<?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-5825138665246811494</id><updated>2012-01-30T10:31:37.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday with the Erwins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-3626977797349761408</id><published>2012-01-29T20:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:47:46.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qixB_FDxsdA/TyYAXydLUII/AAAAAAAAE-o/KGOjooe7qtM/s1600/103_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703246386792452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qixB_FDxsdA/TyYAXydLUII/AAAAAAAAE-o/KGOjooe7qtM/s400/103_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our church had a baby blessing on Sunday for all the babies born in 2011. It was so sweet and special. The sermons were great and reminded us that we are in charge of Harpers spirituality. We have to the be the ones to teach her right and wrong and will be judged for it. We were also reminded of what a blessing she is and how the Lord has rewarded us this gift even though we do not serve something so valuable. It is also a wonderful feeling to know that so many people, even those that do no know Harper are praying for her everyday. I believe there is much power in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m13E5S2rVU8/TyX_0GreSoI/AAAAAAAAE-c/WikmVB_GnH8/s1600/103_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703245773745834626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m13E5S2rVU8/TyX_0GreSoI/AAAAAAAAE-c/WikmVB_GnH8/s400/103_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both of her grandparents came to the special service. I am so grateful that they came to share this special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHHOqFF94RY/TyX_jiE3QOI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/CQMkuhFI-MA/s1600/103_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703245489042309346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHHOqFF94RY/TyX_jiE3QOI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/CQMkuhFI-MA/s400/103_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents spent the weekend with us. Unfortunatley, Harper came down with a nasty stomach bug that kept us inside majority of the time. She was just pitiful. Thankfully, Sunday she was much better and seemed more like herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703245091652840562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQbCeHsFSVA/TyX_MZr1LHI/AAAAAAAAE-E/vgQ3Det1MTQ/s400/103_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of all the babies born in 2011. Let me just say that taking this photo was hilarious and total chaos but I think it turned out adorable. Those in charge did a great job with so many babies (and dealing with mommies screaming their childs name trying to get them to look at the camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQup2YYDBgM/TyX-9PbWDtI/AAAAAAAAE94/-C0R3ytPMGM/s1600/103_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703244831201300178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQup2YYDBgM/TyX-9PbWDtI/AAAAAAAAE94/-C0R3ytPMGM/s400/103_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kathryn. She is one of Harper's teachers at "school" -we adore her!! She attends our church and came to the blessing since most of her babies were part of the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xnins0nJqAk/TyX-vlME5GI/AAAAAAAAE9s/zKui9W7sWkA/s1600/103_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703244596524672098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xnins0nJqAk/TyX-vlME5GI/AAAAAAAAE9s/zKui9W7sWkA/s400/103_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper was given a Bible with her name on it from the church along with a monogrammed blankie and a framed photo of all the babies. They had a nice reception afterwards and was given a sweet letter from the church in which all the elders and staff signed. &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/5825138665246811494-3626977797349761408?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/3626977797349761408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=3626977797349761408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3626977797349761408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3626977797349761408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-blessing.html' title='Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qixB_FDxsdA/TyYAXydLUII/AAAAAAAAE-o/KGOjooe7qtM/s72-c/103_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8583926331932483224</id><published>2012-01-25T11:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:51:10.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 month pictures</title><content type='html'>A while back Harper had her 3 month pictures. They were all so cute. We ended up buying the CD with all the pictures because I couldn't decide and by the time I bought the ones I wanted and my mom bought hers it would have cost just as much or more. We split the cost with my mom. Now I need some adorable frames. I am thinking of doing a canvas for the ones with her flower headband, only because the frames cover it up. Now it's time for 6 month pictures- I want to try to take a few in her room. I adore her nursery and would like to have some of her in there so we will see how it goes. I may just have to ask the photographer to make a house call-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJV9vx5hs08/TyA_oq8UQKI/AAAAAAAAE9g/lfPaHO0mF9g/s1600/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701627096205639842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJV9vx5hs08/TyA_oq8UQKI/AAAAAAAAE9g/lfPaHO0mF9g/s400/IMG_0094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZj-8qdzLVQ/TyA_bHs0GmI/AAAAAAAAE9U/uSb4vTu_CrQ/s1600/IMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701626863407077986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZj-8qdzLVQ/TyA_bHs0GmI/AAAAAAAAE9U/uSb4vTu_CrQ/s400/IMG_0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEGTlZFW0II/TyA_QkqAWeI/AAAAAAAAE9I/SKNiPtr-u5U/s1600/IMG_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701626682201364962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEGTlZFW0II/TyA_QkqAWeI/AAAAAAAAE9I/SKNiPtr-u5U/s400/IMG_0133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how she has her giraffe toy and her giraffe outfit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ixvnLrXyQ0/TyA_AuHQ2-I/AAAAAAAAE88/o16yn1hck5s/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701626409862093794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ixvnLrXyQ0/TyA_AuHQ2-I/AAAAAAAAE88/o16yn1hck5s/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWJk04uBYgc/TyA-6fUAUsI/AAAAAAAAE8w/No8sqQsUtIY/s1600/IMG_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701626302809789122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWJk04uBYgc/TyA-6fUAUsI/AAAAAAAAE8w/No8sqQsUtIY/s400/IMG_0179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAHx8X_mPN4/TyA-oW6s17I/AAAAAAAAE8k/S3VUF_FSbSU/s1600/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701625991318525874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAHx8X_mPN4/TyA-oW6s17I/AAAAAAAAE8k/S3VUF_FSbSU/s400/IMG_0262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how the blue brings out her eyes and how simple this picture it but let's face it she looks like a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTeZ3mrUDtg/TyA-XtDSYNI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/MJANk4Rde8c/s1600/IMG_9829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701625705202344146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTeZ3mrUDtg/TyA-XtDSYNI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/MJANk4Rde8c/s400/IMG_9829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrIVZxuayqM/TyA-Ll8yCwI/AAAAAAAAE8M/G2NMq8Vguz8/s1600/IMG_9843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701625497137580802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrIVZxuayqM/TyA-Ll8yCwI/AAAAAAAAE8M/G2NMq8Vguz8/s400/IMG_9843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1xEpmfIuM4/TyA96k2wBLI/AAAAAAAAE8A/cnHq1JJ8vzk/s1600/IMG_9939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701625204786070706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1xEpmfIuM4/TyA96k2wBLI/AAAAAAAAE8A/cnHq1JJ8vzk/s400/IMG_9939.jpg" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8583926331932483224?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8583926331932483224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8583926331932483224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8583926331932483224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8583926331932483224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-month-pictures.html' title='3 month pictures'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJV9vx5hs08/TyA_oq8UQKI/AAAAAAAAE9g/lfPaHO0mF9g/s72-c/IMG_0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2211579616021680898</id><published>2012-01-22T20:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:07:00.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Round-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aLsKXGlPVI/TxzNWrpQPmI/AAAAAAAAE7o/fFU_Gl8zZsk/s1600/103_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700657017900777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aLsKXGlPVI/TxzNWrpQPmI/AAAAAAAAE7o/fFU_Gl8zZsk/s400/103_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60yWBnMYo2o/TxzM5heolsI/AAAAAAAAE7c/rCBfYITXiV8/s1600/103_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700656516955674306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60yWBnMYo2o/TxzM5heolsI/AAAAAAAAE7c/rCBfYITXiV8/s400/103_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMLj0F8kyR8/TxzMTSF2jPI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/ByJqlCQFw-c/s1600/103_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700655859990170866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMLj0F8kyR8/TxzMTSF2jPI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/ByJqlCQFw-c/s400/103_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you love how Harpers hair has grown over her ears. Paul calls it old man hair! Today I was suppose to help teach sunday school class for the 12-18 month olds. You read that right! 12-18 month olds. The girl in charge called and asked if I could help because one of the teachers was out. Class is at 9:30 and then we go to worship at 10:45. We haven't been going to class since Harper was born because around 9 or 9:30 is Harpers morning nap. Once she wakes up we rush out the door to worship. She is at the stage right now where her schedule is really important and we are trying our best to stick to it. So far we are doing pretty good and it makes for a peaceful home and happy baby. Well I decided it was time to try to work in class and this gave me the perfect chance. I woke up early, got Harper ready and we headed out the door. Her class would be right across the hall from where I would be assisting in case they needed me I would be near by. Well we got to church and the power was out!! Class was cancelled so I took Harper home since I didn't know if the power would come back on for the later service. Just my luck, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we missed this morning, Paul and I went tonight. Again, we haven't been on Sunday night because service is from 5:30-6:30. Harper eats at 6:00 and is down by 7:30 and it has been so cold that I hate getting her out. We decided to stop making excuses (even though they are justified) and just deal with it. Harper was a little fussy and would not stay still during church but overall I think it's manageable. She went to sleep later than normal but hopefully it won't effect her too much. &lt;/div&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;div&gt;I gave Harper an "emergency" bottle on the way hoping it would help and when we sat down at church Paul says "oh my goodness!" I immediately thought Harper must have spit up or had a dirty diaper but then Paul says "this bow is WAY to big! Hilarious! Three ladies commented on how cute it was and one asked where to buy one so I think I am justified! When we left church it was SO dark and raining. Thunderstorms and tornadoes are coming through tonight so we are home with the tv on watching the news. That's about it for our weekend. We had Paul's family over on Friday night to celebrate his mom's birthday other than that it has been very low key and relaxing.&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/5825138665246811494-2211579616021680898?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2211579616021680898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2211579616021680898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2211579616021680898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2211579616021680898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-round-up.html' title='Weekend Round-up'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aLsKXGlPVI/TxzNWrpQPmI/AAAAAAAAE7o/fFU_Gl8zZsk/s72-c/103_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6216177278375803985</id><published>2012-01-21T12:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:30:43.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping occupied</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMaC4PWXneo/TxsKP7sXn9I/AAAAAAAAE7E/KRlDB23ApLY/s1600/103_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700161022205599698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMaC4PWXneo/TxsKP7sXn9I/AAAAAAAAE7E/KRlDB23ApLY/s400/103_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just had to post a picture of Harper in her baby TOMS shoes. I found them on sale at a baby boutique for $14 so I HAD to buy them. She isn't really into shoes right now. She likes to kick them off. That is why I don't buy shoes. I'd rather buy her a dress or something but I couldn't pass on these. She got two pairs of adorable for shoes for Christmas from family that I love to put her in for church but other than that we do alot of sock wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHC7N-uRdWw/TxsJ5rAVykI/AAAAAAAAE64/nElr9auj1Rw/s1600/103_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700160639768840770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHC7N-uRdWw/TxsJ5rAVykI/AAAAAAAAE64/nElr9auj1Rw/s400/103_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper is sitting up for long periods of time now. She loves to sit and play with her toys.&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/-8DhnJ15XMok/TxsJwjDT_7I/AAAAAAAAE6s/H2uKd-ptJ3c/s1600/103_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700160483014999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DhnJ15XMok/TxsJwjDT_7I/AAAAAAAAE6s/H2uKd-ptJ3c/s400/103_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put pillows behind her just in case she falls. Look who else likes the pillows!&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/-wiIoGLhmEkU/TxsDR6G0_JI/AAAAAAAAE6g/nGJuvHVbRRI/s1600/DSC_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700153359558048914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiIoGLhmEkU/TxsDR6G0_JI/AAAAAAAAE6g/nGJuvHVbRRI/s400/DSC_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Harper's favorite things to do right now is sit in her crib and play with toys. This has been so helpful for me. I can just put her in there and run around the house doing a few things and she is content as can be... unless she falls over... then I have to sit her back up and she is happy again. I am not sure how long this will last though because she is showing signs of trying to pull up on her bumper pad. I have been keeping a close eye on her. I know one day I will walk in there and she will be standing up!&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/-uZXiyyf6Nqs/TxsCvGczF1I/AAAAAAAAE6U/irevSst9DCE/s1600/DSC_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700152761576003410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZXiyyf6Nqs/TxsCvGczF1I/AAAAAAAAE6U/irevSst9DCE/s400/DSC_0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have one of those twilight lady bugs. It creates stars on the ceiling. Paul did it the other night with Harper and it was precious. She kept reaching for them trying to grab them. Her eyes were so wide and every now and then she would look over at her daddy and smile. The room was completely dark but when I took a picture the flash came on and the picture turned out bright as day.&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/5825138665246811494-6216177278375803985?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6216177278375803985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6216177278375803985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6216177278375803985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6216177278375803985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/keeping-you-occupied.html' title='Keeping occupied'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMaC4PWXneo/TxsKP7sXn9I/AAAAAAAAE7E/KRlDB23ApLY/s72-c/103_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-3374144142017220479</id><published>2012-01-18T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:04:12.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on all fours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV_IYJulmZI/TxM0epFi8jI/AAAAAAAAE6I/Abb67cLNuKY/s1600/103_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697955654583644722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV_IYJulmZI/TxM0epFi8jI/AAAAAAAAE6I/Abb67cLNuKY/s400/103_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper is up on all fours! She is so funny because she hasn't figured out how to move her arms or legs yet but will kick her feet and bottom up in the air like a donkey! So far she scoots backwards. She has fallen a few times on her face and shed a few tears. It won't be long before she is crawling-sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ffQKQ85ZQ/TxM0C0sF3kI/AAAAAAAAE58/TrbITivyfiE/s1600/DSC_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697955176661769794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ffQKQ85ZQ/TxM0C0sF3kI/AAAAAAAAE58/TrbITivyfiE/s400/DSC_0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On her side after falling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jUEyDKUk7U/TxMy-Vwu3GI/AAAAAAAAE5w/BUXwipV2MkI/s1600/103_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697954000128629858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jUEyDKUk7U/TxMy-Vwu3GI/AAAAAAAAE5w/BUXwipV2MkI/s400/103_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taking a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-ZS0bJtdw4/TxMyujFf7iI/AAAAAAAAE5k/dItAUe1G0rQ/s1600/103_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697953728827485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-ZS0bJtdw4/TxMyujFf7iI/AAAAAAAAE5k/dItAUe1G0rQ/s400/103_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_fSxSbwBGk/TxMyblfayOI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/d-cJHZUAr6Y/s1600/103_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697953403055556834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_fSxSbwBGk/TxMyblfayOI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/d-cJHZUAr6Y/s400/103_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I can figure this out if I just try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSl65mM5WKM/TxMxo5JB-ZI/AAAAAAAAE5M/Yt7S8Z1KZvU/s1600/DSC_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697952532157036946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSl65mM5WKM/TxMxo5JB-ZI/AAAAAAAAE5M/Yt7S8Z1KZvU/s400/DSC_0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put her in the middle of her floor in her room and she scooted backwards until she was under her crib. So funny!&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/5825138665246811494-3374144142017220479?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/3374144142017220479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=3374144142017220479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3374144142017220479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3374144142017220479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-all-fours.html' title='on all fours'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV_IYJulmZI/TxM0epFi8jI/AAAAAAAAE6I/Abb67cLNuKY/s72-c/103_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2307283758344091914</id><published>2012-01-16T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:43:00.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Bowl 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMqxUsSvygw/TxMvvSiYuEI/AAAAAAAAE5A/5ira6VagrOI/s1600/DSC_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697950443030231106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMqxUsSvygw/TxMvvSiYuEI/AAAAAAAAE5A/5ira6VagrOI/s400/DSC_0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ-U4UWRiX4/TxMvGkqVNtI/AAAAAAAAE40/-OTOzbCW50A/s1600/DSC_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697949743520757458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ-U4UWRiX4/TxMvGkqVNtI/AAAAAAAAE40/-OTOzbCW50A/s400/DSC_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gmy-EniZ89Y/TxMthoclvwI/AAAAAAAAE4c/xqtLRmHQnwk/s1600/DSC_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697948009370074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gmy-EniZ89Y/TxMthoclvwI/AAAAAAAAE4c/xqtLRmHQnwk/s400/DSC_0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnE1KSiyny4/TxMs_06bMsI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/D7rUWMkMSZw/s1600/DSC_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697947428600885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnE1KSiyny4/TxMs_06bMsI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/D7rUWMkMSZw/s400/DSC_0824.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/5825138665246811494-2307283758344091914?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2307283758344091914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2307283758344091914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2307283758344091914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2307283758344091914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/cotton-bowl-2012.html' title='Cotton Bowl 2012'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMqxUsSvygw/TxMvvSiYuEI/AAAAAAAAE5A/5ira6VagrOI/s72-c/DSC_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8281011138791544430</id><published>2012-01-14T21:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:43:29.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Food and Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkfCagg8MJU/TxMp76xk9sI/AAAAAAAAE4E/JK9FNKn8_3o/s1600/DSC_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697944062920029890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkfCagg8MJU/TxMp76xk9sI/AAAAAAAAE4E/JK9FNKn8_3o/s400/DSC_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Christmas Paul's parents go us the baby bullet. I love it!! I am making all of Harper's baby food and it is so easy!! It came with some containers for the fridge and the freezer and everything is neat and organized. It even has dates on them and came with a book that is VERY helpful, especially since this is my first time. I usually take about 30 minutes on the weekend and make all of her food for the week. I feel much better knowing what she is eating. Jar baby food grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1MviCXrAuQ/TxMpe8QzhMI/AAAAAAAAE34/VEbhNJmVyWM/s1600/DSC_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697943565103236290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1MviCXrAuQ/TxMpe8QzhMI/AAAAAAAAE34/VEbhNJmVyWM/s400/DSC_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harpers baby blessing is in a few weeks and last Sunday they wanted a group photo of all the babies born in 2011. I looked at the previous pictures of years past that were hanging in the hallway and they were hilarious. Babies crying, screaming, crawling away etc. Well this years will be no different. Harper would not look towards the camera and since I took her paci out she was chewing on her hands. I also think another one of the babies was grabbing her foot! This was the only picture I got because it was a bit chaotic. This was only half of the babies. I think there were about 25 total. Harper has the big bow in her hair. Do you see the baby girl next to her with ALL that hair. As soon as Harper saw here she started reaching out to touch (or pull) it. Her mom was standing beside me and we both got a good laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HS-M4giQxY4/TxJJu6cKFsI/AAAAAAAAE3s/37ghtgsKixM/s1600/DSC_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697697548887267010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HS-M4giQxY4/TxJJu6cKFsI/AAAAAAAAE3s/37ghtgsKixM/s400/DSC_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDclBvmvc6M/TxJIwvbhgCI/AAAAAAAAE3g/0cr0oOxF-3M/s1600/DSC_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697696480779927586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDclBvmvc6M/TxJIwvbhgCI/AAAAAAAAE3g/0cr0oOxF-3M/s400/DSC_0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking at this photo last night and loved how long her eyelashes are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXZwRo6jaE0/TxJG1-jE7HI/AAAAAAAAE3U/AjZJogkdV3k/s1600/DSC_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697694371714231410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXZwRo6jaE0/TxJG1-jE7HI/AAAAAAAAE3U/AjZJogkdV3k/s400/DSC_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, this is Paul's favorite hat on Harper, just when I think she can't get any cuter she does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8281011138791544430?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8281011138791544430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8281011138791544430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8281011138791544430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8281011138791544430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-food-and-baby-blessing.html' title='Baby Food and Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkfCagg8MJU/TxMp76xk9sI/AAAAAAAAE4E/JK9FNKn8_3o/s72-c/DSC_0836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-1149415761182427236</id><published>2012-01-12T15:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:16:02.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months old-happy half birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfx4V9ViraQ/Twu2HtAkCCI/AAAAAAAAE3I/2Uc5IAogXLY/s1600/DSC_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695846397197420578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfx4V9ViraQ/Twu2HtAkCCI/AAAAAAAAE3I/2Uc5IAogXLY/s400/DSC_0861.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cID4hXYfenE/Twu2HNgLTPI/AAAAAAAAE28/ZpQ8SFuiQiA/s1600/DSC_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695846388740082930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cID4hXYfenE/Twu2HNgLTPI/AAAAAAAAE28/ZpQ8SFuiQiA/s400/DSC_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LhenWwOjYI/TwuvWKO_99I/AAAAAAAAE2w/eUonOTefUxU/s1600/DSC_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838948979374034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LhenWwOjYI/TwuvWKO_99I/AAAAAAAAE2w/eUonOTefUxU/s400/DSC_0866.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzWdkcDqYGg/TwuvV8F3fpI/AAAAAAAAE2k/K50AVnLw_nU/s1600/DSC_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838945182973586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzWdkcDqYGg/TwuvV8F3fpI/AAAAAAAAE2k/K50AVnLw_nU/s400/DSC_0862.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1h9sxJRDCc/TwuvU0pfGEI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/miXiMqOa7T0/s1600/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838926005016642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1h9sxJRDCc/TwuvU0pfGEI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/miXiMqOa7T0/s400/DSC_0860.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEcMYdzVULU/TwuvUcZJTnI/AAAAAAAAE2M/c7-5niKYq0c/s1600/DSC_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838919494028914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEcMYdzVULU/TwuvUcZJTnI/AAAAAAAAE2M/c7-5niKYq0c/s400/DSC_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this last picture was taken on your actual 6 month half-birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKT9zsI08Es/Twuqw4-bpsI/AAAAAAAAE2A/DQnnBJSvW_0/s1600/DSC_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833910644811458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKT9zsI08Es/Twuqw4-bpsI/AAAAAAAAE2A/DQnnBJSvW_0/s400/DSC_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harper you are 6 months old- happy half birthday!!! I barely got your 6 month picture taken before you turned 7 months, December was a very busy month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 6 months you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;weigh 16.15 oz (70% percentile)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;length 27.5 inches (95% percentile)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;head circumference 16.5 (30%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are eating solid foods, so far you have had green beans, squash, carrots, and banannas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrated your first Christmas and had your first snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you love to growl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are teething&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you love your exersaucer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;love to roll over onto your belly and are working on sitting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have started waking up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have already started planning your first birthday, your daddy picked out the theme and I am executing it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;like to pull mommy's hair and always try to grab the logo on daddy's shirt. For example if he is wearing a Polo shirt you stare and are so focused on the pony. You reach out and grab it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5825138665246811494-1149415761182427236?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/1149415761182427236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=1149415761182427236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1149415761182427236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1149415761182427236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-months-old-happy-half-birthday.html' title='6 months old-happy half birthday!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfx4V9ViraQ/Twu2HtAkCCI/AAAAAAAAE3I/2Uc5IAogXLY/s72-c/DSC_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7944109368182926082</id><published>2012-01-09T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:22:00.