woods...'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/STV0nL_M0WI/AAAAAAAAATc/LCz3NIBLUDY/s72-c/DSC01125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-4809603265091948554</id><published>2008-11-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:01:13.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't ike it pictures!"</title><content type='html'>Perhaps it's because her first year was documented in a scrapbook, or because I so desperately want a photo of my two girls together, or because Gigi does too...but whatever the reason, our sweet Katelyn has decided "I don't ike it pictures!" She screams this phrase every time a camera is pulled out. &lt;em&gt;(This is usually followed by either 1- running away or 2- a full-blown-throw-yourself-on-the floor tantrum)&lt;/em&gt; Don't believe me? Here is my proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnmXpZrQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/j4fAlV482M0/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264892242020642050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnmXpZrQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/j4fAlV482M0/s320/DSC02117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnm-V5M2I/AAAAAAAAASM/LPVsL-tV2Ao/s1600-h/DSC02128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264892252407804770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnm-V5M2I/AAAAAAAAASM/LPVsL-tV2Ao/s320/DSC02128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCpiF7FvrI/AAAAAAAAASU/2vxs9ugucTM/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264894367566773938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCpiF7FvrI/AAAAAAAAASU/2vxs9ugucTM/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnljbCM2I/AAAAAAAAARs/24wq9SrQ_vA/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264892228001739618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnljbCM2I/AAAAAAAAARs/24wq9SrQ_vA/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnl7tZQ6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/mYh8vawj6Vg/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264892234521199522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnl7tZQ6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/mYh8vawj6Vg/s320/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnm447r_I/AAAAAAAAASE/Gfezv-kPzkU/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264892250944155634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnm447r_I/AAAAAAAAASE/Gfezv-kPzkU/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-4809603265091948554?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4809603265091948554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=4809603265091948554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/4809603265091948554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/4809603265091948554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-ike-it-pictures.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t ike it pictures!&quot;'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SRCnmXpZrQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/j4fAlV482M0/s72-c/DSC02117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-1047706465083005541</id><published>2008-10-26T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:23:51.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>So, where has the time gone? Was I really here for September and October!? I am starting to believe that with each child you add to the family, time must fly by with at least double the speed that it did before. &lt;em&gt;(This is my reason/excuse for not blogging more.)&lt;/em&gt; I have honestly attempted to put up some pictures up on several occasions, and as soon as I sit down, log on, and begin to type...the strangest thing happens. Either someone cries, or someone hangs on the office door, or someone crawls up in my lap and asks to watch "Round and Round" &lt;em&gt;(Wheels on the bus = favorite song around here.)&lt;/em&gt; My time in the office as I once knew it has come to a screeching halt. This week, my wonderful mom has taken Katelyn for a couple of days so I have been given a much needed and appreciated break. So, in the midst of my chores, errands, and long list of "to do" items...I've decided to take another break and blog. &lt;em&gt;(Figured after tomorrow my chances of doing this are once again slim to none.) :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we had a fun fall day at Washington Farms over in Watkinsville. There were lots of things for the kids to do, and they had a blast. Katelyn is quite obsessed with her cousin, Joshua, so really I think spending time with him was the true highlight of her day. If she could not see him at any given time, the question immediately would be asked "Where's Oshua?" Since then, each time she sees Gigi, she asks again "Goin' to Oshua's house?" Too cute. Here are some pictures from the "corn box" - their favorite part of the day by far. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfev8LcmEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSZ8OJL_7_4/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419604795070530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfev8LcmEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSZ8OJL_7_4/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfexYCmPzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CLPSj5FLUsQ/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419629454016306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfexYCmPzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CLPSj5FLUsQ/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfexJPRZiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7zPh66p6K6M/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419625480644130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfexJPRZiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7zPh66p6K6M/s320/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfex_0u6AI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Lps5Pv9nz9A/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419640133281794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfex_0u6AI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Lps5Pv9nz9A/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfkW-efdbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RxawIwtQAlk/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262425772984858034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfkW-efdbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RxawIwtQAlk/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison is such a good baby and she was content sleeping most of the day away. &lt;em&gt;(We are counting on her to be as good of a sleeper as her sister and her Mama!)&lt;/em&gt; She finally woke up towards the end of our time there, so I was able to get a picture of her cuddled up in her cute blanket. At one point my brother said to me, "Are you serious - is she always like this?!" And it was then that I had to admit just how spoiled I am with such a sweet, sweet baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfewhBD5sI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QG-6hK9BSOU/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419614683621058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfewhBD5sI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QG-6hK9BSOU/s320/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I look over all of the other pictures we took, I could post another 50 good ones and make this blog way longer than it should be. I'll sign off w/ this one of the whole gang...can't believe we actually got all 11 of us in a picture and no one is throwing a tantrum. (&lt;em&gt;That, my friends, is amazing!