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 month dr. visit and shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyyo6JgEQnc/TwTDlN0n_pI/AAAAAAAAE10/xvC39jXQRC0/s1600/IMG01471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693890873036111506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyyo6JgEQnc/TwTDlN0n_pI/AAAAAAAAE10/xvC39jXQRC0/s400/IMG01471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper had her 6 month check up and shots. She was also old enough to get her first round of the flu shot. I get the flu every year if I don't have the shot so I was glad for her to get it and be protected. She LOVED grabbing and tearing the paper on the table at the drs. office. She went crazy with it. The doctor was asking us questions about her progress and asked if she could grab and hold things. Paul said "have you looked at your table yet? she destroyed the paper" We all got a good laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsjeTECbIlM/TwTDb-4pTZI/AAAAAAAAE1o/hre37vBQ0Cw/s1600/IMG01472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693890714407619986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsjeTECbIlM/TwTDb-4pTZI/AAAAAAAAE1o/hre37vBQ0Cw/s400/IMG01472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zleWfKwSwoc/TwTDUscKeqI/AAAAAAAAE1c/vWQa8TIuK8g/s1600/IMG01469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693890589197236898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zleWfKwSwoc/TwTDUscKeqI/AAAAAAAAE1c/vWQa8TIuK8g/s400/IMG01469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the car after. Those sad eyes and red cheeks after crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OO0TAkwsxxU/TwTDOsYRRDI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/40CmqXF_CIk/s1600/IMG01474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693890486101689394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OO0TAkwsxxU/TwTDOsYRRDI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/40CmqXF_CIk/s400/IMG01474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for her to fall asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-7944109368182926082?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7944109368182926082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7944109368182926082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7944109368182926082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7944109368182926082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-month-dr-visit-and-shots.html' title='6 month dr. visit and shots'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyyo6JgEQnc/TwTDlN0n_pI/AAAAAAAAE10/xvC39jXQRC0/s72-c/IMG01471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8040992228216250092</id><published>2012-01-06T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:53:00.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FhdbAfe3-8/TwSyZyKxqdI/AAAAAAAAE0s/OxOGeBEXvSQ/s1600/high%2Bchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693871984936593874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FhdbAfe3-8/TwSyZyKxqdI/AAAAAAAAE0s/OxOGeBEXvSQ/s400/high%2Bchair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iv9whQjpVk/TwSyUumUz3I/AAAAAAAAE0g/9trTiRWZ6Ao/s1600/grocery%2Bcart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693871898079055730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iv9whQjpVk/TwSyUumUz3I/AAAAAAAAE0g/9trTiRWZ6Ao/s400/grocery%2Bcart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over Christmas break we had a major accomplishment. Harper is learning to sit up on her own!! Paul and I had to go to the grocery one day for a major shopping trip. Her carseat has to sit in the actual cart part and takes up sooo much room. By the end of the trip the poor child was holding bread and I would have to check her seat before we left to make sure nothing was hiding under her legs. So this trip we thought we would try letting her sit in the front. We surrounded her with blankets to prop her her since she is a little wobbley. Then a few weeks later we put her in a highchair at a restaurant. My life is forever changed not have to carry the massive carseat inside stores. My shopping and dining experience is much better now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8040992228216250092?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8040992228216250092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8040992228216250092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8040992228216250092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8040992228216250092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/sitting-up.html' title='Sitting up'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FhdbAfe3-8/TwSyZyKxqdI/AAAAAAAAE0s/OxOGeBEXvSQ/s72-c/high%2Bchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-5773709488223520040</id><published>2012-01-04T15:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:22:09.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ride home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMOzP1wpsb8/TwTCyBHtaJI/AAAAAAAAE1E/6VsXyceGIl4/s1600/IMG01502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693889993453168786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMOzP1wpsb8/TwTCyBHtaJI/AAAAAAAAE1E/6VsXyceGIl4/s400/IMG01502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sleepy babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjKng5pRZqM/TwTCf3TP6yI/AAAAAAAAE04/Ck6d4-ZDAYk/s1600/IMG01501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693889681579567906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjKng5pRZqM/TwTCf3TP6yI/AAAAAAAAE04/Ck6d4-ZDAYk/s400/IMG01501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Bella wasn't awake I'm sure she was after this.... Poor puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-5773709488223520040?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/5773709488223520040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=5773709488223520040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5773709488223520040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5773709488223520040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/ride-home.html' title='The ride home'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMOzP1wpsb8/TwTCyBHtaJI/AAAAAAAAE1E/6VsXyceGIl4/s72-c/IMG01502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2450355786550900861</id><published>2012-01-04T13:26:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:53:23.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9RLvoSLOmY/TwSr1nS_HNI/AAAAAAAAE0I/lItyQ_h3mxc/s1600/DSC_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693864766473182418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9RLvoSLOmY/TwSr1nS_HNI/AAAAAAAAE0I/lItyQ_h3mxc/s400/DSC_0816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past year was wonderful, Here's to another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vW3gGdlQkjs/TwSrucNZxPI/AAAAAAAAEz8/ef4hbysBFfE/s1600/DSC_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693864643237889266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vW3gGdlQkjs/TwSrucNZxPI/AAAAAAAAEz8/ef4hbysBFfE/s400/DSC_0818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpE9wKPWNjU/TwSrmIXFneI/AAAAAAAAEzw/VzPvOfOlw0U/s1600/DSC_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693864500470848994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpE9wKPWNjU/TwSrmIXFneI/AAAAAAAAEzw/VzPvOfOlw0U/s400/DSC_0810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandmother always has her Christmas on New Years Eve. This allows her children to have Christmas with their families on Christmas Day. This year we decided to do stockings. We drew names and did a stocking for that person. For the kids everyone brought an item or two to fill their stocking. It was so much fun and was a huge hit. Definately something we plan to continue in the future. Our family has become so large it was hard for my grandma to buy each person something so this helps her out too. She can contribute small items to everyones stocking and we all brought an item to fill her stocking. My mom and I found one of those HUGE stockings for her so everything would fit. My cousin Amanda and her husband drew our names and got us the most adorable monogrammed stockings. I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGCvN5EaS5Q/TwSraPTRhfI/AAAAAAAAEzk/gLPqkrILM0o/s1600/DSC_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693864296175470066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGCvN5EaS5Q/TwSraPTRhfI/AAAAAAAAEzk/gLPqkrILM0o/s400/DSC_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My NYE shoes, so adorable.... so uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TgzTF2-fP1o/TwSrP0ECw1I/AAAAAAAAEzY/r7ZmB19PEgo/s1600/DSC_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693864117065139026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TgzTF2-fP1o/TwSrP0ECw1I/AAAAAAAAEzY/r7ZmB19PEgo/s400/DSC_0804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Janna and Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWk9IHiwMzI/TwSrE4dbrqI/AAAAAAAAEzM/f1h12rhvxfg/s1600/DSC_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693863929266810530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWk9IHiwMzI/TwSrE4dbrqI/AAAAAAAAEzM/f1h12rhvxfg/s400/DSC_0806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will with all of his stocking goodies. Do you see that white pipe thing to the left. Yep that is a marshmellow shooter!!! Cousin Amanda got it for him. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfyyk4GUfa0/TwSq8tsc6KI/AAAAAAAAEzA/ssrb2dbHGjg/s1600/DSC_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693863788938061986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfyyk4GUfa0/TwSq8tsc6KI/AAAAAAAAEzA/ssrb2dbHGjg/s400/DSC_0807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew with all his goodies. He got one of these puzzle mind games and he worked on it all afternoon trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wznxm7nsTk/TwSqwm2Y27I/AAAAAAAAEy0/f1tXkM9V5Bg/s1600/DSC_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693863580942261170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wznxm7nsTk/TwSqwm2Y27I/AAAAAAAAEy0/f1tXkM9V5Bg/s400/DSC_0808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David feeding Harper. This was his first time feeding a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj5jbmJz87s/TwSqThBF5vI/AAAAAAAAEyc/_DHDuLX1c6Q/s1600/DSC_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693863081160337138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj5jbmJz87s/TwSqThBF5vI/AAAAAAAAEyc/_DHDuLX1c6Q/s400/DSC_0811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper and all of her suprises! She is so loved by her family and they all got her such cute things!Everyone said it was fun to have a baby in the family and to finally shop for one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_N5Dvlcoh4/TwSqDFgoSaI/AAAAAAAAEyE/vLeg9r2HE7Q/s1600/DSC_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693862798898514338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_N5Dvlcoh4/TwSqDFgoSaI/AAAAAAAAEyE/vLeg9r2HE7Q/s400/DSC_0813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Chris with Harper in the KY stuff he bought for her. Daddy does not like this picture, he is not a UK fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghK0h6Ouh2I/TwSp1oc7y0I/AAAAAAAAEx4/Cua_0C27qHQ/s1600/DSC_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693862567760087874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghK0h6Ouh2I/TwSp1oc7y0I/AAAAAAAAEx4/Cua_0C27qHQ/s400/DSC_0814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You and your uncle Steve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-2450355786550900861?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2450355786550900861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2450355786550900861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2450355786550900861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2450355786550900861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9RLvoSLOmY/TwSr1nS_HNI/AAAAAAAAE0I/lItyQ_h3mxc/s72-c/DSC_0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6184973180694472644</id><published>2011-12-31T21:55:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:18:20.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper meets Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69G4goovSZ8/TwBi3NrnJKI/AAAAAAAAExg/fs-ZW_R_0KI/s1600/Erwin.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692658629701215394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69G4goovSZ8/TwBi3NrnJKI/AAAAAAAAExg/fs-ZW_R_0KI/s400/Erwin.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few days after Thanksgiving the Heights (a neighborhood close to us with shops) had an open house for Christmas and Santa was to make an appearance. It was a beautiful day so Paul and I got out the stroller and walked to the shops. It isn't that far but it is farther than I thought when walking! I didn't have many of Harpers Christmas outfits out yet so I just put her in this one. This Santa was one of the best I have ever seen!!! Harper was so happy and all smiles. I really had wished she was in her christmas dress. After her picture, as we were leaving the photographer asked if we would come back in for a news segment. The local news was there and the photographer said H was so cute and so well behaved she wanted her to do it. (The other baby there was a basketcase-crying and screaming) So Harper's first trip to see Santa was on the local news!! Paul's parents recorded it and it last for only about 5 seconds but still it was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck_BnmHNRfo/Tv_bQXUTm2I/AAAAAAAAExI/SismUL61hxg/s1600/102_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692509528203172706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck_BnmHNRfo/Tv_bQXUTm2I/AAAAAAAAExI/SismUL61hxg/s400/102_4415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had been trying to find time to take Harper to see Santa again with her Christmas dress on but never could find the time. Christmas Eve was my last chance. I knew my mom would go with me and Paul said he would go to if everyone went. So we all took Harper to the local mall for a photo. We thought there would be a long line but there was only one person in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8O3hw-27YzI/Tv_azCq62jI/AAAAAAAAEww/VU8w7bE8E2o/s1600/102_4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692509024444668466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8O3hw-27YzI/Tv_azCq62jI/AAAAAAAAEww/VU8w7bE8E2o/s400/102_4411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE this picture. I put this on facebook and my brother captured it "three men and a baby"-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9N_gmXzcnnA/Tv_ahkpDC5I/AAAAAAAAEwk/E5cM_QHES_A/s1600/102_4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692508724325976978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9N_gmXzcnnA/Tv_ahkpDC5I/AAAAAAAAEwk/E5cM_QHES_A/s400/102_4422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAHJcRFibcc/Tv_Z9Gbv6pI/AAAAAAAAEwM/1Nb20hdezyw/s1600/102_4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692508097741843090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAHJcRFibcc/Tv_Z9Gbv6pI/AAAAAAAAEwM/1Nb20hdezyw/s400/102_4418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper looks like she is 2 years old in the below picture!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QereeFDIjmA/Tv_Zpp5eg7I/AAAAAAAAEwA/16sfSZOGqKk/s1600/102_4424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692507763664389042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QereeFDIjmA/Tv_Zpp5eg7I/AAAAAAAAEwA/16sfSZOGqKk/s400/102_4424.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/5825138665246811494-6184973180694472644?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6184973180694472644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6184973180694472644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6184973180694472644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6184973180694472644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/harper-meets-santa.html' title='Harper meets Santa'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69G4goovSZ8/TwBi3NrnJKI/AAAAAAAAExg/fs-ZW_R_0KI/s72-c/Erwin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4046600356281271265</id><published>2011-12-31T21:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:52:17.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiAMZdbv7eg/Tv_XkCcTMtI/AAAAAAAAEv0/x719Y_N1G9U/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692505468150428370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiAMZdbv7eg/Tv_XkCcTMtI/AAAAAAAAEv0/x719Y_N1G9U/s400/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas lunch at the lodge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bO6Yxt-1R7s/Tv_VdQFbRmI/AAAAAAAAEvc/11V5x_lUP8M/s1600/102_4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692503152530245218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bO6Yxt-1R7s/Tv_VdQFbRmI/AAAAAAAAEvc/11V5x_lUP8M/s400/102_4429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken before church. After church we had lunch at the lodge. Harper decided there she would wee wee through her diaper onto mommies dress-oh the joys of being a mommy. Christmas was special this year because it fell on Sunday and because we were all together for church including my two brothers. We took up an entire pew!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Md6HPs70NA/Tv_U75rA6KI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/rG00NBxeTqs/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692502579578202274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Md6HPs70NA/Tv_U75rA6KI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/rG00NBxeTqs/s400/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4046600356281271265?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4046600356281271265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4046600356281271265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4046600356281271265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4046600356281271265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiAMZdbv7eg/Tv_XkCcTMtI/AAAAAAAAEv0/x719Y_N1G9U/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-1917661685285029781</id><published>2011-12-31T21:13:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:25:48.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8f-sdUZbZcc/Tv_V_DkVaAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/k0UB8fDULfc/s1600/DSC_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692503733285775362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8f-sdUZbZcc/Tv_V_DkVaAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/k0UB8fDULfc/s400/DSC_0801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents kept Harper one night so Paul and I could go on a dinner date. While eating Paul and I made some goals for the New Year-personal and family. Sometimes you just need to say things out loud and we are always trying to improve. On our way home from dinner my mom text me and asked if she should wake Harper because she had been asleep since before we left and she was afraid she wouldn't sleep thru the night. We just had to laugh. Of course the one night we go out she sleeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnmuQV67udA/Tv_S7WKBEoI/AAAAAAAAEvE/1fHTogdR48U/s1600/102_4431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692500371021304450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnmuQV67udA/Tv_S7WKBEoI/AAAAAAAAEvE/1fHTogdR48U/s400/102_4431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul and I gave Harper this jumper for Christmas and she has really enjoyed it. She jumps non-stop and laughs alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVLnpxT691c/Tv_StLN4Q6I/AAAAAAAAEu4/QOKNN-JEf9Y/s1600/102_4432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692500127566545826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVLnpxT691c/Tv_StLN4Q6I/AAAAAAAAEu4/QOKNN-JEf9Y/s400/102_4432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXcFvQJvLqc/Tv_ScZTs89I/AAAAAAAAEus/LblfgYkCkRc/s1600/102_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692499839291290578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXcFvQJvLqc/Tv_ScZTs89I/AAAAAAAAEus/LblfgYkCkRc/s400/102_4433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mimi reading Harper a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692499585643764194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ir1-1IDEI/Tv_SNoZa2eI/AAAAAAAAEug/FafJdxm1vcI/s400/102_4434.JPG" /&gt;One day we planned to go to a local park and walk. The forecast was suppose to be sunny and warm but it turned out to be cloudy and COLD!! We made one lap then my mom and I dragged the boys to the local square for some hot cocoa and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ6p89rVxrQ/Tv_RepLIMUI/AAAAAAAAEuU/R8mZdE0yw4c/s1600/102_4439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692498778398404930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ6p89rVxrQ/Tv_RepLIMUI/AAAAAAAAEuU/R8mZdE0yw4c/s400/102_4439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692498575969437506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRjlcBGWOrk/Tv_RS3ETR0I/AAAAAAAAEuI/oMhlZzU5Pjw/s400/102_4437.JPG" /&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/-VS9c-FafeTI/Tv_RExk0GUI/AAAAAAAAEt8/UmN2uHbK4bw/s1600/102_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692498333977024834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS9c-FafeTI/Tv_RExk0GUI/AAAAAAAAEt8/UmN2uHbK4bw/s400/102_4438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McXXf81gIHc/Tv_Qrmr-sTI/AAAAAAAAEtk/Zwj4tsYqC5A/s1600/102_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692497901557559602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McXXf81gIHc/Tv_Qrmr-sTI/AAAAAAAAEtk/Zwj4tsYqC5A/s400/102_4436.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-1917661685285029781?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/1917661685285029781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=1917661685285029781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1917661685285029781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1917661685285029781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8f-sdUZbZcc/Tv_V_DkVaAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/k0UB8fDULfc/s72-c/DSC_0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7040497175108845468</id><published>2011-12-29T16:40:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:13:15.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011-part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAd1TjLTcXg/Tv_J6QvJpjI/AAAAAAAAEtY/CtBsT0hFtIw/s1600/DSC_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692490456781923890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAd1TjLTcXg/Tv_J6QvJpjI/AAAAAAAAEtY/CtBsT0hFtIw/s400/DSC_0701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my gifts from Paul were these silver casserole dishes. They match my current silver and are two different sizes. You can cook in them or cook in a regular pyrex dish then place it in the silver one. I LOVE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UareEp9_nEQ/Tv_JZOyDJvI/AAAAAAAAEtM/JeduJLljMFg/s1600/DSC_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692489889321527026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UareEp9_nEQ/Tv_JZOyDJvI/AAAAAAAAEtM/JeduJLljMFg/s400/DSC_0703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents have the most gentle, precious lab. He loved Harper and loved licking her. She of course thought is was hilarious. I of course was grossed out and would be right behind them with wipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpXCLQel_ZY/Tv_I5RhqffI/AAAAAAAAEtA/pQOsRXjvooM/s1600/DSC_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692489340302294514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpXCLQel_ZY/Tv_I5RhqffI/AAAAAAAAEtA/pQOsRXjvooM/s400/DSC_0704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one of my gifts were these footed flannel pajamas. Sooo funny! He said I could match Harper. They have a hood and a hole in the wrist of the sleeve for your thumb to keep your sleeves down. I accidently opened them when they came in the mail and Paul was so disappointed. The return address said "jumping jammers" so I just thought I had ordered something for Harper. I laughed so hard when I opened them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzTw7fxY4yc/Tv_IQp-JH3I/AAAAAAAAEs0/RDCwE1cpN40/s1600/DSC_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ufUDTGZ1v8/Tv_Hp_WAVhI/AAAAAAAAEso/aef2s-OdvIw/s1600/DSC_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692487978211890706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ufUDTGZ1v8/Tv_Hp_WAVhI/AAAAAAAAEso/aef2s-OdvIw/s400/DSC_0711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cute is the tiny toothbrush on the tree for Harper. It said 3 mo and up. I had to call one of our dentist friends to ask him if I was suppose to be brushing Harpers two teeth-still so much I don't know. Also on the tree was envelopes for all the kids. My great grandfather used to put money in envelopes and put it on the tree for his kids and grandkids. It is something I remember and hope my dad continues the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmdtkzbuwis/Tv_F_eYEadI/AAAAAAAAEsc/2yjASKSxAKo/s1600/DSC_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692486148296042962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmdtkzbuwis/Tv_F_eYEadI/AAAAAAAAEsc/2yjASKSxAKo/s400/DSC_0714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my Great Aunt Peggy's first time to meet Harper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxIVndhRSLU/Tv_FbBrTUPI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/CGFMm7cv_ow/s1600/DSC_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692485522116792562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxIVndhRSLU/Tv_FbBrTUPI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/CGFMm7cv_ow/s400/DSC_0723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul made us some of his special treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9ICkMol-QU/TvzwLmUvb9I/AAAAAAAAEr4/poJQHILgK_w/s1600/DSC_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691688111146233810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9ICkMol-QU/TvzwLmUvb9I/AAAAAAAAEr4/poJQHILgK_w/s400/DSC_0728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents basement recently flooded so when repairing it they decided to make a theatre room. This picture does not do it justice. It is sooo nice. We all have a place to sit on the couch and watched lots of movies down there.The boys played lots of Wii too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnkfdRQckZM/TvztwFKSWMI/AAAAAAAAErg/7K0kECZGz6o/s1600/DSC_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691685439364290754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnkfdRQckZM/TvztwFKSWMI/AAAAAAAAErg/7K0kECZGz6o/s400/DSC_0727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Paul's co-workers gave us this plate when Harper was born and I adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--p2_SHem7X4/TvztK_zEoLI/AAAAAAAAErU/0WsvDOB3DrQ/s1600/DSC_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691684802269585586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--p2_SHem7X4/TvztK_zEoLI/AAAAAAAAErU/0WsvDOB3DrQ/s400/DSC_0716.JPG" /&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/5825138665246811494-7040497175108845468?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7040497175108845468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7040497175108845468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7040497175108845468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7040497175108845468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011-part-1.html' title='Christmas 2011-part 1'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAd1TjLTcXg/Tv_J6QvJpjI/AAAAAAAAEtY/CtBsT0hFtIw/s72-c/DSC_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2291958741993120877</id><published>2011-12-27T16:59:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:24:26.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>We did Christmas on Christmas Eve. Since Christmas fell on Sunday this year we knew it would be too hard to have Christmas before Church and since Harper is so little she didn't know the difference. There were so many things I want to do for Christmas and I cannot wait until Harper gets older to do these things. Such as bake cookies, elf on the shelf, letting her pick out toys to donate to a charity, put out reindeer food and so on. On the other hand, I SO enjoyed her first Christmas as a baby. We enjoyed family time and everyone enjoyed just holding and loving on Harper. We love to just sit and watch her play or listen to her growl. This time is so precious and so limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqNlL5wyrcY/TvsnyhR6MfI/AAAAAAAAErI/yFyR0WidX1g/s1600/DSC_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691186302993183218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqNlL5wyrcY/TvsnyhR6MfI/AAAAAAAAErI/yFyR0WidX1g/s400/DSC_0735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul bringing in Harper to see the gifts Santa left for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CsCHCWZz9iM/TvsnOJPucEI/AAAAAAAAEq8/O1_m0rUN3es/s1600/DSC_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691185678066282562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CsCHCWZz9iM/TvsnOJPucEI/AAAAAAAAEq8/O1_m0rUN3es/s400/DSC_0731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul thought it was funny that Santa left formula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzk-LCUslY/Tvsmrf0AJ4I/AAAAAAAAEqw/LU9AydC5kNQ/s1600/DSC_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691185082828597122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzk-LCUslY/Tvsmrf0AJ4I/AAAAAAAAEqw/LU9AydC5kNQ/s400/DSC_0741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper in her Christmas morning PJ's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KDU6oBf5Wk/TvsmCr7nRyI/AAAAAAAAEqk/9y6w8TDviEg/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691184381707110178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KDU6oBf5Wk/TvsmCr7nRyI/AAAAAAAAEqk/9y6w8TDviEg/s400/DSC_0756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom found all the boys matching pajama bottoms in their favorite team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MABAFfRRvMY/Tvsla82FREI/AAAAAAAAEqY/JLT8Nv93wG0/s1600/DSC_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691183699052545090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MABAFfRRvMY/Tvsla82FREI/AAAAAAAAEqY/JLT8Nv93wG0/s400/DSC_0745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got Paul sleds for Christmas. I got him one that is a flying saucer from LL Bean and the one above that seats 2. He is such a kid I know when it snows and Harper is old enough to go play he will love to take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2dSDIfnRoM/Tvskz406-0I/AAAAAAAAEqM/k-Zs1Eeoqek/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691183027959036738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2dSDIfnRoM/Tvskz406-0I/AAAAAAAAEqM/k-Zs1Eeoqek/s400/DSC_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691182452711782658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwFSL24DjB4/TvskSZ3SeQI/AAAAAAAAEqA/D5HKq87ICJs/s400/DSC_0754.JPG" /&gt; Harper and all her goodies. Don't you love the barbie fishing pole from my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RTiyky6vJw/TvpUv98Q1iI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/TszlGdHW6kY/s1600/DSC_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690954262193952290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RTiyky6vJw/TvpUv98Q1iI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/TszlGdHW6kY/s400/DSC_0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael gave her this adorable polo hat. He bought it a while back and told me about it. He could not wait to give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut6MYQ24WMM/TvpUQYUzyxI/AAAAAAAAEpE/jTHJGFKv5-4/s1600/DSC_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690953719520414482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut6MYQ24WMM/TvpUQYUzyxI/AAAAAAAAEpE/jTHJGFKv5-4/s400/DSC_0785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my parents gave Harper a jewelry box. She got some baby jewelry when she was born and I wanted a safe place to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690953035857617170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSkbpvmF4sc/TvpTole5YRI/AAAAAAAAEo4/nzZKHjYw0Sk/s400/DSC_0789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wD2DbuKPYI/TvpTCjRIcwI/AAAAAAAAEos/p5dftR8YSwE/s1600/DSC_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690952382427984642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wD2DbuKPYI/TvpTCjRIcwI/AAAAAAAAEos/p5dftR8YSwE/s400/DSC_0791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is funny because before Harper most of our pictures included Bella, but since Harper she hasn't been in too many. It's nice to see her again-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKbnaR8st78/TvpShdfnevI/AAAAAAAAEog/QMg0FIF6s8M/s1600/DSC_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690951813942442738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKbnaR8st78/TvpShdfnevI/AAAAAAAAEog/QMg0FIF6s8M/s400/DSC_0795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think someone is excited about diaper covers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPbTnu6904E/TvpQS2quUAI/AAAAAAAAEoI/ZZEpPopxj6c/s1600/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690949363978620930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPbTnu6904E/TvpQS2quUAI/AAAAAAAAEoI/ZZEpPopxj6c/s400/DSC_0797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; best part of christmas is the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMfHJIM7uyY/TvpP0YdePjI/AAAAAAAAEn8/f6WTK4_gHRA/s1600/DSC_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690948840473902642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMfHJIM7uyY/TvpP0YdePjI/AAAAAAAAEn8/f6WTK4_gHRA/s400/DSC_0799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7N8eM6Bnigc/TvpPGse0tKI/AAAAAAAAEnw/h9RwNvwszaY/s1600/DSC_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690948055574295714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7N8eM6Bnigc/TvpPGse0tKI/AAAAAAAAEnw/h9RwNvwszaY/s400/DSC_0800.