&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfiz4I0F9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/a4kxjF3ft7c/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262424070476273618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfiz4I0F9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/a4kxjF3ft7c/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-1047706465083005541?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1047706465083005541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=1047706465083005541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/1047706465083005541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/1047706465083005541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SQfev8LcmEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSZ8OJL_7_4/s72-c/DSC00596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-7580661859477197192</id><published>2008-10-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:39:14.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me...I'm one month old!</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of supporting the second children who somehow don't seem to get near as many pictures taken as the first, here are Addison's 1 month pictures. (We'll see if I can keep this up...this is &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; harder to do the second time around, I know this already...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this baby?!  Sooooooo cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjWMrdcyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C55v44Lnk8k/s1600-h/Addie_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950735641506594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjWMrdcyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C55v44Lnk8k/s320/Addie_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjVWgsTSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vkMl6RIEuho/s1600-h/Addie_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjWg2iwWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vIaDH5-fapw/s1600-h/Holdhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjWSePp_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/w5vkSgBhrbA/s1600-h/Addie_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950737196689394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjWSePp_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/w5vkSgBhrbA/s320/Addie_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjVi0K4rI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mVamaSKWlks/s1600-h/Addie_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950724403749554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjVi0K4rI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mVamaSKWlks/s320/Addie_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjpNSUrNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OeWCar387o4/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-7580661859477197192?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7580661859477197192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=7580661859477197192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7580661859477197192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7580661859477197192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-meim-one-month-old.html' title='Look at me...I&apos;m one month old!'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SPDjWMrdcyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C55v44Lnk8k/s72-c/Addie_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-3195921128235432807</id><published>2008-09-28T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:03:46.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some of my favorite pictures since we've been home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My feed her!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-_LOQKlYI/AAAAAAAAANE/U9hBDe2G2QY/s1600-h/DSC04897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251125890062652802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-_LOQKlYI/AAAAAAAAANE/U9hBDe2G2QY/s320/DSC04897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the park...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-_LhN6StI/AAAAAAAAANc/h-YL8X7y0GI/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251125895153470162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-_LhN6StI/AAAAAAAAANc/h-YL8X7y0GI/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251126797185217202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN_AABjCcrI/AAAAAAAAANs/_2ulDV6O6Lk/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-_L3ZuxvI/AAAAAAAAANk/YAT44loD6Go/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251125901108627186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-_L3ZuxvI/AAAAAAAAANk/YAT44loD6Go/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251127665607375586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN_AykrA-uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UEJgfXdJQME/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around the house...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123800052224946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-9RkW2U7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/9I3hRwQwslY/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123809499966274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-9SHjXa0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/G-vapCLR_No/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123810973537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-9SNCsVVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/o1E3Lrp9fmg/s320/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-9Se7YwOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/adwiq7s857o/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123815774732514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-9Se7YwOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/adwiq7s857o/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-3195921128235432807?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3195921128235432807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=3195921128235432807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3195921128235432807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3195921128235432807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-are-some-of-my-favorite-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SN-_LOQKlYI/AAAAAAAAANE/U9hBDe2G2QY/s72-c/DSC04897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-3626795185066219447</id><published>2008-09-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:22:18.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's here!  (And has been...it's Mama who has not!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNVjxrCRq-I/AAAAAAAAAME/mb4KosDWQ0o/s1600-h/224_addisonsebring0001_amh_4874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248210645787192290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNVjxrCRq-I/AAAAAAAAAME/mb4KosDWQ0o/s320/224_addisonsebring0001_amh_4874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I look over the blogs and pictures of my friends who also had babies the same day that I did &lt;em&gt;(over a week ago!)&lt;/em&gt;, I realize how out of it I must be to ignore this lovely blog for an entire week. This blog would fall under the same category as "I really don't care" - kinda like when my mom asked me how I want my towels folded or if it matters that Katelyn's pajamas don't match. &lt;em&gt;"I really don't care"&lt;/em&gt; - and for those of you who know me well, you know that I usually &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; care about such silly details. I have to say that not only with towels and pajamas, but also in many other ways, my 2 little children have already made me relax about things that don't matter anyway, and focus on what really does. I am extremely grateful to have 2 beautiful, healthy girls and to have a husband who cares about and loves this family just as much as I do. He has spent loads of time with Katelyn over the past week, and I know that her sweet attitude towards Addison is a direct reflection of the reassurance and love she's been getting from her wonderful Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248209140909685874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNViaE7hPHI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZXAq4nKlj78/s320/224_addisonsebring0016_amh_5043.jpg" /&gt; As far as Addison's delivery goes, I am now a believer that somehow in our "motherly love" brains, we erase the rough parts of our first delivery and recovery, so that we will go on and do it again. It's that common phrase of "It's all worth it in the end" &lt;em&gt;(which of course I agree with)&lt;/em&gt; that allows us to keep on going and subject ourselves to such pain over and over. I must add that as I sit here and type this, I'm looking at my squirmy little bundle of joy and I can assure you that I'd go through it all again in a heartbeat to have her here with me. She is nothing but a gift and a joy to us. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248210320015107154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNVjetcKJFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MSmhdD4780k/s320/224_addisonsebring0010_amh_4968.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the day of our scheduled c-section, we arrived at the hospital at 12:40, you know, to be a few minutes ahead of our 1:00 appointment time. We were immediately sent to a room and ran into our doctor in the hallway who said, "Let's get this party started!" - and that is when we learned that there was an opening in the OR and we were going to jump in line. As 3 nurses quickly prepped me for surgery, I suddenly felt like I was on a fast train as I watched them rush around and prepare me faster than I ever thought possible. As we entered the OR within just a few minutes, the nurse said to me, "Well, I think that was a record!" - which somehow was not helpful in easing my anxiety at the time. I'll spare the details, but the worst part of the surgery was the numerous epidural attempts and the lovely anesthesiologist - with a horrible attitude - that we all had to endure for too long. After 3 epidurals, and several different injection sites with horrific poking and prodding, I was told to choose either a spinal or general anesthesia. The last thing I wanted was to be asleep for the birth of my daughter, so I opted for the spinal, hardly remembering what that even meant. Once I lost it on this doctor &lt;em&gt;(nice, I know...)&lt;/em&gt; and the drugs finally took, Kevin was finally allowed to come in and sit by my side. The clock seemed to slow down drastically, and it was another 40 minutes before Addison entered the world. At 2:12, I heard the best sound on earth - my second little girl was here and she was screaming her tiny little head off. When Katelyn was born, she was not breathing and definitely not screaming, so this scream meant even more to us and it was nothing but a precious, precious moment. Addison Grace weighed in at 7 lbs, 7 oz, and is 20 1/2 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248209966314193810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNVjKHzSg5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/d-SPlWLIC_0/s320/DSC04405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248211726845318034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNVkwmSnk5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/9i079kttPOU/s320/DSC04407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have since been adjusting as a family of four, which feels surreal at times, yet perfect. I have been trying to take my time with recovery, as I have had intense pain in my spine and lying down feels the best to me. I am cherishing this time that we are all home together and am so thankful that Kevin has the ability to take off work so he can help me get back on my feet. My mom has also been my on-call nurse, and we all know that no one can take care of you like your mom does. I am so thankful for her and all that she's done for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248209553213465586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNViyE4Zo_I/AAAAAAAAALs/HFVvsZEdbUM/s320/224_addisonsebring0015a_amh_5020.jpg" /&gt;Most of the pictures posted here were taken by our good friend Nathan. For a few more pics, go to &lt;a href="http://www.holritzphotography.com/"&gt;http://www.holritzphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt; and scroll down to the "Baby Addison" post. Once I graduate from the laptop in my bed to our desktop in the office, I'll post some more that we've taken since we've been home. Wow, this is a much longer post than I meant to write...time for another feeding...and diaper changes...and sweet baby noises and loads of lovin' and kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248211731535614914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNVkw3w308I/AAAAAAAAAMU/225NL8XR6MY/s320/224_addisonsebring0003_amh_4884.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-3626795185066219447?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3626795185066219447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=3626795185066219447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3626795185066219447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3626795185066219447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-here-and-has-beenits-mama-who-has.html' title='She&apos;s here!  (And has been...it&apos;s Mama who has not!)'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SNVjxrCRq-I/AAAAAAAAAME/mb4KosDWQ0o/s72-c/224_addisonsebring0001_amh_4874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-1473852384267415090</id><published>2008-09-10T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:45:31.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby on the way...No waaaay!</title><content type='html'>Today we are scheduled for Addison's arrival at 2:30 pm by c-section!  Never did I think it would feel so &lt;em&gt;planned out&lt;/em&gt; even though I really knew it would be.  There's none of this rushing into the labor and delivery unit with contractions minutes apart, wondering if today is the day.  We have it scheduled, you know, as if I'm having surgery to have my appendix removed!  Top that off with the fact that 3 of my friends are also having babies on this same day, and it suddenly feels more and more surreal to me.   How often do you really know someone else that is delivering on the same day you are, much less 3?   How odd.   Anyway, when Katelyn woke up today, we told her "Guess what?!  