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;We left cookies and milk for santa and mini powdered sugar donuts (cheerios) for the elves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-2291958741993120877?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2291958741993120877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2291958741993120877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2291958741993120877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2291958741993120877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqNlL5wyrcY/TvsnyhR6MfI/AAAAAAAAErI/yFyR0WidX1g/s72-c/DSC_0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6512663271226389458</id><published>2011-12-25T18:35:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:08:19.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with the Erwins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwgS-9TFSAc/TvfHdThW93I/AAAAAAAAEnY/eDXGmmHj4Zk/s1600/DSC_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690235960476235634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwgS-9TFSAc/TvfHdThW93I/AAAAAAAAEnY/eDXGmmHj4Zk/s400/DSC_0695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas with Paul's parents. The night after going to look at Christmas lights we went to Paul's parents house for a yummy dinner and opened gifts. They are always so good to us and do way more than they should. We are very lucky to have them. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsNt-yg2tJk/TvfGtVu5KYI/AAAAAAAAEnM/51lJjb8gZ0c/s1600/DSC_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690235136436152706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsNt-yg2tJk/TvfGtVu5KYI/AAAAAAAAEnM/51lJjb8gZ0c/s400/DSC_0686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper loving on her granna and uncle Alan&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfqYjYwLs5c/TvfGGw1GvYI/AAAAAAAAEnA/eJEgpsM-Ss4/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690234473695067522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfqYjYwLs5c/TvfGGw1GvYI/AAAAAAAAEnA/eJEgpsM-Ss4/s400/DSC_0693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydk1sIIZYMw/TvfFeeuKBhI/AAAAAAAAEm0/-DD3PHmiC9E/s1600/DSC_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690233781639317010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydk1sIIZYMw/TvfFeeuKBhI/AAAAAAAAEm0/-DD3PHmiC9E/s400/DSC_0683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They got Harper this Fisher Price play puppy that lights up and makes noise. It is so cute and of course I love that it is a puppy but I am not sure how Bella is going to react to it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEP8SQlVsoE/TvfEs9k7KaI/AAAAAAAAEmo/S28JZoF1sgA/s1600/DSC_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690232930928634274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEP8SQlVsoE/TvfEs9k7KaI/AAAAAAAAEmo/S28JZoF1sgA/s400/DSC_0679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAQJHXsffFA/TvfEOZfn8rI/AAAAAAAAEmc/Sul4deXIrZs/s1600/DSC_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690232405846651570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAQJHXsffFA/TvfEOZfn8rI/AAAAAAAAEmc/Sul4deXIrZs/s400/DSC_0681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooks opening his farm set&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alKfy5FUIvU/TvfDjFMPXTI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/aE9SaCWrwM0/s1600/DSC_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690231661662264626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alKfy5FUIvU/TvfDjFMPXTI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/aE9SaCWrwM0/s400/DSC_0674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins-Brooks is always so good with Harper. When we got there he went up to her and said "baby Harper"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1evKX-bvlw/TvfDAdr9QSI/AAAAAAAAEmE/JZnMNG8QPNU/s1600/DSC_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690231066942325026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1evKX-bvlw/TvfDAdr9QSI/AAAAAAAAEmE/JZnMNG8QPNU/s400/DSC_0671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper and her Randad&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp6kY4yqn6g/TvfB90Pr85I/AAAAAAAAEl4/FNxcfvRlCJo/s1600/DSC_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690229921946530706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp6kY4yqn6g/TvfB90Pr85I/AAAAAAAAEl4/FNxcfvRlCJo/s400/DSC_0675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were eating we put Harper in her carseat. She was sleepy and turned herself sideways so she could sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-6512663271226389458?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6512663271226389458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6512663271226389458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6512663271226389458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6512663271226389458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-with-erwins.html' title='Christmas with the Erwins'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwgS-9TFSAc/TvfHdThW93I/AAAAAAAAEnY/eDXGmmHj4Zk/s72-c/DSC_0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-297305647510796594</id><published>2011-12-25T17:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:27:27.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok9_PGdSJxg/Tve-RmWlmXI/AAAAAAAAEls/bBk99twE7rc/s1600/DSC_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690225863768250738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok9_PGdSJxg/Tve-RmWlmXI/AAAAAAAAEls/bBk99twE7rc/s400/DSC_0617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Harper lately. She loves to stick out her tongue. I think she is feeling her bottom two teeth with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNtnK0bGqVw/Tve1T-y3UcI/AAAAAAAAElg/uypSqaL9Y_o/s1600/DSC_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690216009084391874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNtnK0bGqVw/Tve1T-y3UcI/AAAAAAAAElg/uypSqaL9Y_o/s400/DSC_0567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has been pulling up on her hands lately and is strong. It won't be long before she figures out how to bend her knees and get on all fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASnUdyjbHS0/Tve02ldDg2I/AAAAAAAAElU/GSQE9SbS4rw/s1600/DSC_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690215504065823586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASnUdyjbHS0/Tve02ldDg2I/AAAAAAAAElU/GSQE9SbS4rw/s400/DSC_0564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She starts on her back but within moments she has flipped over on her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5a3zMrYgFw/Tve0MqkhsxI/AAAAAAAAElI/wXTcExU5nMk/s1600/DSC_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690214783884833554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5a3zMrYgFw/Tve0MqkhsxI/AAAAAAAAElI/wXTcExU5nMk/s400/DSC_0572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this profile of her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c0dQtXD2eS4/TveyY38FruI/AAAAAAAAEkw/xuWallxdoXw/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690212794608496354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c0dQtXD2eS4/TveyY38FruI/AAAAAAAAEkw/xuWallxdoXw/s400/DSC_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJDYNnxfXZ4/Tvex4s-v2rI/AAAAAAAAEkk/oiCEADxchII/s1600/DSC_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690212241911044786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJDYNnxfXZ4/Tvex4s-v2rI/AAAAAAAAEkk/oiCEADxchII/s400/DSC_0664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also likes to smack with her mouth. I think that is what she is doing in the above photo. She has also found her deep voice and will growl. It is SO funny. Once she finds it she will go on and on. Her teacher at "school" told me she growls in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AI5uwZC8kZA/TvexVVPhwAI/AAAAAAAAEkY/QoW1hnbXqHQ/s1600/DSC_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690211634243551234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AI5uwZC8kZA/TvexVVPhwAI/AAAAAAAAEkY/QoW1hnbXqHQ/s400/DSC_0550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjozmHF7xfk/TvewrLJPgII/AAAAAAAAEkM/q7H-zDShmsQ/s1600/DSC_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690210909978329218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjozmHF7xfk/TvewrLJPgII/AAAAAAAAEkM/q7H-zDShmsQ/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-297305647510796594?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/297305647510796594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=297305647510796594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/297305647510796594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/297305647510796594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='christmas pictures'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok9_PGdSJxg/Tve-RmWlmXI/AAAAAAAAEls/bBk99twE7rc/s72-c/DSC_0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7459400650370214805</id><published>2011-12-24T08:59:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:33:56.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights and Harpers first Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>This past week we took Harper to see some Christmas lights with Paul's parents. It definately put us in the Christmas Spirit. This was my favorite house. It is actually just down the street from us. The arrow is pointing to the chimney so Santa will know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ctv-QcdhBI/TvXtzMgtTAI/AAAAAAAAEkA/usrGBgGE1bw/s1600/102_4409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689715168040012802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ctv-QcdhBI/TvXtzMgtTAI/AAAAAAAAEkA/usrGBgGE1bw/s400/102_4409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyRPwOezgro/TvXtkr2UAjI/AAAAAAAAEj0/CoWQkoVBTjQ/s1600/102_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689714918754091570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyRPwOezgro/TvXtkr2UAjI/AAAAAAAAEj0/CoWQkoVBTjQ/s400/102_4402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This house had about 200 blowups in the front yard!! and his front yard was not that big!! The owner was outside taking donations for Charity. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ_y978W_9E/TvXtRY3KUpI/AAAAAAAAEjo/zqYYv-EbQcE/s1600/102_4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689714587239862930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ_y978W_9E/TvXtRY3KUpI/AAAAAAAAEjo/zqYYv-EbQcE/s400/102_4408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XdJ7LKuZRU/TvXtDK9-BvI/AAAAAAAAEjc/_I5SE9i0LKI/s1600/102_4405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689714342992152306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XdJ7LKuZRU/TvXtDK9-BvI/AAAAAAAAEjc/_I5SE9i0LKI/s400/102_4405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These toy soliders were adorable. They were as tall as the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Kfq8Jghkhg/TvXszCXaCOI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/c00xmBATPdI/s1600/102_4394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689714065805019362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Kfq8Jghkhg/TvXszCXaCOI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/c00xmBATPdI/s400/102_4394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper had her Class Christmas Party last week. All the moms brought food and we gave the teachers a breakfast. One of the moms dressed up as Sanat. When her little boy walked up to him/her he said "no mam momma"- so cute.  I got to meet alot of moms which was really fun.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689713253366872754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpzVtUaehls/TvXsDvzDurI/AAAAAAAAEjE/TcXJiFqnVk4/s400/102_4381.JPG" /&gt;Harper and on of her classmates had on the same dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689711461841000162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRDasWVjUFA/TvXqbd2AVuI/AAAAAAAAEiU/UGXoAMBoXv8/s400/102_4386.JPG" /&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/5825138665246811494-7459400650370214805?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7459400650370214805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7459400650370214805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7459400650370214805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7459400650370214805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-lights-and-harpers-first.html' title='Christmas Lights and Harpers first Christmas Party'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ctv-QcdhBI/TvXtzMgtTAI/AAAAAAAAEkA/usrGBgGE1bw/s72-c/102_4409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8469801957165526547</id><published>2011-12-15T18:42:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:56:05.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Christmas, Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGFES5QEkQ0/TuqgFOSAjmI/AAAAAAAAEh8/_PK5KfCQd5o/s1600/IMG01442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686533491102092898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGFES5QEkQ0/TuqgFOSAjmI/AAAAAAAAEh8/_PK5KfCQd5o/s400/IMG01442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Harper before church on Sunday. The little old ladies sitting in front of us said she looked like a Christmas tree ornament. Harper sat with Mrs. Debbie the entire service. She is what I call our pew-mate. We always sit on the same pew. Debbie's daughter is expecting her first child and will be the first grandchild so she is beyond excited. Harper noticed the massive light fixtures in the auditorium for the first time. She had her head tilted all the way back and her eyes were so wide. She then realized they went all the way across the room and had her head so far back she almost fell over. We had a quiet chuckle at her in church watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw2fpBjyR7k/Tuqfkrsd1GI/AAAAAAAAEhw/T0iQplXUn-Q/s1600/IMG01416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686532932062008418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw2fpBjyR7k/Tuqfkrsd1GI/AAAAAAAAEhw/T0iQplXUn-Q/s400/IMG01416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our elf Peppermint Cocoa. I thought we had named him Peppermint but then Paul said he thought we named him Cocoa so I guess he is now Peppermint Cocoa??? Since Harper has no clue who Peppermint Cocoa is we do not do all the activities you are supposed to do. Honestly, I don't know how you can remember to do something different everyday???? Paul asked me one day if we were suppose to move him. I said yes but not until Harper was older. One day before he left for a business trip Peppermint Cocoa decided he wanted to tag along. Paul didn't find him for a few days ( I hid him well) and when he did he called to tell me I was a dork. I am just thankful they didn't check his luggage at the airport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686531953755890994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYd9plfGsQU/TuqervOHJTI/AAAAAAAAEhk/mL9KU83BpEQ/s400/102_4380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then Paul decided to put Peppermint on the candy jar and this is where he has remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tLyawPDcrA/TuqdQjsqevI/AAAAAAAAEhM/YVKjamJ3cf8/s1600/IMG01444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686530387294714610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tLyawPDcrA/TuqdQjsqevI/AAAAAAAAEhM/YVKjamJ3cf8/s400/IMG01444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh how I love this picture! Harper rolled over one night and brought the blanket she was laying on with her! Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NkFTLdGlTs/TuqXgQscPgI/AAAAAAAAEhA/3AOY-Vnfh6o/s1600/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686524060001648130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NkFTLdGlTs/TuqXgQscPgI/AAAAAAAAEhA/3AOY-Vnfh6o/s400/DSC_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made these kid aprons for Harpers friends at "school" for Christmas gifts. There are only 6 babies in her class so it was manageable. Her teacher told me that the moms love them and go crazy over them when they open them. My original plan was bibs (since they are babies) but she received a bib from one of her friends for Thanksgiving so we decided to do something different. I wrapped them in a gift bag with a cookie cutter. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeRMkJlXvl4/TuqU8ZJ1cPI/AAAAAAAAEgo/9HZWMIqPHac/s1600/102_4373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686521244773871858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeRMkJlXvl4/TuqU8ZJ1cPI/AAAAAAAAEgo/9HZWMIqPHac/s400/102_4373.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;br /&gt;Harper now notices the camera and video camera. Anytime we use either one she can't take her eyes off of it and reaches out to touch or grab it. It usually distracts her and whatever I am trying to take a picture of or record no longer occurs. She stops what she is doing and focus is then on the camera. Can I put this child in anymore Gingerbread??? shoes, shirt, and paci clip!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8469801957165526547?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8469801957165526547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8469801957165526547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8469801957165526547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8469801957165526547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-christmas-christmas.html' title='Christmas, Christmas, Christmas'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGFES5QEkQ0/TuqgFOSAjmI/AAAAAAAAEh8/_PK5KfCQd5o/s72-c/IMG01442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7951451196873598319</id><published>2011-12-14T23:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:30:42.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is better to give than to receive</title><content type='html'>I have been saying the title of this post to myself alot lately. Lately while out doing my holiday shopping I have been picking up &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; a present or two and quickly have to remind myself of the words above. I also felt a little quilty when I realized I had not taken Harper's picture with the toys we gave to our church toy drive. Why??? Since this is her first year of life, I try to capture and record every small detail, every cute outfit and every milestone. But I also want recorded in her scrapbook the good deeds she needs to know about and learn. This blog is my scrapbook and I'm not posting this to "toot my own horn" but I want Harper to know that we/she gave some toys to some needy children for Christmas. I want her to know and to learn that it IS better to give than to receive and that she may have a few less presents under the tree by giving to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acts 20:35 -In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7CsdEiH1qo/TumAks3ZN8I/AAAAAAAAEgc/dfC4Qv7KbwI/s1600/102_4374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686217372539107266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7CsdEiH1qo/TumAks3ZN8I/AAAAAAAAEgc/dfC4Qv7KbwI/s400/102_4374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at all the wonderful toys our church gathered. It actually wraps around the hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcSDlq0MiT4/TumATToWLqI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/EVSBfk-CFTA/s1600/102_4375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686217073707331234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcSDlq0MiT4/TumATToWLqI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/EVSBfk-CFTA/s400/102_4375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvM3M3PvAa4/TumAED5RXhI/AAAAAAAAEgE/VbcCCKukeA0/s1600/102_4377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686216811785313810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvM3M3PvAa4/TumAED5RXhI/AAAAAAAAEgE/VbcCCKukeA0/s400/102_4377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week we met my mom in Memphis to finish up some Christmas shopping. Our day was very short but we did get some gifts and we had a nice lunch where we were able to just sit and be with one another and love on this precious angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umCNF_UtMUk/Tul_zSJOr-I/AAAAAAAAEf4/-ZU-h_H5cr0/s1600/102_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686216523552567266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umCNF_UtMUk/Tul_zSJOr-I/AAAAAAAAEf4/-ZU-h_H5cr0/s400/102_4379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5825138665246811494-7951451196873598319?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7951451196873598319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7951451196873598319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7951451196873598319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7951451196873598319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-is-better-to-give-than-to-receive.html' title='It is better to give than to receive'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7CsdEiH1qo/TumAks3ZN8I/AAAAAAAAEgc/dfC4Qv7KbwI/s72-c/102_4374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8861610570467460067</id><published>2011-12-11T21:02:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:42:07.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>These are just some random photos I found on my camera card that I wanted to post. Last night we Skyped my parents for the first time and it was SO much fun. My mom just got a new laptop with a built in camera and we bought one for my personal computer last year and just now got around to getting everything downloaded and set up. It really didn't take long to do at all and it is so easy to Skype. If you live far away from your family/friends or even if you don't it is a great way to keep in touch. They loved being able to see Harper and watch her play for a bit. I definately recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHG9ycUHFJQ/TuVyl_lthaI/AAAAAAAAEfs/FwJBlMM3sdo/s1600/102_4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685076101675451810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHG9ycUHFJQ/TuVyl_lthaI/AAAAAAAAEfs/FwJBlMM3sdo/s400/102_4345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper and Paul watching Elf of the Shelf the movie on tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0UA6dohZ78/TuVxwXSBpVI/AAAAAAAAEew/_2sa37hpD-g/s1600/102_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685075180322399570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0UA6dohZ78/TuVxwXSBpVI/AAAAAAAAEew/_2sa37hpD-g/s400/102_4364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul picked out this outfit for Harper when I was pregnant, cute little monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNT2bn_sJt8/TuVxqbhcxwI/AAAAAAAAEek/MT1K7w9nNlw/s1600/102_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685075078381618946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNT2bn_sJt8/TuVxqbhcxwI/AAAAAAAAEek/MT1K7w9nNlw/s400/102_4367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her favorite toy on her exersaucer. Paul made a comment the other day that she likes to drink from the cup of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw9RtemJa7w/TuVxd_McPoI/AAAAAAAAEeY/2LN97ZdVpeU/s1600/102_4368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685074864618880642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw9RtemJa7w/TuVxd_McPoI/AAAAAAAAEeY/2LN97ZdVpeU/s400/102_4368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper hasn't paid any attention to the tree. I thought for sure she would love the lights but she hasn't noticed it so Paul put her up close to show her all the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5URXFUT8vs/TuVxULagnqI/AAAAAAAAEeM/NbmTtQmU6NE/s1600/102_4354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685074696100421282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5URXFUT8vs/TuVxULagnqI/AAAAAAAAEeM/NbmTtQmU6NE/s400/102_4354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell she is teething. She puts everything in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9u7ukJscsQ/TuVxOpMWc8I/AAAAAAAAEeA/lfMHEnElO8U/s1600/102_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685074601014883266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9u7ukJscsQ/TuVxOpMWc8I/AAAAAAAAEeA/lfMHEnElO8U/s400/102_4347.JPG" /&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;I love how she is holding her hands and has her feet crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8861610570467460067?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8861610570467460067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8861610570467460067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8861610570467460067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8861610570467460067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHG9ycUHFJQ/TuVyl_lthaI/AAAAAAAAEfs/FwJBlMM3sdo/s72-c/102_4345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4682274908192920477</id><published>2011-12-09T21:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:37:56.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper's First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6hmlmtsQuk/TuLSlb0gi3I/AAAAAAAAEd0/h-HABpbesXg/s1600/DSC_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684337220259974002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6hmlmtsQuk/TuLSlb0gi3I/AAAAAAAAEd0/h-HABpbesXg/s400/DSC_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot believe we already got our first snow!!!! They had reported that we may get some sleet or something like that so I paid no attention to it but woke up the next morning to this beautiful white ground. Paul was out of town and I debated taking Harper out for a picture but was afraid that we might not get another snow this year so I bundled her up, grabbed the camera, and the bumbo and took a quick picture outside then we came in! She keep looking at the ground. Next time we will stay out longer and I will let her touch it but this time we kept it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UnKO4Lhc75E/TuLSAPGeBpI/AAAAAAAAEdo/avuhzanNqwk/s1600/DSC_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684336581190485650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UnKO4Lhc75E/TuLSAPGeBpI/AAAAAAAAEdo/avuhzanNqwk/s400/DSC_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obH9CH2Klfo/TuLRfMsYohI/AAAAAAAAEdc/kGkg51FFZ7I/s1600/DSC_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684336013608526354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obH9CH2Klfo/TuLRfMsYohI/AAAAAAAAEdc/kGkg51FFZ7I/s400/DSC_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wouldn't look at the camera she kept looking at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2lVRiRHlx4/TuLQr4GoIXI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/ZGpT-Trvllk/s1600/DSC_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684335131908120946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2lVRiRHlx4/TuLQr4GoIXI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/ZGpT-Trvllk/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning Bella was eating and Harper couldn't take her eyes off of her. She was almost hanging out of her highchair watching her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4682274908192920477?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4682274908192920477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4682274908192920477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4682274908192920477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4682274908192920477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/harpers-first-snow.html' title='Harper&apos;s First Snow'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6hmlmtsQuk/TuLSlb0gi3I/AAAAAAAAEd0/h-HABpbesXg/s72-c/DSC_0633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-285373979998013595</id><published>2011-12-06T18:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:47:30.