Baby Addison is coming today!"  Her response: "No Waaaay!"  We have been telling her to expect this for quite a while, and in a toddler's mind, a day is the same as a year, so I'm sure at this point she has no faith in us whatsoever.  We then said, "Well don't you want to meet her?"  She replied with a quick "Nope!" and ran down the hall.  Nice.  I'm sure they will be close friends forever, you know, that sister-kind-of-love that can't be explained.  Can't wait to see how this turns out.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet husband is currently cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast...smelling up the house with a wonderful aroma that makes me actually want to strangle him, since I can't eat one bit of food until after surgery.  &lt;em&gt;(Really though, I am thankful that he is such a great Dad and is taking care of Katelyn so I can walk around the house being nervous and packing unnecessary items for the hospital!) &lt;/em&gt; I had my last snack before midnight last night, &lt;em&gt;(which he also made for me)&lt;/em&gt; but now I'm technically in starvation mode.  Let me just mention that I don't do mornings, and I definitely don't do mornings without coffee or some type of food in my stomach.  I am a different person before and after I eat, no matter what time of day...and that is nothing but the truth.  What a tragic thing to do to a pregnant woman.  Schedule her surgery at 2:30 in the afternoon and then starve her the entire day before.  Kevin got a great roll of my eyes yesterday when the nurse told him in pre-op, "You know, you really need to eat tomorrow...we don't want you to feel sick while watching the surgery."  I was thinking, "Oh yes, that's nice...please, by all means, let's make sure he's okay and meanwhile I'll be starving and begging for crumbs (or even a sip of water) while you cut my body open...not a problem at all."  I think Moms all around the world should receive more than one Mother's Day a year, you know, just for what we go through to bring people into this world.  It should at least be monthly or better yet, weekly...don't you think!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Kev will post pictures as soon as the chaos settles down...thanks for your prayers today!  More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-1473852384267415090?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1473852384267415090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=1473852384267415090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/1473852384267415090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/1473852384267415090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-on-wayno-waaaay.html' title='Baby on the way...No waaaay!'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-2343228300179227297</id><published>2008-09-06T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:20:58.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLyj20sVBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7NqM4dVDmkM/s1600-h/Circus+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243019614038545426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLyj20sVBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7NqM4dVDmkM/s320/Circus+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;When Katelyn was 15 months old, we enrolled her in a Mother's Day Out program for two days a week, so I could catch up on my work during the time she was at "school." Working from home was one of those things that sounded so easy when she was a few weeks old, you know, sleeping all of the time and not moving from the spot where I had placed her. Once she became mobile, though, it became difficult for me to get work done and take care of her at the same time. As I think back on last year, I remember attempting to print applications in my home office, and watching her pull the paper out of the printer and hand it to our dog, Chips, for shredding. (One of those games that Mama doesn't think is as funny as the rest of 'em do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since she is now 2 years old, and with a new sister coming very soon, we decided it'd be great for her to start back this Fall in the same Mother's Day Out program. This week was the beginning of her new school year, and she had a wonderful time. My favorite part is that this year, she can tell me about it afterwards in her own adorable words. When she arrived the first day, many of the other children in her class were crying, so it brought a few tears to even her eyes as well. By the end of the day, though, she was telling me: "Mama...they were crying, saying 'Waaa-Waaa' in my room!" I said, "Awe, did you tell them their mommies were coming back?" She said "Mama's be back! It's Okay!" So, I asked her, "Katelyn, did you cry too?" She replied, &lt;em&gt;(without hesitation)&lt;/em&gt;, "No Waaaay!" What an independent little girl...I don't know where she gets that from. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics from her first day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLwJNuzO4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rM9xj9HPOwQ/s1600-h/DSC02071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243016957308124034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLwJNuzO4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rM9xj9HPOwQ/s320/DSC02071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLwJIHJD7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/NhVzSvOdtAU/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243016955799605170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLwJIHJD7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/NhVzSvOdtAU/s320/DSC02072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLwJT43eqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GTlcqsX5hgs/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243016958960958114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLwJT43eqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GTlcqsX5hgs/s320/DSC02082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-2343228300179227297?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2343228300179227297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=2343228300179227297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/2343228300179227297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/2343228300179227297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SMLyj20sVBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7NqM4dVDmkM/s72-c/Circus+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-926215378517189696</id><published>2008-09-02T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:12:09.