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is in full effect at our home. Is it just me or does Christmas have it's own smell. I think it's just a combination of things that are only used or made this time of year but I love the smell and the feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMMDvY6lwUQ/Tt607kEa4bI/AAAAAAAAEdE/TBCD5tFTCRg/s1600/DSC_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683178715175641522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMMDvY6lwUQ/Tt607kEa4bI/AAAAAAAAEdE/TBCD5tFTCRg/s400/DSC_0610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul was hunting over the weekend so Harper and I got crafty. I had planned on going to the Peabody hotel to see Santa escort in the ducks but it POURED down rain ALL day so we decided to paint reindeer instead. Harper loved having the paint on her feet. She would smile and giggle. She also sat very still. It went much better than I ever imagined it would. It went so well we made 6 reindeer to give to family at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcCKkpWxizQ/Tt60wVqLiKI/AAAAAAAAEc4/yHGabQxx_xY/s1600/DSC_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683178522328926370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcCKkpWxizQ/Tt60wVqLiKI/AAAAAAAAEc4/yHGabQxx_xY/s400/DSC_0609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was her hand turkey she made at school. Her teacher gave it to me one day when I dropped her off and it was all I could do not to cry. (I did get a little misty eyed) It's just the cutest smallest hand turkey I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSstC3xog0s/Tt60mTQGVWI/AAAAAAAAEcs/gnWjMY9wSBg/s1600/DSC_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683178349883970914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSstC3xog0s/Tt60mTQGVWI/AAAAAAAAEcs/gnWjMY9wSBg/s400/DSC_0592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tree!! Paul says it looks much better than it did last year-ha! Not sure what he meant by that. Although I have finally mastered the mesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-DmJl-OTZY/Tt60exnzdHI/AAAAAAAAEcg/_lJTv5_F5rk/s1600/DSC_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683178220597507186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-DmJl-OTZY/Tt60exnzdHI/AAAAAAAAEcg/_lJTv5_F5rk/s400/DSC_0590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btJ4Gmvks78/Tt60WreLB0I/AAAAAAAAEcU/804RLObNGxI/s1600/DSC_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683178081507542850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btJ4Gmvks78/Tt60WreLB0I/AAAAAAAAEcU/804RLObNGxI/s400/DSC_0593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new stockings. Paul LOVES stockings and when I showed him how adorable Harper's was his comment was "it's not big enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPxJcM-vZ80/Tt60OT8lE5I/AAAAAAAAEcI/Knd8psXytlI/s1600/DSC_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683177937753674642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPxJcM-vZ80/Tt60OT8lE5I/AAAAAAAAEcI/Knd8psXytlI/s400/DSC_0597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYI04bt3EP8/Tt60GIKUwjI/AAAAAAAAEb8/fOqQUchQBDw/s1600/DSC_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683177797151146546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYI04bt3EP8/Tt60GIKUwjI/AAAAAAAAEb8/fOqQUchQBDw/s400/DSC_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3UmxiVHZqw8/Tt6z5tqovrI/AAAAAAAAEbw/iiCEJJTgTPI/s1600/DSC_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683177583880486578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3UmxiVHZqw8/Tt6z5tqovrI/AAAAAAAAEbw/iiCEJJTgTPI/s400/DSC_0599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper's tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqPZxEZC_xU/Tt6zwg-XAeI/AAAAAAAAEbk/4JOmHvmQJN4/s1600/DSC_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683177425854726626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqPZxEZC_xU/Tt6zwg-XAeI/AAAAAAAAEbk/4JOmHvmQJN4/s400/DSC_0600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peppermint hanging out in Harper's room. He rarely ever leaves this spot-:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSlZnx82Uks/Tt6zoQI62dI/AAAAAAAAEbY/-b9Sx6eFuQs/s1600/DSC_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683177283896662482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSlZnx82Uks/Tt6zoQI62dI/AAAAAAAAEbY/-b9Sx6eFuQs/s400/DSC_0603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her Christmas bedding I purchased on clearance at Pottery Barn when I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83lNYqqPbvE/Tt6zgz-bQzI/AAAAAAAAEbM/9xNG25ysiTs/s1600/DSC_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683177156077372210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83lNYqqPbvE/Tt6zgz-bQzI/AAAAAAAAEbM/9xNG25ysiTs/s400/DSC_0604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her other tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rMkxTvHUuc/Tt6zZTUt7bI/AAAAAAAAEbA/Nnbdl8Kw3es/s1600/DSC_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683177027053415858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rMkxTvHUuc/Tt6zZTUt7bI/AAAAAAAAEbA/Nnbdl8Kw3es/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her Granna and Randad gave her this precious Little People nativity set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxKAE6BcRLw/Tt6zOjav25I/AAAAAAAAEa0/eJKl3kcW_J0/s1600/102_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683176842395114386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxKAE6BcRLw/Tt6zOjav25I/AAAAAAAAEa0/eJKl3kcW_J0/s400/102_4357.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-285373979998013595?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/285373979998013595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=285373979998013595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/285373979998013595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/285373979998013595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/12/smell-of-christmas.html' title='The smell of Christmas'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMMDvY6lwUQ/Tt607kEa4bI/AAAAAAAAEdE/TBCD5tFTCRg/s72-c/DSC_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7391150557767812555</id><published>2011-12-01T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:10:46.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eor1WvLSL9E/Ttb5wUTRwJI/AAAAAAAAEac/bLXXNVB6YWY/s1600/DSC_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681002588453060754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eor1WvLSL9E/Ttb5wUTRwJI/AAAAAAAAEac/bLXXNVB6YWY/s400/DSC_0529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usn6sFzXe7o/Ttb5nTmjiBI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/musdMUUnsqo/s1600/DSC_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681002433646659602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usn6sFzXe7o/Ttb5nTmjiBI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/musdMUUnsqo/s400/DSC_0527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yrz86PIkDDM/Ttb5WhRrxOI/AAAAAAAAEaE/DX20QjqYLd8/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681002145259439330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yrz86PIkDDM/Ttb5WhRrxOI/AAAAAAAAEaE/DX20QjqYLd8/s400/DSC_0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QNN0QM3IQ/Ttb5L-xzPKI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/AbgS57Jpagk/s1600/DSC_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681001964200213666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QNN0QM3IQ/Ttb5L-xzPKI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/AbgS57Jpagk/s400/DSC_0536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see those bottom teeth?? precious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oufzroZ2_6A/Ttb49yo8gDI/AAAAAAAAEZs/1WBmUi30Li0/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681001720423678002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oufzroZ2_6A/Ttb49yo8gDI/AAAAAAAAEZs/1WBmUi30Li0/s400/DSC_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBWVJwp8fks/Ttb4q6b3qYI/AAAAAAAAEZU/6rFWGcrtGHU/s1600/DSC_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681001396098804098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBWVJwp8fks/Ttb4q6b3qYI/AAAAAAAAEZU/6rFWGcrtGHU/s400/DSC_0543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AegrpL5lC0k/Tp-FiaFmFQI/AAAAAAAAD-o/XD70SabKYGM/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper you are 5 months old!!!!! I absolutely love this stage. You are so interactive and have developed into this little person. Here are some highlights of your 5th month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love to blow bubbles with your mouth and have discovered your tongue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You learned to smack with your lips and although you don't do it much anymore you did it for a few days over and over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have started eating cereal. At first you didn't seem to like it but now I think you do. You open your mouth so wide when I put the spoon up to your mouth and then you chomp down on the spoon biting it. We love to watch you eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had your first professional photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You recognize Bella and laugh when you see her, you also reach your hands out to pet her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You prefer formula over my milk :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You use your hands alot and have much more control over them. Your daddy says you are very "handsy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like to hold a blanket or burp cloth in your hands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like for me to sing Jesus loves Me to you. You always smile when I sing it and sometimes you coo along&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like to read books! I thought you were to little for this but it has become a part of bedtime routine. You get very relaxed and hit all of the pages. Your eyes get so wide looking at all the pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few days after your 5 month birthday you got your first 2 teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have found your feet and love to grab them, sometimes I catch you trying to put them in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5825138665246811494-7391150557767812555?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7391150557767812555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7391150557767812555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7391150557767812555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7391150557767812555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-months-old.html' title='5 months old'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eor1WvLSL9E/Ttb5wUTRwJI/AAAAAAAAEac/bLXXNVB6YWY/s72-c/DSC_0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4001622248563575855</id><published>2011-11-26T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:27:00.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpRISlmrNsU/TtAZ1rFPxFI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/cHxWXQ3r-gQ/s1600/IMG01352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679067540002686034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpRISlmrNsU/TtAZ1rFPxFI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/cHxWXQ3r-gQ/s400/IMG01352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While visiting my parents in Alabama, Harper got her first tooth!! It appeared on Friday, October 19, 2011. My mom took Harper in the morning when she woke up so I could sleep in. When I woke up and went in the living room my mom had the biggest smile on her face and screamed "Harper has a tooth!" I thought to myself that she was over exaggerating and she probably just had swollen gums and was slobbering but no physical tooth. I lowered her bottom lip and saw that pearly white! I couldn't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom said she was dying to wake me up to tell me and would walk to my room and stand outside the door wondering if she should wak me but decided to let me sleep. She called my dad at work and told him the "good" news. Looking back she had signs but nothing that stood out. No major meltdowns or crying. She was a little fussy after it broke through and had a slight fever so we got her some medicine. The second tooth came a day or two after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, mom and I had plans to do some shopping and errand running but Harper was a little fussy and needed a nap. I ended up holding her for 3 hours while she napped. She just needed to be held and comforted since she didn't feel good and I had the time so we cancelled all the plans for the day and stayed home. Mom and I got suckered into some reality tv marathons and just enjoyed the moment of nurturing Harper and hanging out with each other and our pups. Sometimes the outside world just needs to stop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4001622248563575855?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4001622248563575855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4001622248563575855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4001622248563575855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4001622248563575855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-tooth.html' title='First Tooth'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpRISlmrNsU/TtAZ1rFPxFI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/cHxWXQ3r-gQ/s72-c/IMG01352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-9150639674582787163</id><published>2011-11-25T20:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:11:17.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykAzvJ3mmbg/TtBW9hCFPnI/AAAAAAAAEZI/o-1kohzO-j8/s1600/102_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679134744953306738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykAzvJ3mmbg/TtBW9hCFPnI/AAAAAAAAEZI/o-1kohzO-j8/s400/102_4307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful Thanksgiving here in Arkansas with Paul's family. We spent the day enjoying family, football and food!! I am Thankful for so many things and blessings that I have received and even those I take for granted every single day!! We are SO blessed!! And of course I am very grateful for these two special people in my life! (can you see how long Harper's eyelashes are in the above photo?? I think they are so pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpjihY6HZhU/TtBWz9km4iI/AAAAAAAAEY8/lzcSTP-6nYA/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679134580815618594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpjihY6HZhU/TtBWz9km4iI/AAAAAAAAEY8/lzcSTP-6nYA/s400/thanksgiving%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMCoq_NcNlU/TtBWn180nYI/AAAAAAAAEYw/crrx_06sJ2Y/s1600/102_4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679134372611267970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMCoq_NcNlU/TtBWn180nYI/AAAAAAAAEYw/crrx_06sJ2Y/s400/102_4326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper and Grams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7whyb4zEJIE/TtBWiXjDnmI/AAAAAAAAEYk/udj1dJJ73M4/s1600/102_4327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679134278550789730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7whyb4zEJIE/TtBWiXjDnmI/AAAAAAAAEYk/udj1dJJ73M4/s400/102_4327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooks feeding Harper her bottle-these two were so sweet together. Harper loved watching Brooks' every move and never took her eyes off of him. He loved taking care of her and playing with her toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdTR0F4GOxg/TtBWbMjldZI/AAAAAAAAEYY/yto57oLph2o/s1600/102_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679134155341133202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdTR0F4GOxg/TtBWbMjldZI/AAAAAAAAEYY/yto57oLph2o/s400/102_4329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camera shy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ii-tt8oeEd0/TtBWRjA9jMI/AAAAAAAAEYM/B8EZ7et0WqY/s1600/102_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679133989571235010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ii-tt8oeEd0/TtBWRjA9jMI/AAAAAAAAEYM/B8EZ7et0WqY/s400/102_4331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our best attempt of getting a picture of them with their turkey outfits on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rDfozmq0U8/TtBVqY0zHOI/AAAAAAAAEXo/Uhw6Ps_Peo4/s1600/102_4338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679133316820966626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rDfozmq0U8/TtBVqY0zHOI/AAAAAAAAEXo/Uhw6Ps_Peo4/s400/102_4338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-9150639674582787163?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/9150639674582787163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=9150639674582787163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/9150639674582787163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/9150639674582787163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykAzvJ3mmbg/TtBW9hCFPnI/AAAAAAAAEZI/o-1kohzO-j8/s72-c/102_4307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-3261029930563432796</id><published>2011-11-24T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:41:00.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JR81njNReFc/Tsqw9rHD-6I/AAAAAAAAEW4/rwBMhxk1x0A/s1600/IMG01344.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwE4OSIdUe8/Tsqw1e-D3fI/AAAAAAAAEWs/uR6Pt27qOcQ/s1600/IMG01343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677544713146850802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwE4OSIdUe8/Tsqw1e-D3fI/AAAAAAAAEWs/uR6Pt27qOcQ/s400/IMG01343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper got to big to bathe in the sink so we now put her in her big girl bathtub. She loves it. It has a toy bar on top and she will hit the toys with her hands and splash with her feet. Water goes everywhere but she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uzOMGQp1Hg/TsqwtwPTeWI/AAAAAAAAEWg/lmZ0ZHrJ5GI/s1600/IMG01339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677544580343626082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uzOMGQp1Hg/TsqwtwPTeWI/AAAAAAAAEWg/lmZ0ZHrJ5GI/s400/IMG01339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how Harper is reading the menu with her Granna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jB0VmCczCbc/TscaFg1TeKI/AAAAAAAAEVM/RzbmtmWQl8A/s1600/DSC_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676534537338976418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jB0VmCczCbc/TscaFg1TeKI/AAAAAAAAEVM/RzbmtmWQl8A/s400/DSC_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish they had these boots in my size!&lt;br /&gt;Chillin in my crib.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxciPEjSDP4/TscZT6DZkQI/AAAAAAAAEVA/jd3WxeAietQ/s1600/DSC_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676533685115523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxciPEjSDP4/TscZT6DZkQI/AAAAAAAAEVA/jd3WxeAietQ/s400/DSC_0521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGlfQJp7Mck/TscY3gDpBFI/AAAAAAAAEU0/K0uwXfiOWDg/s1600/DSC_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676533197100876882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGlfQJp7Mck/TscY3gDpBFI/AAAAAAAAEU0/K0uwXfiOWDg/s400/DSC_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two words- Sweet Pea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXwpH3DEs54/TscX7OkEPDI/AAAAAAAAEUo/k6q9f2l5CGg/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676532161612889138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXwpH3DEs54/TscX7OkEPDI/AAAAAAAAEUo/k6q9f2l5CGg/s400/DSC_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5825138665246811494-3261029930563432796?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/3261029930563432796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=3261029930563432796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3261029930563432796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3261029930563432796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/pure-cuteness.html' title='Pure Cuteness'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwE4OSIdUe8/Tsqw1e-D3fI/AAAAAAAAEWs/uR6Pt27qOcQ/s72-c/IMG01343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4365986634093689572</id><published>2011-11-18T20:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:12:02.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to Alabama so Paul could go hunting with my brother. This is what he asked for as his birthday gift. We joke alot about how he has gone hunting SO much this season when we thought he wouldn't get to go much with us having Harper. I am glad he has got to go. He works hard during the week and deserves to have time to enjoy his hobby. I'm just glad Hunting has seasons and it will soon be over! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-018HRhATXzQ/Tsqq9ptKDzI/AAAAAAAAEWU/_0GfRG54ITA/s1600/102_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677538256397930290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-018HRhATXzQ/Tsqq9ptKDzI/AAAAAAAAEWU/_0GfRG54ITA/s400/102_4303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another dress I made Harper. I originally bought the orange minky to make a halloween outfit but never found the free time. I made this one reversible so she would have one for Christmas too and save me some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jq_5ul5dpR8/TsccJzKSC5I/AAAAAAAAEWI/WxNLWVLgib4/s1600/102_4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676536810001533842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jq_5ul5dpR8/TsccJzKSC5I/AAAAAAAAEWI/WxNLWVLgib4/s400/102_4297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For my birthday my parents got me some pearl earrings. My mom and I met up with my grandmother and went to a local jewlery store so I could pick out the perfect pair. This is a shop the family has used alot in the past and knows the owners and a place we can really trust. Mom said she had looked other places but felt like they were ripping her off. Afterwards, we had lunch and went to a local children's boutique before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Bm4HIu4oU/Tscb2DT7uYI/AAAAAAAAEV8/kr4rtO78zEY/s1600/102_4296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676536470739597698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Bm4HIu4oU/Tscb2DT7uYI/AAAAAAAAEV8/kr4rtO78zEY/s400/102_4296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother gave Harper this doll while in the store and Harper grabbed it with both hands, smiled, and hugged her- so of course my grandmother had to buy it for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUKe2dRRsvQ/TscbMGa_FPI/AAAAAAAAEVk/s3i4tFeTMas/s1600/102_4298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676535750019978482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUKe2dRRsvQ/TscbMGa_FPI/AAAAAAAAEVk/s3i4tFeTMas/s400/102_4298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was her after we got home still loving on the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbplWRCAJjU/Tsca_FBCMYI/AAAAAAAAEVY/Ufzw5YAZJyI/s1600/102_4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676535526304395650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbplWRCAJjU/Tsca_FBCMYI/AAAAAAAAEVY/Ufzw5YAZJyI/s400/102_4300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought this adorable outfit and jacket for Harper. I cannot wait to pull out all of her christmas attire and start decorating the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4365986634093689572?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4365986634093689572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4365986634093689572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4365986634093689572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4365986634093689572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-018HRhATXzQ/Tsqq9ptKDzI/AAAAAAAAEWU/_0GfRG54ITA/s72-c/102_4303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7315235770876860387</id><published>2011-11-18T17:58:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:21:19.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies and milk with mrs. claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agboR0mN8Mw/Tsb_bPt1JdI/AAAAAAAAEUc/zq8hYAsq1sY/s1600/102_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, would someone please tell me the correct spelling for "claus" I have seen it in print as "claus" and "clause"??? this is really bothering me so if someone could tell me which it is I would appreciate it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nkzZ1dsSsE/Tsb_IWju-RI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/29hlaCrRHTU/s1600/102_4249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676504899306584338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nkzZ1dsSsE/Tsb_IWju-RI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/29hlaCrRHTU/s400/102_4249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday we took Harper to have cookies and milk with Mrs. Claus. Santa was too busy making toys and reading wish lists to come but Mrs. Claus came and read stories while we ate yummy chocolate chip cookies. Mimi and Granna got to come along for the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3JHyYit2uE/Tsb-3thy9VI/AAAAAAAAEUE/IO4_04hdTn0/s1600/102_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676504613414696274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3JHyYit2uE/Tsb-3thy9VI/AAAAAAAAEUE/IO4_04hdTn0/s400/102_4254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OBccFaxb7o/Tsb-meUJt_I/AAAAAAAAET4/IrrOs0QicPo/s1600/102_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676504317273159666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OBccFaxb7o/Tsb-meUJt_I/AAAAAAAAET4/IrrOs0QicPo/s400/102_4258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-xexZoFeoQ/Tsb9j8oqD0I/AAAAAAAAETg/iOBwzdwKRI0/s1600/102_4261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676503174360993602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-xexZoFeoQ/Tsb9j8oqD0I/AAAAAAAAETg/iOBwzdwKRI0/s400/102_4261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjIcZ-_f3pQ/Tsb8sXc-dDI/AAAAAAAAETI/tcOQi1HWPD0/s1600/102_4265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676502219487081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjIcZ-_f3pQ/Tsb8sXc-dDI/AAAAAAAAETI/tcOQi1HWPD0/s400/102_4265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know Harper is only 4 months old but if you think I was going to wait another year to enjoy all the fun Christmas activities you are crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyjcpFa8dfs/Tsb27QHQFaI/AAAAAAAAESw/JzeMPBetFzU/s1600/102_4268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676495878145185186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyjcpFa8dfs/Tsb27QHQFaI/AAAAAAAAESw/JzeMPBetFzU/s400/102_4268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shaking Santa's hand. She loves anyting that is shiny and glittery- yep! she is definately my child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_mqkrLupRM/Tsb2rOmxusI/AAAAAAAAESk/ea4tZwnBNuQ/s1600/102_4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676495602862635714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_mqkrLupRM/Tsb2rOmxusI/AAAAAAAAESk/ea4tZwnBNuQ/s400/102_4273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her face is so funny in this next picture. Look at those eyes- she is really wanting those cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmGIONFpJWk/Tsb2EWeqGpI/AAAAAAAAESM/JdxFMoYMlns/s1600/102_4277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676494934961166994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmGIONFpJWk/Tsb2EWeqGpI/AAAAAAAAESM/JdxFMoYMlns/s400/102_4277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She kept reaching for them and pulling them towards her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Trpermttcdw/Tsb1tsEasRI/AAAAAAAAESA/CUv8NFJ7R-g/s1600/102_4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676494545619693842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Trpermttcdw/Tsb1tsEasRI/AAAAAAAAESA/CUv8NFJ7R-g/s400/102_4279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhwppnVltMY/Tsb1N1_vhxI/AAAAAAAAER0/trp9CkupTYc/s1600/102_4280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676493998528628498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhwppnVltMY/Tsb1N1_vhxI/AAAAAAAAER0/trp9CkupTYc/s400/102_4280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really wanted to make her an outfit for this event and made the one she is wearing. I barely have the time to do it but know my window of opportunity to make her outfits is very small. Paul told me to just buy them because it is so stressful and I have very little free time but if it takes me a week to make the simplist of outfits, I will, because it means that much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAYcxFx-mwU/Tsb03ijNEzI/AAAAAAAAERo/nvTK2opi_C0/s1600/102_4282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676493615351534386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAYcxFx-mwU/Tsb03ijNEzI/AAAAAAAAERo/nvTK2opi_C0/s400/102_4282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She really wanted the cookies-once again, she is definately my child- I ended up eating both cookies......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxU3NN4gCpY/Tsb0fvgS0kI/AAAAAAAAERc/JzbSjYwlGVw/s1600/102_4290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676493206512128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxU3NN4gCpY/Tsb0fvgS0kI/AAAAAAAAERc/JzbSjYwlGVw/s400/102_4290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you won't let me eat the cookies, I will just eat the table!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-7315235770876860387?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7315235770876860387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7315235770876860387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7315235770876860387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7315235770876860387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/cookies-and-milk-with-mrs-claus.html' title='cookies and milk with mrs. claus'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nkzZ1dsSsE/Tsb_IWju-RI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/29hlaCrRHTU/s72-c/102_4249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7980134677935120738</id><published>2011-11-12T16:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:50:24.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KflHbscPL-Y/Tr7229C_XQI/AAAAAAAAERQ/Bm-6U7WSGO0/s1600/DSC_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674244004493876482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KflHbscPL-Y/Tr7229C_XQI/AAAAAAAAERQ/Bm-6U7WSGO0/s400/DSC_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As if putting my child in the pumpkin wasn't torture enough. Later that evening Paul and I took some photos of Harper on our deck. She was such a charachter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OyjfbpUCjU/Tr72wfmgLuI/AAAAAAAAERE/3-r9tot2PqY/s1600/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674243893510549218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OyjfbpUCjU/Tr72wfmgLuI/AAAAAAAAERE/3-r9tot2PqY/s400/DSC_0467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can tell by her laugh her daddy must have done something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oM0LHNh_RP4/Tr72pKyvGwI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/yr-LGN6kNGU/s1600/DSC_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674243767665629954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oM0LHNh_RP4/Tr72pKyvGwI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/yr-LGN6kNGU/s400/DSC_0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she is in the phase of blowing bubbles with her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCb1sDtakIA/Tr72a7ClDcI/AAAAAAAAEQs/UzCCIWcR29A/s1600/DSC_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674243522918944194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCb1sDtakIA/Tr72a7ClDcI/AAAAAAAAEQs/UzCCIWcR29A/s400/DSC_0449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pumpkin just her size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrVom9QkOtM/Tr72FSQgssI/AAAAAAAAEQU/RaJ-xEsCHhs/s1600/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674243151194272450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrVom9QkOtM/Tr72FSQgssI/AAAAAAAAEQU/RaJ-xEsCHhs/s400/DSC_0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I may have a cheerleader on my hands.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK48_wpt_Rw/Tr71-ZYr2aI/AAAAAAAAEQI/WuPenc3Q1oI/s1600/DSC_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674243032848521634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK48_wpt_Rw/Tr71-ZYr2aI/AAAAAAAAEQI/WuPenc3Q1oI/s400/DSC_0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDjJLLj6HEY/Tr71yXyuGHI/AAAAAAAAEP8/s2ko_BypBhI/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674242826262419570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDjJLLj6HEY/Tr71yXyuGHI/AAAAAAAAEP8/s2ko_BypBhI/s400/DSC_0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxX8bKfY434/Tr71mpgc_HI/AAAAAAAAEPw/zwLcDoMt4aU/s1600/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674242624859208818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxX8bKfY434/Tr71mpgc_HI/AAAAAAAAEPw/zwLcDoMt4aU/s400/DSC_0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she still can't quite sit up by herself but is getting stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucf014kUlZc/Tr71YuTYdoI/AAAAAAAAEPk/KdfPuuLFoYc/s1600/DSC_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674242385628395138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucf014kUlZc/Tr71YuTYdoI/AAAAAAAAEPk/KdfPuuLFoYc/s400/DSC_0413.