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am really so old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SL1CkwifVUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Re_zo8PhzqE/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418740601410882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SL1CkwifVUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Re_zo8PhzqE/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend we decided it'd be big fun to do something with Katelyn that we don't normally do...just a fun, random outing that would not require too much walking, too much heat, or too much energy &lt;em&gt;(thinking of those of us who are currently waddling of course!) &lt;/em&gt;We ended up at Stone Mountain Park, despite our hesitation for joining the enormous Labor Day crowds. The train, after all, would be a great hit - we knew that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I have to go back and say that Kevin and I both worked at the Park for what seems like decades. I started working there when I was 14, and couldn't give up the addiction until I was about 23. Selling glow-in-the-dark &lt;em&gt;stuff &lt;/em&gt;was just about the best job around. Being able to clear $100 or more on a good night at the time before I was even able to drive was of course the motivating factor, but the friends that came back every year made it the most fun. I have the best memories of playing, I mean, working there. It was that kind of job that every year we would sit around and joke about who was really coming back next year, knowing deep down that we'd all be back again for sure. Kevin also started his law enforcement career out there and put in at least 9 years until just about a year ago, when he decided that working only a few events a year was really not working...it was more about fun on a motorcycle and catching up with old friends. We both have great memories out there, even though we didn't even know each other during most of this time. (He is, after all, 7 1/2 years older than me, so we have quite an age gap!) Also, I will add that it just wasn't cool for the glow girls to be lookin' at the Police rangers! :) &lt;em&gt;(I laugh outloud at myself while I type that, because it was oh so true!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Labor Day weekend...we ended up at our favorite spot, riding the train and taking our daughter to see the "Big rock" &amp;amp; the ever popular laser show. It was one of those moments that when I looked around at all of the other families, I suddenly felt quite old. I used to look at those people in a different way, you know, like ready to take their money and hand them junk not worth 5% of what they were paying me for it. Now I am in the crowd &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; them, feeling like an old mom, just like one of the park guests that actually visits this place for fun. My favorite moment, though, &lt;em&gt;(which makes feeling old not even matter)&lt;/em&gt; was when we were sitting on the train with Katelyn in between us. She had one little hand on Kevin's leg, and the other hand on mine. She looked up and said, "Mama, are you READY?!" and I said "Yes, are you!?" She yells out "I'M READY!!!" with the most enthusiasm a little girl could ever have. Then, once we started moving, I said "Katelyn, do you love it?" and without hesitation she replied, "Mama, I LOVE IT!" It really was the cutest thing ever. The hands on each leg was just precious...it was if she was needing to hold on, but not really too much, just resting her hands on our legs while she eagerly awaits the trip. Such a sweetheart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contrary to our expectations, the crowds ended up not being bad at all. We were surprised at how easy it was to join the crowd &lt;em&gt;(as if we were really one of them!)&lt;/em&gt;, and we didn't wait in line for anything. Kevin's police experience out there landed us the best parking space ever, so we didn't have to walk much at all. The night wouldn't have been complete without truly getting into the Stn. Mtn. spirit and sending Kevin to purchase a glow necklace for Katelyn. It was knowing that the necklace only costs .13 cents, and handing him $3 dollars, that made me literally roll my eyes at myself. But what was priceless was seeing my girl's expression when she came running back to me with it, showing it off like I had never in my life seen one before. We acted like it was the coolest thing we'd ever seen, and to her, it was. I'll feel old anytime to see that again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple pictures we took, you know, in the spirit of being tourists &amp;amp; all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SL1FNitSXuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VKx13lUxGec/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241421640286494434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SL1FNitSXuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VKx13lUxGec/s320/DSC02001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SL1B_CDNIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qOxbNVlcFCQ/s1600-h/laserkate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418092467003986" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SL1BJNQSaEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JC2o_E2qP5k/s320/DSC02013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-926215378517189696?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/926215378517189696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=926215378517189696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/926215378517189696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/926215378517189696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-really-so-old.html' title='I am really so old...'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SL1CkwifVUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Re_zo8PhzqE/s72-c/DSC01999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-5797755463465077162</id><published>2008-08-22T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:37:44.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The circus is coming to town!</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the Grayson Library to see 2 of the clowns from the Ringling Brothers &amp;amp; Barnum &amp;amp; Bailey Circus! Katelyn had a great time with her Jami and enjoyed seeing the clowns perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QhyZy6LI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l3V2iMoHIVo/s1600-h/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237423064306870450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QhyZy6LI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l3V2iMoHIVo/s200/DSC01953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is with Jami, thumb in mouth for most of the show. She is a girl after my own heart, you know...10 am is &lt;em&gt;stil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QiiGFUvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uxwZrxyDdxU/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237423077109093106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QiiGFUvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uxwZrxyDdxU/s200/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt; morning! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QiiGFUvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uxwZrxyDdxU/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stood for part of the show, kiki in hand, or wrapped around her shoulders, whatever works...