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;look how little she is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-7980134677935120738?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7980134677935120738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7980134677935120738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7980134677935120738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7980134677935120738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-has-arrived.html' title='Fall has arrived'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KflHbscPL-Y/Tr7229C_XQI/AAAAAAAAERQ/Bm-6U7WSGO0/s72-c/DSC_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6053011267604865299</id><published>2011-11-05T22:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:38:10.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>This was one of the best Halloweens! I know each year it will only get better but we had so much fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;Harper's "school" had a Halloween Party and she got to wear her costume. They put out a sign up sheet in the foyer early in October for who could bring what. I was so excited to sign up for ghost cupcakes and pumpkin cookies but as I was about to sign the sheet Harper's teacher said "Oh, Mrs. Erwin the nursery doesn't participate in the Halloween festivites." I was so sad. I know the kids can't participate but I still wanted to bring some cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Thursday before Halloween there was a note in Harper's bag describing the festivities. On Friday, I asked her teacher if they were going to participate and she said yes!! I looked at the sign up sheet and it was almost full. I was not going to be the one mom that didn't bring anything so I called the lady in charge and asked her what she was lacking and what I could do. She put me in charge of a few small items then asked me to get some items for the nursery treat bags.&lt;br /&gt;Since they decided to participate late she didn't have anything for them and needed the items by the end of the day. Now I can do treat bags for older kids with spider rings, pencils, candy, etc. but what do you get for a 4 mo old in just a few hours!! I was able to find some small baby books and some halloween baby socks. I loved every minute of it. I called Paul and told him what I was doing. He said "you feel like a true mom today don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWcnNW7iKVc/TrX6sk1AxOI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/YoB1qkP8PnM/s1600/DSC_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671714949450220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWcnNW7iKVc/TrX6sk1AxOI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/YoB1qkP8PnM/s400/DSC_0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the PV school festival. The girl in charge was my age and turns out her husband knows Paul. She said the school wasn't going to do anything and so she took charge to put something small together. For the nursery they took the babies to get their picture made and that afternoon they got a treat bag and a halloween bib from all the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671714670510790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69g3bRPYXUE/TrX6cVsq1XI/AAAAAAAAEKE/9DGe0lgJfnU/s400/DSC_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Harper was an owl and was the cutest owl I've ever seen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Up4R5BCVTG0/TrX6OSr0ZiI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/a3gLN4z4ZUk/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671714429183747618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Up4R5BCVTG0/TrX6OSr0ZiI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/a3gLN4z4ZUk/s400/DSC_0481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had a pair of pink tights on but on the way to school she had a diaper blowout. (I know it seems she has them alot but she really doesn't, I just always seem to blog about it when she does. )I only put her tights and onesie on her in the car. Thankfully none got on her onesie and thankfully she wasn't wearing her costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AHBh9tjdQ8/TrX55hQw53I/AAAAAAAAEJs/okEcUHpfVTs/s1600/DSC_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671714072319551346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AHBh9tjdQ8/TrX55hQw53I/AAAAAAAAEJs/okEcUHpfVTs/s400/DSC_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this costume sooo much. I wish it would fit her next year so she could wear it again, oh and actually use the treat bag!! Isn't it funny that the bag is almost her size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAaugL0BIWQ/TrX5jXoLYXI/AAAAAAAAEJU/uXF6S34NGdA/s1600/DSC_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671713691776278898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAaugL0BIWQ/TrX5jXoLYXI/AAAAAAAAEJU/uXF6S34NGdA/s400/DSC_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxoZJ7sDUiM/TrX5T0BUQOI/AAAAAAAAEJI/OrsYf_RhaZE/s1600/harper%2Band%2Bbrady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671713424520003810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxoZJ7sDUiM/TrX5T0BUQOI/AAAAAAAAEJI/OrsYf_RhaZE/s400/harper%2Band%2Bbrady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night we went over to Paul's cousin's house for trick or treating. They live on a street that is know for trick or treaters on Halloween. Everyone goes there and almost everyone participates. Houses are decorated and there is candy galore. Brady was Goldilocks. She carried two stuffed bears and her mom was Papa Bear. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YkuPuWDgCiU/TrX46OtjsAI/AAAAAAAAEI8/6ZV5fpzyrFg/s1600/DSC_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671712985008287746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YkuPuWDgCiU/TrX46OtjsAI/AAAAAAAAEI8/6ZV5fpzyrFg/s400/DSC_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this was Harper when we got home!! I told Paul Halloween may now be my new favorite holiday!&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/5825138665246811494-6053011267604865299?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6053011267604865299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6053011267604865299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6053011267604865299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6053011267604865299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWcnNW7iKVc/TrX6sk1AxOI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/YoB1qkP8PnM/s72-c/DSC_0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4346483555075178119</id><published>2011-11-02T15:18:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:52:37.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wt0uhNPK5MQ/TrGtMdWeI5I/AAAAAAAAEHo/rxviXlxo34Q/s1600/DSC_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670503835385078674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wt0uhNPK5MQ/TrGtMdWeI5I/AAAAAAAAEHo/rxviXlxo34Q/s400/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am sure you all have seen the picture of the baby in the pumpkin on Pintrest, well I decided I wanted one too! Last Sunday we had an Open House for our home (more on that later) so we spent the afternoon at Paul's parents house and decided to give it a try. Poor Harper hated it. I don't think our pumpkin was big enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6SjjzTSzIc/TrGspJhNGLI/AAAAAAAAEHc/-TfIWhVYsng/s1600/DSC_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670503228765968562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6SjjzTSzIc/TrGspJhNGLI/AAAAAAAAEHc/-TfIWhVYsng/s400/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I was giving her a pep talk and apologizing for what I was about to do in the above picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Jl_aUvDp9g/TrGr_ywT4aI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Vk96KyCOKK4/s1600/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670502518280675746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Jl_aUvDp9g/TrGr_ywT4aI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Vk96KyCOKK4/s400/DSC_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyRYfP59DLw/TrGrflytBXI/AAAAAAAAEHE/1Pkgq-G-Mec/s1600/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670501965045237106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyRYfP59DLw/TrGrflytBXI/AAAAAAAAEHE/1Pkgq-G-Mec/s400/DSC_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWa199B4Sog/TrGq8aSPD1I/AAAAAAAAEG4/IaNokTA0flo/s1600/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670501360660844370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWa199B4Sog/TrGq8aSPD1I/AAAAAAAAEG4/IaNokTA0flo/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALSlDYVykZE/TrGqiyyp-zI/AAAAAAAAEGs/SLzgX33ZGwY/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670500920562678578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALSlDYVykZE/TrGqiyyp-zI/AAAAAAAAEGs/SLzgX33ZGwY/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you love her little flower bow? Paul bought it for her. He doesn't really care for bows so for him to pick one out and buy it for her is very special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GooDtBSEwew/TrGo_z6c2kI/AAAAAAAAEGg/W-TJwLZw0vY/s1600/DSC_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670499220056758850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GooDtBSEwew/TrGo_z6c2kI/AAAAAAAAEGg/W-TJwLZw0vY/s400/DSC_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday,Paul's parents neighborhood had a Fall Festival and we took Harper. Granna and Randad gave her a treat bag. I love how she is holding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsnIfu7AFnc/TrGn8y3zp8I/AAAAAAAAEGU/fAz8eR4FknU/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670498068725999554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsnIfu7AFnc/TrGn8y3zp8I/AAAAAAAAEGU/fAz8eR4FknU/s400/DSC_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cwPLnLx7PU/TrGnNPCOH-I/AAAAAAAAEGI/G80GFhqXzwY/s1600/DSC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670497251652149218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cwPLnLx7PU/TrGnNPCOH-I/AAAAAAAAEGI/G80GFhqXzwY/s400/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooks would "win" a prize for playing some of the games and he would want to take all of the prizes or liked to sit by the bucket and play with all of them. Kaylin was strawberry shortcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C67UXlE7fVY/TrGme4r100I/AAAAAAAAEF8/WKCZpjnqAn8/s1600/DSC_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670496455378719554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C67UXlE7fVY/TrGme4r100I/AAAAAAAAEF8/WKCZpjnqAn8/s400/DSC_0384.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/5825138665246811494-4346483555075178119?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4346483555075178119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4346483555075178119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4346483555075178119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4346483555075178119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-fall-festival.html' title='Halloween Fall Festival'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wt0uhNPK5MQ/TrGtMdWeI5I/AAAAAAAAEHo/rxviXlxo34Q/s72-c/DSC_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4876595013047515118</id><published>2011-11-01T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:09:47.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>phone photos</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Harper over the last few months taken on my phone. What did we ever do before cell phone cameras??? Some of my best pictures of her are on my phone. I think I would miss so many of her "little" moments if I didn't have my phone nearby. Sometimes if I am holding her and she does something cute I can enjoy the moment and take a quick photo on my phone rather than getting up to find the camera and interupting the moment. I apologize if I have already posted some of these, I can't remember what I have posted and what I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8QyMu1-7pI/Tq71OS01NcI/AAAAAAAAEFw/FSFCsTHRv0s/s1600/IMG01162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669738606826436034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8QyMu1-7pI/Tq71OS01NcI/AAAAAAAAEFw/FSFCsTHRv0s/s400/IMG01162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this may have been one of the first times I put her toy bar on her carseat. You can tell by the look on her face that she is intrigued by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwjUZWsh-V0/Tq71BFBiLpI/AAAAAAAAEFk/C-YzIstmbNE/s1600/IMG01159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669738379783319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwjUZWsh-V0/Tq71BFBiLpI/AAAAAAAAEFk/C-YzIstmbNE/s400/IMG01159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udKYPn8p8nk/Tq704DE3QhI/AAAAAAAAEFY/cBGsqAQd9eg/s1600/IMG01135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669738224641589778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udKYPn8p8nk/Tq704DE3QhI/AAAAAAAAEFY/cBGsqAQd9eg/s400/IMG01135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looking at this pic reminds of the cute polo outfit she has on. I got it an a consignment store brand new with tags for $5- good thing because she had a diaper blowout and it was so bad it was easier to just throw it away then try to save it. I think we tried washing it once but it could not be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6unfpDSjQ0/Tq70urC6cHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/DWdcKH0_YGE/s1600/IMG01117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669738063572136050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6unfpDSjQ0/Tq70urC6cHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/DWdcKH0_YGE/s400/IMG01117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpuNKd9REoY/Tq70nLuzvSI/AAAAAAAAEFA/O6zeazIwJvM/s1600/IMG01101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737934907227426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpuNKd9REoY/Tq70nLuzvSI/AAAAAAAAEFA/O6zeazIwJvM/s400/IMG01101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjcjTQ-HOzQ/Tq70bV1rvVI/AAAAAAAAEE0/T6VXOwFJKck/s1600/IMG01094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737731461987666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjcjTQ-HOzQ/Tq70bV1rvVI/AAAAAAAAEE0/T6VXOwFJKck/s400/IMG01094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; notice how the majority of my cell phone pics are of her in her carseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEk4c6nlqjY/Tq70TRGqvqI/AAAAAAAAEEo/YjqnfVb4mE0/s1600/IMG01077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669737592752094882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEk4c6nlqjY/Tq70TRGqvqI/AAAAAAAAEEo/YjqnfVb4mE0/s400/IMG01077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TeMdOs0Brg/Tq7szb8LmNI/AAAAAAAAEEc/YGcgqTUSIgc/s1600/IMG01271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729349323692242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TeMdOs0Brg/Tq7szb8LmNI/AAAAAAAAEEc/YGcgqTUSIgc/s400/IMG01271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knKAECz5Tnc/Tq7sqQbqS_I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/p_VEUi1OFq8/s1600/IMG01245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729191615679474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knKAECz5Tnc/Tq7sqQbqS_I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/p_VEUi1OFq8/s400/IMG01245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mimi wanted to know what Harper was wearing to church one Sunday so we took this and sent it to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCMsSxNCMf0/Tq7sjheBOII/AAAAAAAAEEE/dXV20Rqw2jE/s1600/IMG01188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729075929888898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCMsSxNCMf0/Tq7sjheBOII/AAAAAAAAEEE/dXV20Rqw2jE/s400/IMG01188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Paul is working out of town we send him photos of us telling him how much we love and miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpIQrVpHRZw/TqdvpNatQ5I/AAAAAAAAED4/BFvKsWWJm6E/s1600/IMG01158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667621409836057490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpIQrVpHRZw/TqdvpNatQ5I/AAAAAAAAED4/BFvKsWWJm6E/s400/IMG01158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLmizS3XSuA/Tqdviot6hbI/AAAAAAAAEDs/h1WG7cGyEK4/s1600/hogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667621296905291186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLmizS3XSuA/Tqdviot6hbI/AAAAAAAAEDs/h1WG7cGyEK4/s400/hogs.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4876595013047515118?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4876595013047515118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4876595013047515118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4876595013047515118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4876595013047515118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/phone-photos.html' title='phone photos'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8QyMu1-7pI/Tq71OS01NcI/AAAAAAAAEFw/FSFCsTHRv0s/s72-c/IMG01162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6139105312390655904</id><published>2011-10-29T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:18:00.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFNvYqNAPH4/Tqdue1MCN-I/AAAAAAAAEDg/by8uofh27fA/s1600/DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbzHJS3Ayio/TqduWLA4vVI/AAAAAAAAEDU/dAdtX4Asckg/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667619983261744466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbzHJS3Ayio/TqduWLA4vVI/AAAAAAAAEDU/dAdtX4Asckg/s400/DSC_0354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper started waking up at night and/or very early in the morning hungry. At her four month check up the doctor said to start her on rice, so we did. She hates it. I think she just hates the spoon fed part she would much rather have a bottle. We didn't take any pictures of the first feeding because Paul put it on video so our hands were tied but I had to take a picture so after I fed her and cleaned her I put her back in the high chair and let her hold her spoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSTIIUwFRV4/TqduPDJwY0I/AAAAAAAAEDI/bPXY8iK8Lgk/s1600/DSC_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667619860892377922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSTIIUwFRV4/TqduPDJwY0I/AAAAAAAAEDI/bPXY8iK8Lgk/s400/DSC_0359.JPG" /&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/5825138665246811494-6139105312390655904?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6139105312390655904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6139105312390655904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6139105312390655904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6139105312390655904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/rice.html' title='Rice'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbzHJS3Ayio/TqduWLA4vVI/AAAAAAAAEDU/dAdtX4Asckg/s72-c/DSC_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-196108413981272207</id><published>2011-10-26T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:14:21.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer Denim, Daddy's love and lots more!</title><content type='html'>I have so much catching up to do so here are some random photos. We have been super busy the past few weeks. Paul went out of town for 3 nights a few weeks ago and when he returned I was exhausted. I can usually handle 2 nights but 3 just about did me in! I was working, taking care of Harper, dealing with contractors for work on our house, catching up on the pile of embroidery orders on my kitchen table and taking care of the dogs. Paul would call at night and would jokingly ask if I had feed the dogs. To be honest there were a few nights that I would have to sit and think-did I???&lt;br /&gt;Then a few weekends ago I headed home to go to the Stovall Family reunion. I have made the trip before with just me and Harper but it was when she was younger and slept more. This time I was going alone and my 5 hour trip turned into a 7 hour trip and it was miserable. I had to stop and feed her 3 times and she didn't sleep very much and kept losing her paci. As if that wasn't bad enough, the day of the reunion I woke up at 4 am SICK!!! I thought it was food poisioning but later found out if was a virus. My mom had to stay at home with me and she took care of Harper for 2 days. On Sunday I felt better but my mom woke up with it, that is how we determined it was a virus. Thankfully Harper never got it. Before my dad left for the reunion he came and asked if he needed to take me to the doctor. I told him I would wait an hour and see but in my head I was thinking I needed an ambulance to come get me and take me to the ER because I wouldn't be able to ride in a car. -ha!&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my mom came to Arkansas because Paul had a guys weekend planned. I had Harpers 3 month pictures scheduled and knew I could use an extra pair of hands. She left work early on Thursday night and was scheduled to arrive at 8 pm. She didn't arrive until 11:30!!!! She got caught in a traffic jam due to a hay truck catching on fire and sat on the interstate with her car turned off for 3 hours!!! She was only 30 minutes from my house!!! SOOOO needless to say we have had bad luck lately!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AA3YCN3hVNg/Tqc7amkiQ5I/AAAAAAAAEC8/dwrjra1OJQQ/s1600/104_4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563984285483922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AA3YCN3hVNg/Tqc7amkiQ5I/AAAAAAAAEC8/dwrjra1OJQQ/s400/104_4234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper got her first pair of designer denim!!!! I found these adorable Seven jeans at TJMaxx-my favorite store ever!! I wasn't going to buy them for a number of reasons but I text a picture of them to Paul and he said "buy them." He is what I call a jean snob and a few days before we needed some jeans for her to wear to school and I didn't have any so I got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YsSj2SdZqV0/Tqc7XkIm0BI/AAAAAAAAECw/8_bctQVqLaM/s1600/104_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563932091863058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YsSj2SdZqV0/Tqc7XkIm0BI/AAAAAAAAECw/8_bctQVqLaM/s400/104_4237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella found her a comfy spot complete with a head rest!! The other night I had Harper laying on the bed and Bella was beside her, Harper was smiling and Bella's tail was going back and forth across her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sVNSobu4TC0/Tqc7PCFSx9I/AAAAAAAAECk/sFN1ISmGpeY/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563785512208338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sVNSobu4TC0/Tqc7PCFSx9I/AAAAAAAAECk/sFN1ISmGpeY/s400/DSC_0345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a list of things that needed to be in Harper's diaper bag for school in case Paul ever needs to pack it in the mornings. He added something he said I forgot to put down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZPop7bLXSc/Tqc7Kl4acmI/AAAAAAAAECY/yii7cvf0zAY/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563709222515298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZPop7bLXSc/Tqc7Kl4acmI/AAAAAAAAECY/yii7cvf0zAY/s400/DSC_0340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above picture is Harper's first time sitting in her high chair. We gave her a few toys and she was content for a while giving mommy some time to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-V6CNYADtQ/Tqc7FmHnsAI/AAAAAAAAECM/g-rPtf12jT0/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563623386951682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-V6CNYADtQ/Tqc7FmHnsAI/AAAAAAAAECM/g-rPtf12jT0/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is her one morning just a talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHpso0sBH5k/Tqc6-qK941I/AAAAAAAAECA/uY1aRs1JY2Y/s1600/DSC_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563504215647058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHpso0sBH5k/Tqc6-qK941I/AAAAAAAAECA/uY1aRs1JY2Y/s400/DSC_0350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gPJVK_fdc0/Tqc649Q4TrI/AAAAAAAAEB0/0gfdYGVAuu8/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563406261505714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gPJVK_fdc0/Tqc649Q4TrI/AAAAAAAAEB0/0gfdYGVAuu8/s400/DSC_0360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last, this was her this morning before school-she fell asleep playing on her playmat-When she is tired she will sleep anywhere-Hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-196108413981272207?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/196108413981272207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=196108413981272207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/196108413981272207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/196108413981272207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/designer-denim-daddys-love-and-lots.html' title='Designer Denim, Daddy&apos;s love and lots more!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AA3YCN3hVNg/Tqc7amkiQ5I/AAAAAAAAEC8/dwrjra1OJQQ/s72-c/104_4234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2348236591105077396</id><published>2011-10-25T17:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:16:08.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUZ0RqAXN00/Tqc0xt8rJiI/AAAAAAAAEBo/3uLc-tfziYs/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667556684821374498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUZ0RqAXN00/Tqc0xt8rJiI/AAAAAAAAEBo/3uLc-tfziYs/s400/DSC_0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrP_VE5zIwY/Tqc0r6_dwrI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Aog7355Zy0A/s1600/DSC_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667556585243525810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrP_VE5zIwY/Tqc0r6_dwrI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Aog7355Zy0A/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RFA8LppinQ/Tqc0lNRHVnI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/379cEdEylFg/s1600/DSC_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667556469890307698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RFA8LppinQ/Tqc0lNRHVnI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/379cEdEylFg/s400/DSC_0366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVblnM3hrPM/Tqc0gAie0mI/AAAAAAAAEBE/nKSE07Xu7BU/s1600/DSC_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667556380574143074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVblnM3hrPM/Tqc0gAie0mI/AAAAAAAAEBE/nKSE07Xu7BU/s400/DSC_0368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4c2FNqLKMA/Tqc0YkRepyI/AAAAAAAAEA4/4x6qE6D4lyI/s1600/DSC_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667556252727551778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4c2FNqLKMA/Tqc0YkRepyI/AAAAAAAAEA4/4x6qE6D4lyI/s400/DSC_0369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81l8z64UtJU/Tqc0RnZtp2I/AAAAAAAAEAs/Kud1O2sbR58/s1600/DSC_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667556133308311394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81l8z64UtJU/Tqc0RnZtp2I/AAAAAAAAEAs/Kud1O2sbR58/s400/DSC_0370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iS2Ice8U7N4/TqcziPHh6yI/AAAAAAAAEAg/vBsGwDr-aH4/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667555319335742242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iS2Ice8U7N4/TqcziPHh6yI/AAAAAAAAEAg/vBsGwDr-aH4/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 4 months you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are 13 lbs and 10 oz (50%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;25 inches long (80%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;head circumference 16 (40%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep in your crib and usually sleep all night. You now sleep on your side (just like your momma)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;could be teething, you are drooling alot and love chewing on your fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have had a stuffy nose lately &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;moved up in bottle size and are now eating about 6 oz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are a size 2 diaper, they are a little big but the size 1 got too tight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the pumpkin patch- twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have rolled over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you talk all the time and every once in a while I will hear your laugh. It is my most favorite sound! It doesn't come out often but I love it when it does&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;your "school" teachers love you. They always whisper to me how much they love having you in their class and how good you are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sat in your high chair for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;love your playgym and can now hold the rings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;held your rattle and loved trying to figure it out and shake it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you are always smiling. Your smile is so contagious. I think you may be one of those people that everyone wants to be around because you are always smiling and happy. I love this about you and pray you continue to be happy and always have something to smile about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/5825138665246811494-2348236591105077396?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2348236591105077396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2348236591105077396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2348236591105077396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2348236591105077396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUZ0RqAXN00/Tqc0xt8rJiI/AAAAAAAAEBo/3uLc-tfziYs/s72-c/DSC_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-5908747240133975384</id><published>2011-10-22T08:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:29:21.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6oeM5dYJxA/TqLDciRBH0I/AAAAAAAAEAU/rkvF5Vnv22I/s1600/pp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666306176187440962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6oeM5dYJxA/TqLDciRBH0I/AAAAAAAAEAU/rkvF5Vnv22I/s400/pp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One Saturday morning we met up with Paul's parents for breakfast at Ozark then went shopping for pumpkins and hay!! There is a local church that had a ton of pumpkins so we went there and even got a corn stalk. Nothing says fall like a corn stalk! The hay we got from a local nursery. We have a large wrap around deck on the back of our house and I wanted to create a fall display out there so I could take pictures of Harper in all of her fall/halloween outfits. I have yet to take any of her out there but that isn't to say I haven't tried. Lately it has been too hot and it's too hard to do by myself. I need an extra pair of hands!! The display looks great regardless and thankfully the dogs have not "relieved" themselves on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLIwieGpKb4/TqLDXvN3_YI/AAAAAAAAEAI/GYeK-caaups/s1600/pp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666306093764574594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLIwieGpKb4/TqLDXvN3_YI/AAAAAAAAEAI/GYeK-caaups/s400/pp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZIJB5JsgHU/TqLC_gJ5GuI/AAAAAAAAD_w/DmSNtZpQq1w/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666305677404478178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZIJB5JsgHU/TqLC_gJ5GuI/AAAAAAAAD_w/DmSNtZpQq1w/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell it was game day!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEzw3DX48eI/TqLCCvUNBYI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/cQzuKskT9Cc/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666304633502238082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEzw3DX48eI/TqLCCvUNBYI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/cQzuKskT9Cc/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SW03Qovm0LA/TqLB4dtv13I/AAAAAAAAD_M/JZE6AW_CVrI/s1600/IMG01241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666304456978847602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SW03Qovm0LA/TqLB4dtv13I/AAAAAAAAD_M/JZE6AW_CVrI/s400/IMG01241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtoW1jx38i0/TqLBzJaOADI/AAAAAAAAD_A/1hCLDqIyB6Q/s1600/pp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666304365628882994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtoW1jx38i0/TqLBzJaOADI/AAAAAAAAD_A/1hCLDqIyB6Q/s400/pp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KWnNygRex8/TqLBtUurNDI/AAAAAAAAD-0/3WSmgzI6zXM/s1600/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666304265588257842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KWnNygRex8/TqLBtUurNDI/AAAAAAAAD-0/3WSmgzI6zXM/s400/DSC_0266.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-5908747240133975384?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/5908747240133975384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=5908747240133975384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5908747240133975384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5908747240133975384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkins-galore.html' title='Pumpkins Galore'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6oeM5dYJxA/TqLDciRBH0I/AAAAAAAAEAU/rkvF5Vnv22I/s72-c/pp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2719389755884776787</id><published>2011-10-19T21:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:17:54.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVbqOsWkYuY/Tp-DmYpoIYI/AAAAAAAAD-c/dYlVgiBIalY/s1600/DSC_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665391551730688386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVbqOsWkYuY/Tp-DmYpoIYI/AAAAAAAAD-c/dYlVgiBIalY/s400/DSC_0335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we ever had Harper I would dream of the day when we would have kids and we could go to the pumpkin patch, that and taking them to see Santa! I was so excited to take her- even if she is a baby and can't pick out her own pumpkin! I made sure she was well fed before we went and think I overfed her because she spit up the entire time we were there. Her shirt was so wet! It was sooo hot and because of that we didn't stay very long but we did have a great time while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_M-nsBObiQ/Tp-DgI9sJuI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/jzOGpneHXvU/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665391444440655586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_M-nsBObiQ/Tp-DgI9sJuI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/jzOGpneHXvU/s400/DSC_0303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SKPDsTLvjxs/Tp-DT6kpbeI/AAAAAAAAD-E/Lrauo6-vl0g/s1600/DSC_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665391234419092962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SKPDsTLvjxs/Tp-DT6kpbeI/AAAAAAAAD-E/Lrauo6-vl0g/s400/DSC_0307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSbJgGG2oWg/Tp-DNs_uFMI/AAAAAAAAD94/0QCY6jFxV70/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665391127695332546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSbJgGG2oWg/Tp-DNs_uFMI/AAAAAAAAD94/0QCY6jFxV70/s400/DSC_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Harper spit up all over this pumpkin right after we took this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FppiR4omtcw/Tp-DBocb5II/AAAAAAAAD9s/r6dmLONzS9c/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665390920315167874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FppiR4omtcw/Tp-DBocb5II/AAAAAAAAD9s/r6dmLONzS9c/s400/DSC_0318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGtgvtDWchA/Tp-C3aULM2I/AAAAAAAAD9g/ABZDFz22HlY/s1600/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665390744723731298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGtgvtDWchA/Tp-C3aULM2I/AAAAAAAAD9g/ABZDFz22HlY/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul with his little pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc72wEMG64A/Tp-Cxay-t7I/AAAAAAAAD9U/4u0Y4yNOIdQ/s1600/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665390641773721522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc72wEMG64A/Tp-Cxay-t7I/AAAAAAAAD9U/4u0Y4yNOIdQ/s400/DSC_0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can you say precious??!! She's so little!!&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/5825138665246811494-2719389755884776787?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2719389755884776787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2719389755884776787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2719389755884776787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2719389755884776787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-2011.html' title='Pumpkin Patch 2011'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVbqOsWkYuY/Tp-DmYpoIYI/AAAAAAAAD-c/dYlVgiBIalY/s72-c/DSC_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6976961555625909731</id><published>2011-10-10T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:39:00.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Boys and Girls down on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AR_W-z5LsVM/TpEAdCkuRaI/AAAAAAAAD9M/kklRXWDzhi0/s1600/group%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306705488528802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AR_W-z5LsVM/TpEAdCkuRaI/AAAAAAAAD9M/kklRXWDzhi0/s400/group%2Bphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who would have thought that a group of best friends from college would create this??? Oh I love this picture. These girls are everything to me and to see where the Lord has taken us in life and all the blessings he has given to us puts a big smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HXngXCrTeI/TpEAY3A29dI/AAAAAAAAD9E/BDiUcnLBW28/s1600/girls%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306633665836498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HXngXCrTeI/TpEAY3A29dI/AAAAAAAAD9E/BDiUcnLBW28/s400/girls%2Bphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weekends ago we got together for our annual girls weekend (we do it once in the spring and once in the fall) This time we brought along our families. Kelsey's family has a house about 45 minutes north of Nashville and we all stayed there. It is on her family's farm so there was alot of outdoor country fun! The kids had a blast and loved being with one another. They would play and run and did alot of laughing. We even let them jump on the blow up mattress and they thought that was the best thing ever. Thankfully, no one had to go to the ER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIyl4h3NxEw/TpEAO9CXPbI/AAAAAAAAD80/lKHBO5FH2JY/s1600/pear%2Bpicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306463484067250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIyl4h3NxEw/TpEAO9CXPbI/AAAAAAAAD80/lKHBO5FH2JY/s400/pear%2Bpicking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this picture precious. Kelsey is leading everyone to the pear tree for some pear picking! They got TONS of pears. Kelsey later made everyone pear preserves to take home and even made a pear cobbler!!! It was so good to see the kids have fun doing outdoor nature activities. Today it seems we can only entertain children with electronics or toys but I will tell you the entire weekend there was no tv, no games, and these kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76Qlvj_1S2o/TpD-tg3KJ5I/AAAAAAAAD8s/8XBqzvXm_bU/s1600/102_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661304789473568658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76Qlvj_1S2o/TpD-tg3KJ5I/AAAAAAAAD8s/8XBqzvXm_bU/s400/102_4197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L27sKjVunl4/TpD-pGkoq_I/AAAAAAAAD8k/zpnBKD89PxM/s1600/102_4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661304713697078258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L27sKjVunl4/TpD-pGkoq_I/AAAAAAAAD8k/zpnBKD89PxM/s400/102_4201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "little pumpkin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAosuFDepiY/TpD-l2qf3ZI/AAAAAAAAD8c/UJDwGnOMt5Q/s1600/102_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661304657887092114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAosuFDepiY/TpD-l2qf3ZI/AAAAAAAAD8c/UJDwGnOMt5Q/s400/102_4202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gave Paul a "hallpass" for the weekend. Since we were basically in Nashville he went to visit some of his friends. I missed him alot! After I told him all that we did, he wished he was with us. Next time, he will definately go. It was a bit challenging taking care of Harper all by myself for 2 days away from home. Thankfully my friends were there to help me out- but still it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qv0JzMRorwg/TpD-bJsB4xI/AAAAAAAAD8U/3WKdDQLSojk/s1600/102_4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661304474015228690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qv0JzMRorwg/TpD-bJsB4xI/AAAAAAAAD8U/3WKdDQLSojk/s400/102_4212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper's first BonFire. We also had the most delicious smores!!! I ate 3!! Afterwards I wanted to puke but they were so good and I didn't know when I would get another chance to have one roasted over the fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5os_pd6mFgQ/TpD82K-Yg_I/AAAAAAAAD8M/mA7loPkfaC0/s1600/CIMG2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661302739193857010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5os_pd6mFgQ/TpD82K-Yg_I/AAAAAAAAD8M/mA7loPkfaC0/s400/CIMG2415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture too!! My best friend, Jodi and I carrying our new babies at the pumpkin patch. Her baby boy Cooper is just a few months younger than Harper. It was really windy so we kept blankets over their heads. The last we wanted was an ear infection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27KtC6eZNfk/TpD8pUxnFBI/AAAAAAAAD8E/tz2IISR_8cE/s1600/CIMG2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661302518486340626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27KtC6eZNfk/TpD8pUxnFBI/AAAAAAAAD8E/tz2IISR_8cE/s400/CIMG2423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddos with the pumpkins they picked from the patch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynrpnzT3lJQ/TpD8dFPsmLI/AAAAAAAAD78/OnmRjczRwuw/s1600/CIMG2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661302308159133874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynrpnzT3lJQ/TpD8dFPsmLI/AAAAAAAAD78/OnmRjczRwuw/s400/CIMG2439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also had roasted hot dogs and corn on the cob that was roasted over the fire in its shucks- so yummy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cdcw25aNqg/TpD8W7ZxNbI/AAAAAAAAD70/tcoWDExKrdo/s1600/CIMG2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661302202437809586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cdcw25aNqg/TpD8W7ZxNbI/AAAAAAAAD70/tcoWDExKrdo/s400/CIMG2441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-QMwIMUmvA/TpD8RaCcspI/AAAAAAAAD7s/AqEkpCVX2fI/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661302107582280338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-QMwIMUmvA/TpD8RaCcspI/AAAAAAAAD7s/AqEkpCVX2fI/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;I could not have asked for a better baby. I thank God for her every single day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-6976961555625909731?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6976961555625909731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6976961555625909731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6976961555625909731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6976961555625909731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/country-boys-and-girls-down-on-farm.html' title='Country Boys and Girls down on the Farm'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AR_W-z5LsVM/TpEAdCkuRaI/AAAAAAAAD9M/kklRXWDzhi0/s72-c/group%2Bphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2221114756353708197</id><published>2011-10-08T15:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:29:38.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper meets Henslee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_N118S2wlM/TpCwiqeS9SI/AAAAAAAAD7k/h657VfdtVI8/s1600/104_4174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661218841168114978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_N118S2wlM/TpCwiqeS9SI/AAAAAAAAD7k/h657VfdtVI8/s400/104_4174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weekends ago we went to Nashville and Harper was able to meet Henslee for the first time. Henslee's parents, Chad and Meghan are very good friends of ours. Chad and Paul went to college together and lived with each other for a few years after. Henslee is only one month younger than Harper. Only God could have blessed us both with two beautiful girls only a month apart in age, especially since Meghan and Chad weren't even trying to have a baby and they didn't find out the sex of the baby until she was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_O1hVSXu4og/TpCwQIam0oI/AAAAAAAAD7c/5S6r0ltASWQ/s1600/104_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661218522788188802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_O1hVSXu4og/TpCwQIam0oI/AAAAAAAAD7c/5S6r0ltASWQ/s400/104_4176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two VERY proud Daddy's. I am so glad we get to go through the stages of their life together. I am always texting Meghan getting advice or asking her questions. We are both new to this so it helps to have someone else going through the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VE0qN9mbhdg/TpCwItO07pI/AAAAAAAAD7U/TsP2c6mKIl8/s1600/104_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661218395231940242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VE0qN9mbhdg/TpCwItO07pI/AAAAAAAAD7U/TsP2c6mKIl8/s400/104_4179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the photo's Harper grabbed Henslee's hand. Meghan and I both squealed and screamed over how adorable that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWFFHYgpEM4/TpCvOjT1_vI/AAAAAAAAD7E/p7PBDdsfItI/s1600/104_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661217396136214258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWFFHYgpEM4/TpCvOjT1_vI/AAAAAAAAD7E/p7PBDdsfItI/s400/104_4184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite outfits right now that Harper has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2A8qm_NW-Q/TpCvA45PaqI/AAAAAAAAD68/OMb2uNeDFU0/s1600/104_4185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661217161412045474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2A8qm_NW-Q/TpCvA45PaqI/AAAAAAAAD68/OMb2uNeDFU0/s400/104_4185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adorable little tushie!&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/5825138665246811494-2221114756353708197?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2221114756353708197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2221114756353708197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2221114756353708197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2221114756353708197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/harper-meets-henslee.html' title='Harper meets Henslee'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_N118S2wlM/TpCwiqeS9SI/AAAAAAAAD7k/h657VfdtVI8/s72-c/104_4174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8718762211427205736</id><published>2011-10-07T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:28:00.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach 2011 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9eTCSNBKaI/To5VXVpP48I/AAAAAAAAD6U/Ou9ulnDdNI4/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660555641086796738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9eTCSNBKaI/To5VXVpP48I/AAAAAAAAD6U/Ou9ulnDdNI4/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over the Labor Day we went to Destin with my family. We went with my extended family for the holiday weekend and spent the rest of the week with just my parents. Unfortunately we got hit by the tropical storm and only had 2 sunny days. Even though the weather was bad we had some wonderful family time and made a lot of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mAI3-3Mq-lk/To5VO5zVZzI/AAAAAAAAD6M/T3hFgG_UO6Y/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660555496173954866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mAI3-3Mq-lk/To5VO5zVZzI/AAAAAAAAD6M/T3hFgG_UO6Y/s400/DSC_0138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSwLvZf1z4g/To5TrzAPjuI/AAAAAAAAD6E/3wpgju3okTI/s1600/104_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660553793542000354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSwLvZf1z4g/To5TrzAPjuI/AAAAAAAAD6E/3wpgju3okTI/s400/104_4119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LUOzfPaGkgU/To5TmMU22xI/AAAAAAAAD58/JAqxH2QtOQI/s1600/104_4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660553697260133138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LUOzfPaGkgU/To5TmMU22xI/AAAAAAAAD58/JAqxH2QtOQI/s400/104_4133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One night the guys stayed in to watch football so we had a girls night and went out to dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_K1bbcvGQM/To5Th17cPMI/AAAAAAAAD50/V_ikkxO5wmA/s1600/104_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660553622528474306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_K1bbcvGQM/To5Th17cPMI/AAAAAAAAD50/V_ikkxO5wmA/s400/104_4135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my cousins, aren't they all sooo beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xG9nBcV6ZdA/To5TasAwYnI/AAAAAAAAD5s/YkunNMaYlB8/s1600/104_4125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660553499607327346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xG9nBcV6ZdA/To5TasAwYnI/AAAAAAAAD5s/YkunNMaYlB8/s400/104_4125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUZ_aB_sejQ/To5TWLSxnuI/AAAAAAAAD5k/LnGIEovFhFo/s1600/104_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660553422105059042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUZ_aB_sejQ/To5TWLSxnuI/AAAAAAAAD5k/LnGIEovFhFo/s400/104_4128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jVZXtUPF2A/To5S8nFGftI/AAAAAAAAD5c/A7K09xiruUQ/s1600/104_4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660552982887300818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jVZXtUPF2A/To5S8nFGftI/AAAAAAAAD5c/A7K09xiruUQ/s400/104_4142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken before church on Sunday. We went to this really small church that was basically one room. There was no nursery and the bathroom was tiny. My family made up half of the attendance number! no joke! As soon as I walked in and saw how small it was I got nervous. I didn't know what I would do if Harper started to cry because the only place to go was to a room behind the auditorium that was only seperated room divider. Well..... Harper got the toots during church!! At first I thought they would be discrete but then we got the smell. She had pooped through her diaper and had it all over her smocked crab dress. So.... my mom and I take her to the room seperated by the divider and changed her, trying so hard to not make noise or to have her cry. It was aweful but oh so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtslfxdTJus/To5SQySLMtI/AAAAAAAAD5U/Ef6N_1eLZkY/s1600/104_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660552229980680914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtslfxdTJus/To5SQySLMtI/AAAAAAAAD5U/Ef6N_1eLZkY/s400/104_4136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kT3sPR-IIA/To5RvAtpPhI/AAAAAAAAD5M/sawA8-VmkS8/s1600/104_4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660551649738440210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kT3sPR-IIA/To5RvAtpPhI/AAAAAAAAD5M/sawA8-VmkS8/s400/104_4143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2YAqIwXAx4/To5RbFkDzjI/AAAAAAAAD48/Fz0kKqETtYQ/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660551307443031602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2YAqIwXAx4/To5RbFkDzjI/AAAAAAAAD48/Fz0kKqETtYQ/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1p-YSnQBV0/To5RGwsMAxI/AAAAAAAAD4k/mzRIfsGDR9Y/s1600/104_4115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660550958242595602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1p-YSnQBV0/To5RGwsMAxI/AAAAAAAAD4k/mzRIfsGDR9Y/s400/104_4115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sm12GP9yMV4/To5RBUhdSCI/AAAAAAAAD4c/NUNv_xjQMxE/s1600/104_4120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660550864782051362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sm12GP9yMV4/To5RBUhdSCI/AAAAAAAAD4c/NUNv_xjQMxE/s400/104_4120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many people does it take to give Harper a bath??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660550444462792562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMVLJbf4QsE/To5Qo2tiX3I/AAAAAAAAD4U/WuJQsrCgl8g/s400/104_4146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660531739686727298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j632zg8li_0/To4_oF_Z7oI/AAAAAAAAD4M/wvd6v3Hggnw/s400/104_4148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the above pictures at lunch after church. I took the first one and we all thought it was funny that my mom was SO excited to be in the picture with Paul and that my dad was not. He insisted I take another and that's what we got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdunuJkFJiQ/To4_a-k8CgI/AAAAAAAAD4E/DagdwTb8Wu8/s1600/104_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660531514358368770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdunuJkFJiQ/To4_a-k8CgI/AAAAAAAAD4E/DagdwTb8Wu8/s400/104_4150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul heard of this new restaurant called Stinky's so went and tried it one night. It was by far the best meal we had. The chef is from Louisiana so we all had the shrimp and grits and it was so good I can't even describe it to you! They also won best key lime pie from Southern Living magazine so we had some of that too and it also was undescribeable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZuVt_PoviQ/To4_WBKAnCI/AAAAAAAAD38/HNHmKfarlC0/s1600/104_4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660531429151382562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZuVt_PoviQ/To4_WBKAnCI/AAAAAAAAD38/HNHmKfarlC0/s400/104_4152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9z3gHk3o98/To4_PlyWrsI/AAAAAAAAD30/LYJVUaCT8b8/s1600/104_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660531318725193410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9z3gHk3o98/To4_PlyWrsI/AAAAAAAAD30/LYJVUaCT8b8/s400/104_4153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G63xBCcSvXI/To4_D8W_uWI/AAAAAAAAD3k/ow53XKdEPe0/s1600/104_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660531118626027874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G63xBCcSvXI/To4_D8W_uWI/AAAAAAAAD3k/ow53XKdEPe0/s400/104_4157.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8718762211427205736?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8718762211427205736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8718762211427205736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8718762211427205736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8718762211427205736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/beach-2011-part-1.html' title='The Beach 2011 Part 1'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9eTCSNBKaI/To5VXVpP48I/AAAAAAAAD6U/Ou9ulnDdNI4/s72-c/DSC_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-525387247702745573</id><published>2011-10-07T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:45:00.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach 2011 part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrZmxQmKLqA/To5buYCIq9I/AAAAAAAAD6k/oH9PkyOEs6Y/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660562633934810066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrZmxQmKLqA/To5buYCIq9I/AAAAAAAAD6k/oH9PkyOEs6Y/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny, Funny story- Paul and I were sitting in some beach rental chairs located behind my parents who were sittting in beach chairs under the tent. Paul (who loves to pick on my dad) took a few cheez its and threw them perfectly beside my dad's chair without him knowing. Instantly, a flock of birds flew towards my parents. All we hear is my dad scream "what is going on?" as he and my mom jump out of their chairs to avoid the birds. Paul and I are laughing hysterically and we show them the cheez its. I had to photograph the birds to remember just how funny it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A8NXhTn8OI/To5bm3IOA_I/AAAAAAAAD6c/Ijsc73RcwCI/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660562504842871794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A8NXhTn8OI/To5bm3IOA_I/AAAAAAAAD6c/Ijsc73RcwCI/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul brought me this shell from the ocean- he said I would like it because it was "animal print!" Isn't it beautiful? I have never seen one like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5Xy3rG5ups/To49PelZgrI/AAAAAAAAD3U/HrAfKq5DQgA/s1600/104_4122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660529117768549042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5Xy3rG5ups/To49PelZgrI/AAAAAAAAD3U/HrAfKq5DQgA/s400/104_4122.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cJTAKQB2Nc/To49BitmaWI/AAAAAAAAD3M/XhNUMdJEmnE/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528878358522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cJTAKQB2Nc/To49BitmaWI/AAAAAAAAD3M/XhNUMdJEmnE/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTmxYPr197s/To48vBm72ZI/AAAAAAAAD28/_G32v2KQxf4/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528560234551698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTmxYPr197s/To48vBm72ZI/AAAAAAAAD28/_G32v2KQxf4/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can I take this off now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hje84msXNFQ/To48gOCNRDI/AAAAAAAAD20/DbVHLF89cuM/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528305872127026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hje84msXNFQ/To48gOCNRDI/AAAAAAAAD20/DbVHLF89cuM/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper first trip to the donut hole- a Destin tradition-yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKM02nCX8IQ/To48VB9X_cI/AAAAAAAAD2s/1DchR5a6iRM/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528113652071874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKM02nCX8IQ/To48VB9X_cI/AAAAAAAAD2s/1DchR5a6iRM/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she loves chewing on her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvH2E4sk49Q/To48M6om_II/AAAAAAAAD2k/Kq4adFvfuWE/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660527974246972546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvH2E4sk49Q/To48M6om_II/AAAAAAAAD2k/Kq4adFvfuWE/s400/DSC_0054.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/-IaeAdzOuSio/To48CIShQ4I/AAAAAAAAD2c/MpCYIK9oeyw/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660527788933858178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaeAdzOuSio/To48CIShQ4I/AAAAAAAAD2c/MpCYIK9oeyw/s400/DSC_0062.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/-wL1-SZZ-0-o/To472V-MyoI/AAAAAAAAD2U/Zfh499usCMo/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660527586448296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wL1-SZZ-0-o/To472V-MyoI/AAAAAAAAD2U/Zfh499usCMo/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take a picture of our beach set up- the portable swing makes me laugh, but we used it alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiGv_ThApTg/To47nxxXB4I/AAAAAAAAD2M/3Hh5LUFjlhM/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660527336212596610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiGv_ThApTg/To47nxxXB4I/AAAAAAAAD2M/3Hh5LUFjlhM/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This face is hilarious, I wonder what she is thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkawn4vqPjI/To47W1O06KI/AAAAAAAAD18/S44zvlfSzUA/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660527045083719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkawn4vqPjI/To47W1O06KI/AAAAAAAAD18/S44zvlfSzUA/s400/DSC_0066.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lI-gMOYdlew/To47PlHKF5I/AAAAAAAAD10/2oD3wn7X9ss/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660526920497502098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lI-gMOYdlew/To47PlHKF5I/AAAAAAAAD10/2oD3wn7X9ss/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul said something funny that made us both laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwzYbnLaWN4/To466G_nLuI/AAAAAAAAD1k/lsnhBNhj0RQ/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660526551635537634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwzYbnLaWN4/To466G_nLuI/AAAAAAAAD1k/lsnhBNhj0RQ/s400/DSC_0080.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaAyhvzzflw/To46q7afkbI/AAAAAAAAD1c/i5Hoqrc8ycY/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660526290829021618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaAyhvzzflw/To46q7afkbI/AAAAAAAAD1c/i5Hoqrc8ycY/s400/DSC_0095.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnwgNqma0vk/To46eYrpxXI/AAAAAAAAD1U/5olN-WRmFpg/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660526075347322226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnwgNqma0vk/To46eYrpxXI/AAAAAAAAD1U/5olN-WRmFpg/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had a mini breakdown one afternoon&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBMfflshSWE/To46LMedDMI/AAAAAAAAD1E/7kZrHqNr1k0/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660525745653222594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBMfflshSWE/To46LMedDMI/AAAAAAAAD1E/7kZrHqNr1k0/s400/DSC_0146.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-525387247702745573?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/525387247702745573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=525387247702745573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/525387247702745573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/525387247702745573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/beach-2011-part-2.html' title='The Beach 2011 part 2'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrZmxQmKLqA/To5buYCIq9I/AAAAAAAAD6k/oH9PkyOEs6Y/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-5771704564143858415</id><published>2011-10-06T17:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:23:57.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thumb sucker??