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8Qi0IqaSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DJk4NqQI-xM/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237423081951750434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8Qi0IqaSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DJk4NqQI-xM/s200/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the clowns started juggling, she really got into it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QiYe1thI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cv6JcBgHeps/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237423074528572946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QiYe1thI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cv6JcBgHeps/s200/DSC01974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is &lt;em&gt;(from my point of view)&lt;/em&gt; hanging on my legs, ready to go! Not much room in my lap anymore with this big 'ole belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8SyDkK7aI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QfOwNQ6hkkk/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237425542814952866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8SyDkK7aI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QfOwNQ6hkkk/s200/DSC01952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the show ended, she slowly walked towards one of the clowns, &lt;em&gt;(thumb in mouth again, of course!)&lt;/em&gt; - it was one of those very slow walks where she shuffles her feet like she is sneaking away from me and I can't see her leaving! So brave to walk right up to the clowns and say hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QiNASMBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0B8WBLeXEc/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237423071447625746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QiNASMBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0B8WBLeXEc/s200/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-5797755463465077162?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5797755463465077162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=5797755463465077162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/5797755463465077162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/5797755463465077162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/circus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='The circus is coming to town!'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SK8QhyZy6LI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l3V2iMoHIVo/s72-c/DSC01953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-4809461072938744776</id><published>2008-08-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:02:25.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday my best friend Kelley hosted a baby shower for me, and we had such a great time! She is one of those &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; girls who goes way overboard and pays attention to every single detail, of which I notice and appreciate immensely. She thought of everything (and I mean &lt;em&gt;everything!)&lt;/em&gt; and worked very hard to make this a special day for me. Not only is she a great planner and hostess, but she's also the best cook and baker around. I always steal her recipes and hope that someday I might be able to climb my way up to her level. :) One can always dream, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKni5XKf7XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9vUkoCsszPc/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235965516893384050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKni5XKf7XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9vUkoCsszPc/s200/DSC01822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic of some of the girls painting baby onesies. Is this not the cutest idea ever? So creative! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKni5WXrI_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/180KH3IJVAg/s1600-h/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235965516680209394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKni5WXrI_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/180KH3IJVAg/s200/DSC01834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great fun to have a visit from little Coco (my doggie cousin) - look at his adorable outfit! He is always dressed to impress! Here he is with Aunt Tina and Lonnie. Such a little prince...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKniVZVvDBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mNa5ltXF59Y/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964899002092562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKniVZVvDBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mNa5ltXF59Y/s200/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days like this remind me of how blessed I am in having such wonderful friends and family around me. Thank you to Kelley and to everyone who was a part of this day. It truly meant so much, and I am grateful for each of you! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKnbAytI4uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lfEp8DUD0cQ/s1600-h/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKni5JmYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/r4KEh8XdwQ4/s1600-h/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235965513252235202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKni5JmYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/r4KEh8XdwQ4/s200/DSC01825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-4809461072938744776?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4809461072938744776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=4809461072938744776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/4809461072938744776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/4809461072938744776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-baby-shower.html' title='Happy Baby Shower!'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SKni5XKf7XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9vUkoCsszPc/s72-c/DSC01822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-5682236860657184953</id><published>2008-08-07T12:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:21:45.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new family pics...</title><content type='html'>When Katelyn was born, I will outwardly admit how obsessive I was about getting her pictures taken. I had good reason, though, and I justified it by my amazement of her physical changes during the course of only a month. Once she reached the 1 yr mark, however, I slowed down drastically in the photo arena. Last night we finally made our appointment to get Katelyn's 2 year pictures taken, and we got some great family shots and maternity ones at the same time. We are a couple months late on these, but toddler life gets in the way you know - like growing bangs out, or avoiding photos for a while after a goose egg is planted on her forehead. We are glad to have some updated pictures to enjoy and share. I have made my first attempt at a slide show...yet another &lt;em&gt;blog world&lt;/em&gt; thing to do that I guess I am figuring out as I go...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=6a12caa057f9034f21902a" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=6a12caa057f9034f21902a&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=6a12caa057f9034f21902a&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/6a12caa057f9034f21902a/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slideshow at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-5682236860657184953?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5682236860657184953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=5682236860657184953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/5682236860657184953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/5682236860657184953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-on-line-slideshow-at-www_07.html' title='Some new family pics...'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-7526404857752392880</id><published>2008-08-02T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:39:46.