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxXIoirdyi8/To4q266_-fI/AAAAAAAAD08/3bmDzuQUI18/s1600/IMG01225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660508904669313522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxXIoirdyi8/To4q266_-fI/AAAAAAAAD08/3bmDzuQUI18/s400/IMG01225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I found this morning when I went into Harpers room. The above picture is blurry because she was squarming but I wanted to capture it before she took it out. Last night she woke up around 4 but wasn't crying. I could just hear her talking and making soft noises so I didn't go get her. I guess since I didn't come to put her paci in she found her thumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf1t_BHKZyY/To4qrcgtfjI/AAAAAAAAD00/wbDYh7JFlJU/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660508707527425586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf1t_BHKZyY/To4qrcgtfjI/AAAAAAAAD00/wbDYh7JFlJU/s400/DSC_0265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this was her this afternoon..... I would prefer not to have a thumb sucker. I think that is harder to break than a paci but I can't really take her thumb away. I did try replacing her thumb with a paci and she just spit it out and put her thumb back in. She is showing signs of teething so I think she likes to feel her gums with her thumb and chew on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABrkFebUDIg/To4qVIJL6bI/AAAAAAAAD0s/AXLP3hqGVcA/s1600/DSC_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660508324102924722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABrkFebUDIg/To4qVIJL6bI/AAAAAAAAD0s/AXLP3hqGVcA/s400/DSC_0260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cute is her outfit today?? This onesie with matching leg warmers was a gift and since the weather here is cold in the mornings but warm in the afternoons I thought it was perfect. Her teacher at "school" told me she liked it because it made diaper changes easier than pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFC74Qxc0nk/To4qLxCtHlI/AAAAAAAAD0k/SA7Z4A5Va8g/s1600/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660508163282902610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFC74Qxc0nk/To4qLxCtHlI/AAAAAAAAD0k/SA7Z4A5Va8g/s400/DSC_0262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Could the back be any cuter??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElXH8YDXdp4/To4pANDicCI/AAAAAAAAD0M/qYD7Q0me-f4/s1600/IMG01199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660506865132531746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElXH8YDXdp4/To4pANDicCI/AAAAAAAAD0M/qYD7Q0me-f4/s400/IMG01199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few nights ago Harper assisted me in making some cookies for uncle Mike. He likes my peanut butter/hershey kiss cookies and since Paul was going to see them on his upcoming business trip we made him a few. She was such a good helper-he he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb6LvvIxtmg/To4o3XtlXvI/AAAAAAAAD0E/ZmLXrRqcEP8/s1600/IMG01202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660506713374416626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb6LvvIxtmg/To4o3XtlXvI/AAAAAAAAD0E/ZmLXrRqcEP8/s400/IMG01202.jpg" /&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/5825138665246811494-5771704564143858415?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/5771704564143858415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=5771704564143858415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5771704564143858415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5771704564143858415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/10/thumb-sucker.html' title='thumb sucker??'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxXIoirdyi8/To4q266_-fI/AAAAAAAAD08/3bmDzuQUI18/s72-c/IMG01225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-3703808135138415091</id><published>2011-09-30T06:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:28:42.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cutie pa tootie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDTySHrvFC4/ToW0ZsAhFpI/AAAAAAAADz8/uEV1citCG1s/s1600/102_4089-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658126860263954066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDTySHrvFC4/ToW0ZsAhFpI/AAAAAAAADz8/uEV1citCG1s/s400/102_4089-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--A_Tec5e4ho/ToWxK18-KAI/AAAAAAAADzs/GDAqk_Z1G6Q/s1600/102_4084-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658123306700515330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--A_Tec5e4ho/ToWxK18-KAI/AAAAAAAADzs/GDAqk_Z1G6Q/s400/102_4084-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GG3ulCIgC50/ToWwrO-fcfI/AAAAAAAADzc/BeIx6zKGiVs/s1600/harper%2Bbloomers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658122763661963762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GG3ulCIgC50/ToWwrO-fcfI/AAAAAAAADzc/BeIx6zKGiVs/s400/harper%2Bbloomers.jpg" /&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/5825138665246811494-3703808135138415091?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/3703808135138415091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=3703808135138415091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3703808135138415091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3703808135138415091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='cutie pa tootie!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDTySHrvFC4/ToW0ZsAhFpI/AAAAAAAADz8/uEV1citCG1s/s72-c/102_4089-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-94657959584964158</id><published>2011-09-29T22:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:10:26.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>Our 3 month photo session went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaeJ25ssWJ4/ToU8XqwiK9I/AAAAAAAADy8/iYWYJMDtPfM/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657994884173409234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaeJ25ssWJ4/ToU8XqwiK9I/AAAAAAAADy8/iYWYJMDtPfM/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was our very first picture taken (of about 50!) you were happy and all smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657994677806866450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FItD_RpmKP4/ToU8Lp-6oBI/AAAAAAAADy0/iXXoZNxmGzg/s400/DSC_0197.JPG" /&gt;Prim and Proper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-ZCY43bN1U/ToU7tQ-VtcI/AAAAAAAADys/A4eopxGBk8A/s1600/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657994155697485250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-ZCY43bN1U/ToU7tQ-VtcI/AAAAAAAADys/A4eopxGBk8A/s400/DSC_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the middle of cooing and "talking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cksmc3Cie34/ToU7f_2iAqI/AAAAAAAADyk/Lb3jxQ1DyNw/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657993927763034786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cksmc3Cie34/ToU7f_2iAqI/AAAAAAAADyk/Lb3jxQ1DyNw/s400/DSC_0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy came in the room to assist. I love how you are looking up at him. Your face just lights up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykb1aSBGafk/ToU7RwG1CsI/AAAAAAAADyc/jDyOXEHkMHk/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657993683018255042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykb1aSBGafk/ToU7RwG1CsI/AAAAAAAADyc/jDyOXEHkMHk/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how you are holding your hands here- I think you are praying that this will soon end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0peuAkay6pY/ToU68BhN5SI/AAAAAAAADyU/-LuCZg6JMe4/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657993309735216418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0peuAkay6pY/ToU68BhN5SI/AAAAAAAADyU/-LuCZg6JMe4/s400/DSC_0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And your done!&lt;br /&gt;At 3 months you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;love to scoot to the bottom of your bouncy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you coo and "talk" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you open and close your mouth trying to find your voice and when it comes out you laugh, you love hearing yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you started daycare this month or as we call it "school"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you take after your daddy and do not like blankets or covers, you always kick them off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you went to the beach for the very first time &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you are now wearing 3-6 mo clothes and are still in a size 1 diaper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you found your hands this month and love putting them in your mouth but still do not have complete control of them. Sometimes you stare at them and your eyes get so wide trying to figure out what they do and their purpose. It makes us laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you LOVE your daddy. You love hearing his voice and smile everytime he comes in the room or talks to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;your new toy this month is your play gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we no longer swaddle you at night to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5825138665246811494-94657959584964158?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/94657959584964158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=94657959584964158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/94657959584964158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/94657959584964158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaeJ25ssWJ4/ToU8XqwiK9I/AAAAAAAADy8/iYWYJMDtPfM/s72-c/DSC_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2281132392092043459</id><published>2011-09-28T20:27:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:54:46.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>such a big girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE82kc60iR8/ToPdXXtuzmI/AAAAAAAADyM/h9qfyPsd-ac/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657608950480031330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE82kc60iR8/ToPdXXtuzmI/AAAAAAAADyM/h9qfyPsd-ac/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper slept in her crib all night for the first time this week!! Since her birth she has been sleeping in her bassinet in our room. This past weekend went out of town and spent the night in a hotel. I had taken her stroller bassinet for her to sleep in but we arrived around midnight and after bringing in all the luggage we realized it was still in the trunk. The hotel had a pack and play set up in the room so we decided to give it a try. I just knew it was going to be a disaster and that she would not sleep in it and keep us up all night, especially since she slept so much in the car. I was wrong, she slept the entire night in that pack and play! So we decided once we got home we should go ahead and make the transition since she had already gone a few nights not in the bassinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657605383832137410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRkgJZwZeDk/ToPaHw6m7sI/AAAAAAAADyE/Pn9aG4hi34g/s400/102_4232.JPG" /&gt;This is her the next morning. Do you see what I mean about her legs?? She loves to kick them up in the air! We have since removed the bumper pads because she is a little wiggle worm and moves from one end to the other. We were afraid she may get her head stuck in a corner or side so until she can roll over and has more neck strength we remove them before she goes to bed. We also no longer use the infant positoner for the same reason. You can see in the picture below how she moved herself all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYhBc8WYY4k/ToPaDWN8luI/AAAAAAAADx8/Xfy5hFf9Nus/s1600/102_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657605307946014434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYhBc8WYY4k/ToPaDWN8luI/AAAAAAAADx8/Xfy5hFf9Nus/s400/102_4233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night we had dinner with Paul's parents and his aunt and uncle. Harper was so good during dinner and didn't fuss any until the very end. We have been getting out more and more because she usually tends to be a good baby. I think she likes all the noise and commotion and loves looking around at new surroundings. Another "new" is that she is content laying under her play gym. For a while she hated laying under it and would immediately cry if I laid her down. She can't reach or touch the toys yet but she likes to look at them and does alot of stretching. I usually lay her here if she has been in her carseat for an extended period of time and she will just lay and stretch her body out. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657587893474467490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbfjUd8d3zY/ToPKNsQYnqI/AAAAAAAADxk/6tv0fdxhhZA/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" /&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/5825138665246811494-2281132392092043459?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2281132392092043459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2281132392092043459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2281132392092043459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2281132392092043459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/such-big-girl.html' title='such a big girl!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE82kc60iR8/ToPdXXtuzmI/AAAAAAAADyM/h9qfyPsd-ac/s72-c/DSC_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-3659032010580399063</id><published>2011-09-20T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:15:42.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harpers First Day of "School"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNlTilJYDzc/TnldrRaD_kI/AAAAAAAADxU/qQV34xk2nOg/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654653805128842818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNlTilJYDzc/TnldrRaD_kI/AAAAAAAADxU/qQV34xk2nOg/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper started "school" this past week. By "school" I mean daycare. Paul and I say "school" because it makes us feel better-ha! After 3 months of maternity leave I headed back to work. I Love my job and with it's flexible day schedule I decided to give it a try while being a mom. Plus, Paul's company pays a good portion of "school" that was to good to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been really hard adjusting to the new schedule and I feel like it takes me forever to get out the door but I am trying really hard to make it work. Harper is attending "school" at our church and I LOVE IT!! She is in a room with 8 other babies and 3 wonderful ladies. Most days there are only 3 or 4 babies which makes me feel better. Every morning when I leave I have about 5 bags and my work computer. The first few days I left my computer at home and had to go back to get it!!-ha! Harper seems to enjoy "school" too. She is such a social baby I think it is good for her. Some days when we would stay at home all day she would be fussy. Now when we get home she is happy and at night is really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her only for a few hours the first few days. On the first day Paul told Harper she was going to school and that there would be boys there. ha! Also on the first day, Harper pooped on her teacher! I think dropping her off that first day was harder for him than me. I knew what to expect and was prepared but I don't think Paul had thought much about it until we actually had to do it. I have made a vow to myself that she will never stay a full day (8-5). If my job ever becomes too much and requires me to be away that long it's not worth it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_0teaizbZI/Tnldk71gFkI/AAAAAAAADxM/hI1Mz8tYm38/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654653696259135042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_0teaizbZI/Tnldk71gFkI/AAAAAAAADxM/hI1Mz8tYm38/s400/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Bekki gave us these labels and I love them. On our first day I notice alot of the kids had them and I felt "in the know" having them even though I had never heard of them before. But I can still play the "New Mom" card because there is ALOT I still don't know about. These are from Inchbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2k20FpoLAQ/TnlddCaA-mI/AAAAAAAADxE/fRYd_9SanJQ/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654653560583944802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2k20FpoLAQ/TnlddCaA-mI/AAAAAAAADxE/fRYd_9SanJQ/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-3659032010580399063?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/3659032010580399063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=3659032010580399063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3659032010580399063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3659032010580399063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/harpers-first-day-of-school.html' title='Harpers First Day of &quot;School&quot;'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNlTilJYDzc/TnldrRaD_kI/AAAAAAAADxU/qQV34xk2nOg/s72-c/DSC_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-5749544629789491769</id><published>2011-09-20T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:02:05.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yecVB3FET7o/TnkXoCI2EbI/AAAAAAAADws/0fSy7wkuCrk/s1600/IMG01119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654576783676543410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yecVB3FET7o/TnkXoCI2EbI/AAAAAAAADws/0fSy7wkuCrk/s400/IMG01119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like i'm not the only one who thinks Paul is funny! For the past few days Harper has been in LOVE with Paul. All he has to do is enter a room and she gets the biggest grin, she gets just as excited when he talks to her. He loves all the attention and likes to flaunt it in my face. I let him have these moments (even though i'm a little jealous) because it is so sweet to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-5749544629789491769?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/5749544629789491769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=5749544629789491769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5749544629789491769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5749544629789491769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/daddy-is-funny.html' title='daddy is funny'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yecVB3FET7o/TnkXoCI2EbI/AAAAAAAADws/0fSy7wkuCrk/s72-c/IMG01119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6803957905888940121</id><published>2011-09-16T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:12:56.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wiggle worm</title><content type='html'>Harper is in this stage right now where she loves to scoot. Whenever we put her in her bouncy it is only a matter of minutes before she wiggles herself down as far as she can go. One day she is going to wiggle right out of there! She loves to let her feet dangle off and before long they will be touching the floor. She also likes to wiggle her way to the bottom of her bassinet or crib. She just uses her little tush and her back muscles and wiggles herself down as far as she can go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0i8Dx-r92g/TnOs5IiFO8I/AAAAAAAADwk/WsKpKpD8Gx4/s1600/104_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653052054823058370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0i8Dx-r92g/TnOs5IiFO8I/AAAAAAAADwk/WsKpKpD8Gx4/s400/104_4064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd25U39OuOk/TnOsyAagchI/AAAAAAAADwc/h41xmdYrC2w/s1600/104_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653051932384719378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd25U39OuOk/TnOsyAagchI/AAAAAAAADwc/h41xmdYrC2w/s400/104_4074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMMHzAXjOAM/TnOsrxc-SPI/AAAAAAAADwU/rNZpVnVkdOw/s1600/104_4076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653051825289316594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMMHzAXjOAM/TnOsrxc-SPI/AAAAAAAADwU/rNZpVnVkdOw/s400/104_4076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDEk4KKS2wU/TnOslDyp-EI/AAAAAAAADwM/KQJh3vHbK2Y/s1600/104_4078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653051709953013826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDEk4KKS2wU/TnOslDyp-EI/AAAAAAAADwM/KQJh3vHbK2Y/s400/104_4078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQhF1H2Y5iY/TnOsgQpNKOI/AAAAAAAADwE/K-6jWm5z5ss/s1600/104_4079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653051627503692002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQhF1H2Y5iY/TnOsgQpNKOI/AAAAAAAADwE/K-6jWm5z5ss/s400/104_4079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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/5825138665246811494-6803957905888940121?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6803957905888940121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6803957905888940121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6803957905888940121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6803957905888940121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/wiggle-worm.html' title='wiggle worm'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0i8Dx-r92g/TnOs5IiFO8I/AAAAAAAADwk/WsKpKpD8Gx4/s72-c/104_4064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8052394025483776995</id><published>2011-09-15T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:56:39.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>We have had alot of family time lately. We have been able to spend time with both sides of our families and also time with just the three of us. It has been so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41bBgr1MEls/TnIP9HgWe5I/AAAAAAAADvs/wpDTr0CnRSs/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652598024964570002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41bBgr1MEls/TnIP9HgWe5I/AAAAAAAADvs/wpDTr0CnRSs/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper LOVES to sit on Paul like this. She is always so content watching tv with him as long as she sits like this. Last night she feel asleep on him. We had to put away all of her 0-3 month pajamas because they were too small :(. These are some of her new ones that have elephants on them and ruffles across the booty. Big News...... We no longer have to swaddle Harper at night to sleep!!! We went to the beach with my family last week and with so many people holding her and her being SO exhausted at night we could just lay her down and she was out! So after the second night of her falling asleep before we could swaddle her we just decided to continue without the swaddle. So far she hasn't seemed to miss it. Now we just have to get PJ's that keep her warm instead of the onesies we used to put her in. I always put socks on her but every morning I find them buried in the bottom of her bassinet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTpvkCamr_A/TnIPxz-cFhI/AAAAAAAADvk/h4epA_SSfY0/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652597830743496210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTpvkCamr_A/TnIPxz-cFhI/AAAAAAAADvk/h4epA_SSfY0/s400/DSC_0156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had dinner at Paul's parents house a few nights back to celebrate his brothers 40th Birthday!!! Brooks met Harper for the first time. I think he was more interested in her toy on the carseat than he was with her-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Km1MXlA2f2E/TnIPnu39bXI/AAAAAAAADvc/hHASoTpHCYY/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652597657575452018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Km1MXlA2f2E/TnIPnu39bXI/AAAAAAAADvc/hHASoTpHCYY/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Tara getting Harper to sleep before we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbivlX9H8jc/TnIPV4B0UbI/AAAAAAAADvU/25ZkAOZUN_c/s1600/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652597350795071922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbivlX9H8jc/TnIPV4B0UbI/AAAAAAAADvU/25ZkAOZUN_c/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylin holding Harper and meeting her for the first time&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJuUNgw1jPs/TnIPMmxFOoI/AAAAAAAADvM/-zMpesan_Ns/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652597191542651522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJuUNgw1jPs/TnIPMmxFOoI/AAAAAAAADvM/-zMpesan_Ns/s400/DSC_0165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&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/5825138665246811494-8052394025483776995?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8052394025483776995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8052394025483776995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8052394025483776995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8052394025483776995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41bBgr1MEls/TnIP9HgWe5I/AAAAAAAADvs/wpDTr0CnRSs/s72-c/DSC_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8434020691669242757</id><published>2011-09-12T21:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:54:32.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day</title><content type='html'>On Saturday the Hogs played here in Little Rock. The Stadium is very close to our house and we could feel the excitement. Harper and I put on our Arkansas best and we made plans that day to watch the game at home. Paul wanted to make some Chili so he researched recipes and came up with one that called for Beer, Coffee, and Brown Sugar. I was nervous about it but let him do his thing. Immediately after eating it I got a massive migraine and it wasn't long before I was throwing up. I don't think the Chili made me sick but I know it did not help. It is safe to say I will never eat that Chili recipe again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYBVJFpCVIE/Tm7DHwJVluI/AAAAAAAADu8/tObDhV3CVYM/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651669120347117282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYBVJFpCVIE/Tm7DHwJVluI/AAAAAAAADu8/tObDhV3CVYM/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper was sooo excited about the home game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMd9ag9kmew/Tm7DAxKHj_I/AAAAAAAADu0/Xuw4vU2BJ5U/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651669000359743474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMd9ag9kmew/Tm7DAxKHj_I/AAAAAAAADu0/Xuw4vU2BJ5U/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz_k6-7Iad4/Tm7C5Ja1y6I/AAAAAAAADus/vSm5mQ7AuCY/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651668869433379746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz_k6-7Iad4/Tm7C5Ja1y6I/AAAAAAAADus/vSm5mQ7AuCY/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dW6dM1cW-aU/Tm7Cw2phAAI/AAAAAAAADuk/W-N61TmGd2M/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651668726955704322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dW6dM1cW-aU/Tm7Cw2phAAI/AAAAAAAADuk/W-N61TmGd2M/s400/DSC_0154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul's dad and his aunt got her these adorable socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqT55LvGRiA/Tm7CoMJlAsI/AAAAAAAADuc/SFOvpbWyecE/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651668578108506818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqT55LvGRiA/Tm7CoMJlAsI/AAAAAAAADuc/SFOvpbWyecE/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the Hogs won Harper wore her Razorback dress to church on Sunday. Paul was one proud Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzLhgRxmr5o/Tm7ChHtgMYI/AAAAAAAADuU/YLE1KGgj_8g/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651668456657924482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzLhgRxmr5o/Tm7ChHtgMYI/AAAAAAAADuU/YLE1KGgj_8g/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8434020691669242757?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8434020691669242757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8434020691669242757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8434020691669242757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8434020691669242757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/game-day.html' title='Game Day'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYBVJFpCVIE/Tm7DHwJVluI/AAAAAAAADu8/tObDhV3CVYM/s72-c/DSC_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7695150029989532287</id><published>2011-09-10T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:33:22.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>e-mealz</title><content type='html'>My best friend Jodi introduced me to e-mealz &lt;a href="http://www.e-mealz.com/"&gt;www.e-mealz.com&lt;/a&gt; It is endorsed by Dave Ramsey and is a meal planning menu to help with your budget. Although I was excited about possible saving some money I was more excited to have someone plan my nightly dinners and give me a shopping list!! We have been doing it for over a month now and love it!! My grocery bill has drastically dropped and we have loved all the meals we have made. We had been in a rut lately with eating the same thing over and over so it was nice to have new things to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost is $5 a month and every week they give you a menu AND provide a shopping list that is divided into categories (ex. produce, meat, etc) I can now get in and out of the grocery store much quicker and know I haven't forgot something. If you were to look in my cabinets and fridge right now you would think they are bare but that is just because I don't have a lot of random stuff in there that I bought thinking I "may" make this sometime. We buy what is told and use it that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose different plans. We chose family of two, low-fat. They also have options for certain grocery stores and will cater the menu to items on sale at that store that week. I will say you have to be open minded about trying new things and there have been a few that I opted out of making but overall it's been great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-7695150029989532287?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7695150029989532287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7695150029989532287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7695150029989532287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7695150029989532287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-mealz.html' title='e-mealz'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8896625503446425226</id><published>2011-09-10T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:09:21.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBQ1WvyC4Qo/TlmzzKnxBFI/AAAAAAAADtU/j_ymyMzXKEA/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645741299491472466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBQ1WvyC4Qo/TlmzzKnxBFI/AAAAAAAADtU/j_ymyMzXKEA/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CiqPRqotqlM/TlmzlDm305I/AAAAAAAADtE/y1DiqOD8cOA/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645741057090507666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CiqPRqotqlM/TlmzlDm305I/AAAAAAAADtE/y1DiqOD8cOA/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1g2CrSp3S0/TlmzeuBSzFI/AAAAAAAADs8/fMB1vkTI46Y/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645740948216532050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1g2CrSp3S0/TlmzeuBSzFI/AAAAAAAADs8/fMB1vkTI46Y/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnZtqJkLLZk/TlmzXDBdUOI/AAAAAAAADs0/d3-4B5avbRc/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645740816415412450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnZtqJkLLZk/TlmzXDBdUOI/AAAAAAAADs0/d3-4B5avbRc/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NehgBLpYCY/TlmzMc4T_UI/AAAAAAAADss/mcvXpRYmR_k/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645740634377813314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NehgBLpYCY/TlmzMc4T_UI/AAAAAAAADss/mcvXpRYmR_k/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDySdM-6iv8/TlmzGWznlJI/AAAAAAAADsk/lW0jF_1rUJU/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645740529668297874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDySdM-6iv8/TlmzGWznlJI/AAAAAAAADsk/lW0jF_1rUJU/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past month has been full of new adventures and has been so much fun! I cannot believe how much you have changed in one months time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You weigh 10.10 lbs (35%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are 23.5 inches long (75 %), most strangers comment on how long you are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You smile so much more now, the mornings are still your best&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had your first bottle of formula, mommy cried but you were much happier with a full belly!