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ice Cream Truck!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SJUmeldpsUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n9ae745SSfM/s1600-h/Dora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230128849155109186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SJUmeldpsUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n9ae745SSfM/s320/Dora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight we had the pleasure of experiencing Katelyn's first run to an ice cream truck. By now, she clearly knows the words "ice cream" &lt;em&gt;("eye cream")&lt;/em&gt; and "truck" &lt;em&gt;("tuck")&lt;/em&gt; - but has never heard them yelled out together by a crazy mama running around to find some change. As she ran down the driveway, she exclaimed &lt;em&gt;"eye cream, eye cream" &lt;/em&gt;with more energy than I seem to have most days. We immediately noticed our favorite character, Dora, on the side of the truck, who inevitably became our first choice.  Here are a couple pictures of Katelyn enjoying her Dora ice cream. &lt;em&gt;(Aren't we all proud that I charged the camera?!) &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SJUoFbc5YVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UYnSel7v94Y/s1600-h/Dora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230130615994114386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SJUoFbc5YVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UYnSel7v94Y/s320/Dora2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SJUmBiwvL6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gVnI6bm3NcA/s1600-h/Dora3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SJUmBQF2mBI/AAAAAAAAADs/jVIz0ddEeVU/s1600-h/Dora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-7526404857752392880?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7526404857752392880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=7526404857752392880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7526404857752392880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7526404857752392880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-cream-truck.html' title='&quot;Ice Cream Truck!&quot;'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SJUmeldpsUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n9ae745SSfM/s72-c/Dora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-57693764291837288</id><published>2008-08-01T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:43:50.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much to do about nothing...</title><content type='html'>No one told me that once you started a blog, people will actually call you to ask when the next "blog post" will be. You know, this is turning into some type of committment! (of which I forewarned you I might not keep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days have been filled with 90+ degree heat, occasional rain storms, and tons of humidity to accompany it. Because of this sticky weather, (and the fact that I'm 5 weeks away from delivery), we tend to stay inside where it's a nice &amp;amp; cool climate. Occasionally, we do get out to "&lt;em&gt;alk" &lt;/em&gt;as Katelyn calls it. (&lt;em&gt;She will usually repeat the word "alk" countless times, until we finally acknowledge her and go outside&lt;/em&gt;.) The highlight of one of our days this week was that during our walk, we ended up in an unsuspected rainstorm while at the end of the culdesac. (&lt;em&gt;Imagine a large pregnant woman with a hyper dog on a leash, followed by a 2 yr old child pushing her doll in a small stroller.&lt;/em&gt;) It was quite a site to see. As the rain came pouring down, there I am trying to convince Katelyn to run &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt; the hill against the hard rain that is soaking all of us. Because she is now over 31 pounds, I have found that I cannot continue to lift her and carry her off and on throughout the day. (&lt;em&gt;If I want to be able to do more than just sit on the couch all evening, I have to pass up the heavy lifting&lt;/em&gt;.) For this reason, I was not going to pick her up and carry her up the long hill. Besides, I had a dog to control and with her in my arms, what would we do with the baby stroller?! Well, we finally made it home and I was amazed at myself for: 1) thinking of grabbing the camera and taking great pictures of this event, and 2) sharing these pictures with friends and family on this lovely thing we call a blog. As I pulled out my camera, ready to impress myself (&lt;em&gt;and my mom&lt;/em&gt;), I soon discovered that my camera battery was dead. So, as hard as we were laughing, and as wet as we were, you will just have to imagine how great those pictures might've been. You have my sincere apologies, but I should get some credit for the effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, our other days have been filled with such exciting activities that I'm sure after reading, you'll stop wondering why I'm not blogging about them. My activities lately range from writing insurance policies, making play-doh shapes, de-cluttering my home, laundry, puzzles, re-organizing my office, stacking blocks, cleaning, and the list could go on. Life at home with a toddler often consists of daily tasks with built-in fun. She can actually put clothes into the washer for me now, and she feeds the dog and the fish too! As a child and teenager, I used to be convinced that the only reason my parents had me was to do "their chores." Well, now that my daughter has grown into the mature age of 2, I figured it was time for her to start earning her keep around here as well. (&lt;em&gt;That is, after all, why we had her...right?!&lt;/em&gt;) So, among other things, she helps me put the silverware on the table, cleans up her toys, cleans up Chips' toys, and helps sweep the floor. Pretty much anything that I'm doing, she &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; to do as well. Her latest phrase is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try&lt;/strong&gt;" -&lt;/em&gt; and that is just what she does. During one chore last week, we sat on the carpet together (&lt;em&gt;while cleaning up dog mess - how's that for an exciting activity!&lt;/em&gt;) and I fought the urge to hurry her up to finish the chore. For me, it's all a lesson in patience. The tasks that used to take me seconds to complete now, with a helper, take several minutes. Things don't get done as quickly as they used to, but she is learning and loving to help, and I am enjoying the chance to watch her and have her by my side. These simple, everyday tasks have been coupled with laughs and fun memories, and this time spent is worth every bit of patience I have to learn. "They" say &lt;em&gt;(whoever "they" are&lt;/em&gt;) that we are the teachers to our children as they learn, but I suspect it might just be the other way around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-57693764291837288?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/57693764291837288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=57693764291837288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/57693764291837288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/57693764291837288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/much-to-do-about-nothing.html' title='Much to do about nothing...'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-3771088125589682837</id><published>2008-07-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:34:04.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fis It" (used by Katelyn in place of "Fix It")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIaJZ_yJAxI/AAAAAAAAADE/7MNwTnUHw-I/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226015497321513746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIaJZ_yJAxI/AAAAAAAAADE/7MNwTnUHw-I/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad is quite the handyman.  Growing up he fixed anything we broke (Jonathan broke &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; more than me!), any problem in the house, or any car troubles we faced.  Usually within a couple of hours of the above mentioned tragedy, Dad would &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;fis it" in a way that would convince us that he could do anything&lt;em&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;Since we are now grown adults who are still convinced of this, he is called on to help with projects around our homes at any given time.  Without fail or hesitation, and despite his busy travel schedule and his own household projects, he manages to help anyone in need. &lt;em&gt;(or in want!)  &lt;/em&gt;Throughout the past year, Dad has built several swingsets (after designing them on his own), along with assisting Jonathan with a play fort for his boys.  Somehow in all of this "fissing it" - he has torn his rotator cuff and has to take a break from the projects for a while.  The Sebrings will remain on a waiting list for a swingset of our own, and once Dad has fully recovered (6 months or so, but we'll give him as much time as he needs) - we will gladly welcome our "wings" (&lt;em&gt;swings&lt;/em&gt;) as Katelyn would say. Hopefully by that time, it won't be near as hot, muggy, and unbearable outside as it has been lately.  As Katelyn said today, "Papa's gettn' his boo-boo fissed."  His surgery is tomorrow around 1:00, and we write this to ask you for your prayers tomorrow, as well as in the months ahead as he travels the road of recovery.  We'll keep you posted and we thank you for praying for our handyman, Katelyn's Papa, our good 'ole Dad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-3771088125589682837?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3771088125589682837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=3771088125589682837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3771088125589682837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/3771088125589682837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/fis-it-used-by-katelyn-in-place-of-fix.html' title='&quot;Fis It&quot; (used by Katelyn in place of &quot;Fix It&quot;)'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIaJZ_yJAxI/AAAAAAAAADE/7MNwTnUHw-I/s72-c/DSC01228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-2398767352300538253</id><published>2008-07-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:50:29.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ7q1-G_ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/MHFjnWnZUtQ/s1600-h/DSC03987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224874493675502994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ7q1-G_ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/MHFjnWnZUtQ/s320/DSC03987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katelyn had her first experience with swim lessons over the past couple of weeks. Some days, she loved every minute of it. Other days, she pointed to the gate and said "Mama, let's go, go, go!" It was a great beginners class to help her get used to kicking, using her arms in the water, blowing bubbles, and jumping off the side. She especially loved the last day when Daddy came to watch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the process of growing her bangs out, but when I pull her hair back, she says "I don't &lt;em&gt;yike&lt;/em&gt; it!" and immediately pulls it out. Here is a lovely shot before class where she is trying to see past the hair in her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ6dRg8EQI/AAAAAAAAABA/-LN5iBbNkdg/s1600-h/DSC03940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224873161039548674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ6dRg8EQI/AAAAAAAAABA/-LN5iBbNkdg/s320/DSC03940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the children were able choose a fish to play with during the class. The first day was quite a challenge when she had to give her fish back at the end of the class, after becoming so attached. She soon learned that each day, she'd see her fish again. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ6eMMA_zI/AAAAAAAAABI/G10ZQCbhCL8/s1600-h/DSC03968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224873176789483314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ6eMMA_zI/AAAAAAAAABI/G10ZQCbhCL8/s320/DSC03968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ6e6RKRxI/AAAAAAAAABY/A6u5Mg6AI34/s1600-h/DSC03979.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-2398767352300538253?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2398767352300538253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=2398767352300538253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/2398767352300538253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/2398767352300538253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-little-fish.html' title='Our Little Fish'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/SIJ7q1-G_ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/MHFjnWnZUtQ/s72-c/DSC03987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254388245427858417.post-7504013943497372771</id><published>2008-07-19T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:11:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give it a try...</title><content type='html'>I will admit that I am a little hesitant to enter into the blogging world. I am &lt;em&gt;that girl&lt;/em&gt; that has a box of journals from throughout the years, with written ink only on the first several pages of each one. I somehow fear my blog might end up taking the same path that my poor empty journals have. I am also &lt;em&gt;that girl&lt;/em&gt; who never gets her photos printed or keeps up with replacing pictures around the house. In fact - this morning I noticed the latest framed Griffith family picture was from Christmas 2004. Yep, 4 years ago! So, in an attempt to turn over a new leaf, I will start sharing pictures and maybe I will even write more than I ever did in those poor journals. I will give this bloggin' thing a try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254388245427858417-7504013943497372771?l=sebringstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7504013943497372771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254388245427858417&amp;postID=7504013943497372771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7504013943497372771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254388245427858417/posts/default/7504013943497372771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebringstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-give-it-try.html' title='I&apos;ll give it a try...'/><author><name>Ansley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763730033735884156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaLVVolIc0I/ShlT4_lOyuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALlogvrXOLk/S220/0028_Image023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