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You recognize me and your daddy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can see so much more. I laugh because your eyes get so wide as you continue to take everything in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have started to coo or babble to us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have started to slobber alot, comes with the cooing and we love it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You LOVE to kick. You love kicking your feet in the air or using them to wiggle your way out of your bouncy seat. At night if I hear you making movements I look towards your bassinet and all I can see are your feet mid air poking out the top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You sleep all night. Usually from 10 or 11 pm until 6 am. I wish I could take credit for this but you just happen to be one of those babies that starting sleeping through the night on your own. You hate naps during the day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the difference between day and night. During the day you want to be awake with us. At night when we get ready for bed you are usually easy to put down (probably because you haven't slept much during the day) We are working on your naps and daytime routine but so far it's a slow process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have cradle cap and your baby acne has gone away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At your last doctor's visit the doctor said the red mark on the back of your head is a birthmark. He thought it would be a temporary one but now thinks it is permanent. Your hair is already covering it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are in a size 1 diaper and your 0-3 months clothing are starting to get snug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have had a few mild cases of diaper rash but it usually only last a day or so once we get cream on it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have taken several road trips this past month and travel very well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You went to Church and the Erwin Cabin for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You noticed the mobile in your crib and your facial expressions were priceless. Paul and I watched you for the longest time discovery this new toy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not everyday is full of roses. We still have moments where we say this is the hardest thing we have ever had to take on but then you do something that makes our hearts melt and we quickly realize it may be hard but it is also so wonderful and we are blessed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is so hard to describe the changes in you over the past month. Your personality is starting to show and you are now a little person interacting with us. We are in love with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5825138665246811494-8896625503446425226?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8896625503446425226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8896625503446425226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8896625503446425226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8896625503446425226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBQ1WvyC4Qo/TlmzzKnxBFI/AAAAAAAADtU/j_ymyMzXKEA/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8072491502951629255</id><published>2011-08-31T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:33:36.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Papaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8yZPxU2-u8/Tl7s0TlbHcI/AAAAAAAADuM/IE6_z0VMxJs/s1600/104_4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647211366123773378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8yZPxU2-u8/Tl7s0TlbHcI/AAAAAAAADuM/IE6_z0VMxJs/s400/104_4107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MutNIcWzPcY/Tl7r-X2d7dI/AAAAAAAADuE/bnxcS8i9Q1k/s1600/104_4099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday we went to church with Paul's parents so they could show off Harper to all of their friends. Afterwards, we met Papaw for lunch. This was the first meeting for Papaw and Harper. Paul and I started our family a little later than most of our friends and we are so thankful that Harper still has many of her great grandparents that she can meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--j_cxnJD2-E/Tl7r38banCI/AAAAAAAADt8/R18bP9P7RZ4/s1600/104_4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647210329115630626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--j_cxnJD2-E/Tl7r38banCI/AAAAAAAADt8/R18bP9P7RZ4/s400/104_4097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four Generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647209164686521314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fDI_S8Q9iQ/Tl7q0Kl4c-I/AAAAAAAADts/oZklC2lC5YM/s400/104_4111.JPG" /&gt; Paul showing Harper the tall trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PylQv5XatQE/Tl7ql_1BjLI/AAAAAAAADtk/GsZ-FYcNbAM/s1600/104_4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647208921279073458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PylQv5XatQE/Tl7ql_1BjLI/AAAAAAAADtk/GsZ-FYcNbAM/s400/104_4109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Paul was working from home. I had my hands full with Harper come lunch time so Paul offered to fix my lunch. This is what I found- Don't you love that he cut my lean cuisine pizza into bite size pieces? And yes, we have 2 dining tables and we eat every meal on tv trays! I know (I hope) that will change once Harper is in her high chair. Also, I have just discovered Diet Coke with cherry and LOVE it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv-LQdk6pDc/Tl7qWCYVjwI/AAAAAAAADtc/unztoKFNYG4/s1600/104_4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647208647086149378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv-LQdk6pDc/Tl7qWCYVjwI/AAAAAAAADtc/unztoKFNYG4/s400/104_4112.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8072491502951629255?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8072491502951629255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8072491502951629255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8072491502951629255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8072491502951629255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/lunch-with-papaw.html' title='Lunch with Papaw'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8yZPxU2-u8/Tl7s0TlbHcI/AAAAAAAADuM/IE6_z0VMxJs/s72-c/104_4107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8405114065818004991</id><published>2011-08-23T17:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:12:21.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Round of Shots and 3 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkoT_GnHWu8/TlQrbAgW6oI/AAAAAAAADsc/fupHaZ4waj4/s1600/104_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644183975994256002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkoT_GnHWu8/TlQrbAgW6oI/AAAAAAAADsc/fupHaZ4waj4/s400/104_4063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul and I celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary on August 23rd. He came home with the gorgeous flowers above and a jar of grape jelly! I love PB and J sandwiches and have had one almost every day for lunch while being home on maternity leave. Paul calls it a candy bar wrapped in bread! Well we had run out of jelly and I forgot to get some on my last trip to the store. I was very sad because I didn't know when I would be able to get more so he brought me some! How cute is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj7PyeHr-sQ/TlQrFwTtBGI/AAAAAAAADsM/nbRO9YPnv1k/s1600/104_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644183610868958306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj7PyeHr-sQ/TlQrFwTtBGI/AAAAAAAADsM/nbRO9YPnv1k/s400/104_4066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, on our anniversary Harper had her first round of shots. We were a few weeks late because everyone was getting shots for back to school. Harper of course cried but was actually pretty good afterwards. She slept the rest of the day and would only wake to nurse. She developed a bruise on one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wzuQlxGgjY/TlQq_bFjUII/AAAAAAAADsE/DCgdZYNO1wU/s1600/104_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644183502093242498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wzuQlxGgjY/TlQq_bFjUII/AAAAAAAADsE/DCgdZYNO1wU/s400/104_4068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to wait an hour in the waiting room which made me nervous with a baby, especially when I could her making a mess in her diaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aiLrclw6Ek/TlQq6usC2nI/AAAAAAAADr8/mxXqQZQZM-E/s1600/104_4069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644183421455620722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aiLrclw6Ek/TlQq6usC2nI/AAAAAAAADr8/mxXqQZQZM-E/s400/104_4069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul comforting Harper after the shots. He kept saying "Harper I didn't do this", "It wasn't me or my fault" -so funny! The nurse actually came over and told Harper it was HER fault to make Paul feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbzzLjEou5I/TlQq14QS0jI/AAAAAAAADr0/OOKmqSLjxe0/s1600/104_4071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644183338124235314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbzzLjEou5I/TlQq14QS0jI/AAAAAAAADr0/OOKmqSLjxe0/s400/104_4071.JPG" /&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/-r_ncm3Mn_Iw/TlQqwG1LVYI/AAAAAAAADrs/6awCtMERCMA/s1600/104_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644183238957815170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_ncm3Mn_Iw/TlQqwG1LVYI/AAAAAAAADrs/6awCtMERCMA/s400/104_4072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really wish this picure had turned out better, you can barely see the tiny tear running down her face :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f62KPn_BKCU/TlQqnTMkKNI/AAAAAAAADrk/XxROQSzIh5E/s1600/104_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644183087658313938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f62KPn_BKCU/TlQqnTMkKNI/AAAAAAAADrk/XxROQSzIh5E/s400/104_4073.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8405114065818004991?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8405114065818004991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8405114065818004991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8405114065818004991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8405114065818004991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-round-of-shots-and-3-years.html' title='First Round of Shots and 3 Years!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkoT_GnHWu8/TlQrbAgW6oI/AAAAAAAADsc/fupHaZ4waj4/s72-c/104_4063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-3238734523256274953</id><published>2011-08-23T17:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:38:43.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk</title><content type='html'>We have a new pedestrian bridge that just opened up in our town. Paul ran it a few days back and since the weather has cooled down a little we decided to go walk it one night after dinner. It was still very humid and by the end we were both sweating. Bella only lasted the first half. She is not used to this weather since she stays inside all the time and her hair has grown out only making it worse. I also forgot her water bottle so once she started panting heavily we picked her up and put her in the bottom of the stroller. She got more attention from other walkers than Harper did! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVF_VEa_yuU/TlQm9zYczlI/AAAAAAAADrc/Etr18Xv5DDg/s1600/104_4057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644179076208709202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVF_VEa_yuU/TlQm9zYczlI/AAAAAAAADrc/Etr18Xv5DDg/s400/104_4057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul pushed the stroller and I held the leash. Paul said he couldn't hold a pink leash with a girly dog on the end-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBhkNck97H0/TlQm46f29oI/AAAAAAAADrU/P3cKvjOeT4g/s1600/104_4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644178992219485826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBhkNck97H0/TlQm46f29oI/AAAAAAAADrU/P3cKvjOeT4g/s400/104_4056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella's tongue was out the whole time trying to catch her breath! Everyone felt sorry for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXVj3EGwL2A/TlQmz7VqCaI/AAAAAAAADrM/W03TieL0t5k/s1600/104_4058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644178906545785250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXVj3EGwL2A/TlQmz7VqCaI/AAAAAAAADrM/W03TieL0t5k/s400/104_4058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We put the cover over the bassinet because I got worried the bugs might try to get to Harper since they were getting to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwjHTTzaODk/TlQmt3OZu3I/AAAAAAAADrE/UsP0v0y4kuM/s1600/104_4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644178802362399602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwjHTTzaODk/TlQmt3OZu3I/AAAAAAAADrE/UsP0v0y4kuM/s400/104_4059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNHhAoSkpo/TlQmm7lW3zI/AAAAAAAADq8/NiMmQl_rj7w/s1600/104_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644178683273338674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNHhAoSkpo/TlQmm7lW3zI/AAAAAAAADq8/NiMmQl_rj7w/s400/104_4060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't the bridge pretty? It over looks the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgCApv8Qy7Q/TlQmhh0niDI/AAAAAAAADq0/0bJtH7uEVrA/s1600/104_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644178590458677298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgCApv8Qy7Q/TlQmhh0niDI/AAAAAAAADq0/0bJtH7uEVrA/s400/104_4061.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-3238734523256274953?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/3238734523256274953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=3238734523256274953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3238734523256274953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3238734523256274953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/walk.html' title='The Walk'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVF_VEa_yuU/TlQm9zYczlI/AAAAAAAADrc/Etr18Xv5DDg/s72-c/104_4057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6793027586561613743</id><published>2011-08-20T23:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:09:48.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Mimi and Papa G</title><content type='html'>Paul was working out of town so after visiting my nanny and pappy I stayed another night at my parents house before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BdUfkNjVXI4/TlCKmHPKQJI/AAAAAAAADqM/DRGAmqQDvuE/s1600/104_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643162720477528210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BdUfkNjVXI4/TlCKmHPKQJI/AAAAAAAADqM/DRGAmqQDvuE/s400/104_4043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-zf9kIOMbM/TlCKhP6rY7I/AAAAAAAADqE/leJ0gX2fz0c/s1600/104_4039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643162636908192690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-zf9kIOMbM/TlCKhP6rY7I/AAAAAAAADqE/leJ0gX2fz0c/s400/104_4039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNqGPJ0_ong/TlCKW7ERSwI/AAAAAAAADp8/o2gzy3bMWTo/s1600/104_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643162459512589058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNqGPJ0_ong/TlCKW7ERSwI/AAAAAAAADp8/o2gzy3bMWTo/s400/104_4046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper showing off one of her new Janie and Jack outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFDR0X7a9qI/TlCKRL4I8fI/AAAAAAAADp0/1XmWcd-mMYE/s1600/104_4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643162360945897970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFDR0X7a9qI/TlCKRL4I8fI/AAAAAAAADp0/1XmWcd-mMYE/s400/104_4045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cute are her diaper covers? A little twist on the traditional ruffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NY_ju6QJj5Q/TlCKFjrzfLI/AAAAAAAADps/1cKzvh92E2w/s1600/104_4047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643162161178180786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NY_ju6QJj5Q/TlCKFjrzfLI/AAAAAAAADps/1cKzvh92E2w/s400/104_4047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom did a nursery for Harper (and all of her future grandchildren). It is in one of the guest rooms next to the bed which is VERY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convenient for when we come to visit. She also bought alot of the basics a baby needs so we don't have to pack a ton of stuff. She found this bedding on sale in Nashville and I think it is just adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8cazDvWv9k/TlCJ_UnhGAI/AAAAAAAADpk/eggs0TQ3Zic/s1600/104_4048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643162054054451202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8cazDvWv9k/TlCJ_UnhGAI/AAAAAAAADpk/eggs0TQ3Zic/s400/104_4048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-6793027586561613743?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6793027586561613743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6793027586561613743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6793027586561613743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6793027586561613743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/visit-with-mimi-and-papa-g.html' title='Visit with Mimi and Papa G'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BdUfkNjVXI4/TlCKmHPKQJI/AAAAAAAADqM/DRGAmqQDvuE/s72-c/104_4043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6863291559633359607</id><published>2011-08-20T22:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:48:56.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Nanny and Pappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week I went with my parents to visit my grandparents in Kentucky. It was a wonderful visit. They got to meet Harper for the first time and according to her smiles in these pictures she loved meeting them! My uncle Charlie also came over to visit with all of us. We had a nice lunch and had to leave later that afternoon. It was a short visit but a very good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643769405167494530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zH8rRA0Wzgo/TlKyXz055YI/AAAAAAAADqs/qddGh7jkkVM/s400/104_4018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1hAhiffSKE/TlCEHn46UII/AAAAAAAADpU/eG7NiZhyTXU/s1600/104_4030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643155599596867714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1hAhiffSKE/TlCEHn46UII/AAAAAAAADpU/eG7NiZhyTXU/s400/104_4030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four Generations: My grandparents, my dad, me and Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDTlxCyGZ6I/TlCD-t4-reI/AAAAAAAADpM/pjtFRxAiInA/s1600/104_4031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643155446588943842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDTlxCyGZ6I/TlCD-t4-reI/AAAAAAAADpM/pjtFRxAiInA/s400/104_4031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pappy getting a good look at Harper to tell us who she looks more like. He and my Uncle Charlie say she looks like my brother Michael when he was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkjT0Te9hhA/TlCDoJTGOGI/AAAAAAAADpE/WI3C5jSh3-I/s1600/104_4026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643155058809256034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkjT0Te9hhA/TlCDoJTGOGI/AAAAAAAADpE/WI3C5jSh3-I/s400/104_4026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n40KkaX3ciw/TlCDgxokhTI/AAAAAAAADo8/klMfaOO0UVw/s1600/104_4023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643154932197786930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n40KkaX3ciw/TlCDgxokhTI/AAAAAAAADo8/klMfaOO0UVw/s400/104_4023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to get Uncle Charlie in a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCKmN4cOBbQ/TlCDMdjduII/AAAAAAAADo0/uW9e57Q-104/s1600/104_4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643154583210276994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCKmN4cOBbQ/TlCDMdjduII/AAAAAAAADo0/uW9e57Q-104/s400/104_4022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeojmQMVe1M/TlCDCNDq1lI/AAAAAAAADos/tf3aXSCTiWY/s1600/104_4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643154406983259730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeojmQMVe1M/TlCDCNDq1lI/AAAAAAAADos/tf3aXSCTiWY/s400/104_4020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Harper's face in this picture. Can I just tell you that we had to change her clothes 3 times while we were there! She was a mess!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-6863291559633359607?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6863291559633359607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6863291559633359607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6863291559633359607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6863291559633359607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/visit-with-nanny-and-pappy.html' title='Visit with Nanny and Pappy'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zH8rRA0Wzgo/TlKyXz055YI/AAAAAAAADqs/qddGh7jkkVM/s72-c/104_4018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8793521135563071314</id><published>2011-08-20T22:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:11:54.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib Mobile</title><content type='html'>Harper noticed her mobile for the first time. This mobile has music and turns in circles. I have played it for her before and she could have cared less. I don't think her vision was fully developed then but this last time she could see it. Paul and I watched her the entire time. She loved it. Her eyes got so big and she would smile and coo and kick those legs in excitement. So fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hx2IZroSRug/TlB8u-cJZOI/AAAAAAAADok/fRorlJ-5wOI/s1600/104_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643147479572112610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hx2IZroSRug/TlB8u-cJZOI/AAAAAAAADok/fRorlJ-5wOI/s400/104_4005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what is this I see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UXuqviRGNY/TlB8pJedltI/AAAAAAAADoc/kx7008IImLE/s1600/104_4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643147379455399634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UXuqviRGNY/TlB8pJedltI/AAAAAAAADoc/kx7008IImLE/s400/104_4006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oohhh I think I like it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihJDOdRo_6s/TlB8jhg5FVI/AAAAAAAADoU/h-TroMhD1Lw/s1600/104_4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643147282828825938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihJDOdRo_6s/TlB8jhg5FVI/AAAAAAAADoU/h-TroMhD1Lw/s400/104_4007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J78m8V4AWs/TlB8dM3FFJI/AAAAAAAADoM/57Z8WTEXkv8/s1600/104_4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643147174205527186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J78m8V4AWs/TlB8dM3FFJI/AAAAAAAADoM/57Z8WTEXkv8/s400/104_4008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhRW-MMwJ0w/TlB8O0jGeWI/AAAAAAAADn8/bwy_eb6cy90/s1600/104_4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643146927161112930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhRW-MMwJ0w/TlB8O0jGeWI/AAAAAAAADn8/bwy_eb6cy90/s400/104_4011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kicking her feet and waving her arms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myKi7r-ZN8U/TlB8CzSYSgI/AAAAAAAADn0/AMZpLFAWIro/s1600/104_4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643146720664111618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myKi7r-ZN8U/TlB8CzSYSgI/AAAAAAAADn0/AMZpLFAWIro/s400/104_4010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like this!&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8793521135563071314?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8793521135563071314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8793521135563071314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8793521135563071314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8793521135563071314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/crib-mobile.html' title='Crib Mobile'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hx2IZroSRug/TlB8u-cJZOI/AAAAAAAADok/fRorlJ-5wOI/s72-c/104_4005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6560023156081860182</id><published>2011-08-20T18:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:50:23.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Photos</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures that I have taken with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnh73Nf8tG0/TlBHlc3MZrI/AAAAAAAADnk/WSNIAjQ7GEY/s1600/imagejpeg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643089041823655602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnh73Nf8tG0/TlBHlc3MZrI/AAAAAAAADnk/WSNIAjQ7GEY/s400/imagejpeg_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kI8kdB_bMU/TlBHhIrCFII/AAAAAAAADnc/Bp4lI2vFcQQ/s1600/IMG01054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643088967684461698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kI8kdB_bMU/TlBHhIrCFII/AAAAAAAADnc/Bp4lI2vFcQQ/s400/IMG01054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3ReY_jvIdk/TlBDJooqj3I/AAAAAAAADnM/iEOoKiWNc8s/s1600/IMG01024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643084165901094770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3ReY_jvIdk/TlBDJooqj3I/AAAAAAAADnM/iEOoKiWNc8s/s400/IMG01024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cz9yyJhOqY/TlBC5Xte4VI/AAAAAAAADnE/-t6Whxp2vok/s1600/IMG01034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643083886479991122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cz9yyJhOqY/TlBC5Xte4VI/AAAAAAAADnE/-t6Whxp2vok/s400/IMG01034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0TsHa00dSY/TlBC0TCY1LI/AAAAAAAADm8/Jf4C_nhnTnc/s1600/IMG01023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643083799326151858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0TsHa00dSY/TlBC0TCY1LI/AAAAAAAADm8/Jf4C_nhnTnc/s400/IMG01023.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-6560023156081860182?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6560023156081860182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6560023156081860182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6560023156081860182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6560023156081860182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/phone-photos.html' title='Phone Photos'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnh73Nf8tG0/TlBHlc3MZrI/AAAAAAAADnk/WSNIAjQ7GEY/s72-c/imagejpeg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-1486178189595876568</id><published>2011-08-16T16:58:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:09:31.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went with Paul's parents to the cabin. Paul and his dad needed to get some things ready for hunting season and Paul wanted to fish. His parents went up Friday night taking Solomon and we went down Saturday. When we got there we were greeted by Solomon who had a swollen face. Poor thing. He looked pitiful. We think he got stung by something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641588261160231346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvbrkseyacU/TkryohN4IbI/AAAAAAAADms/VZtvFA6BZg0/s400/104_4002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTGi_Dd2Efk/TkrxPvJhpMI/AAAAAAAADmU/2OL0atPtnWo/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641586735891719362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTGi_Dd2Efk/TkrxPvJhpMI/AAAAAAAADmU/2OL0atPtnWo/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a picture somewhere that looks exactly like this (without Harper) of Paul and I when we were dating, look how far we have come! Now we are married AND have a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0SlLSGOQ20/TkrwzGi8KrI/AAAAAAAADl8/F183IpmokQ0/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641586243956124338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0SlLSGOQ20/TkrwzGi8KrI/AAAAAAAADl8/F183IpmokQ0/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When pregnant Paul wanted a picture of me in a rocking chair. I'm not sure why. I think he saw it in a movie or something. We don't have a true rocking chair and truth be told I was afraid he was going to take me to cracker barrel to get the picture!! ha! He was that set about it. We did take photos of me pregnant in our glider but not sure that counts. Anyways, Paul wanted a pic of me and Harper in a rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ9AXd97bVE/TkrwC0EV6LI/AAAAAAAADls/QG09s-mPg34/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641585414362228914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ9AXd97bVE/TkrwC0EV6LI/AAAAAAAADls/QG09s-mPg34/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwBbeIZefi4/TkrvU11LoZI/AAAAAAAADlk/yCSK-fuuU0A/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641584624561529234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwBbeIZefi4/TkrvU11LoZI/AAAAAAAADlk/yCSK-fuuU0A/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granna rocking Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7ux5wHcg-0/TkrvLYQ2aWI/AAAAAAAADlc/bZrsOTa-63o/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641584462005692770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7ux5wHcg-0/TkrvLYQ2aWI/AAAAAAAADlc/bZrsOTa-63o/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granna and Randad (Paul's parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSJbCDntxIM/Tkrt3Ae3vcI/AAAAAAAADlU/QnuribCUMdg/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641583012513037762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSJbCDntxIM/Tkrt3Ae3vcI/AAAAAAAADlU/QnuribCUMdg/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul found Bella outside on Solomons bed!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-1486178189595876568?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/1486178189595876568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=1486178189595876568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1486178189595876568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1486178189595876568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvbrkseyacU/TkryohN4IbI/AAAAAAAADms/VZtvFA6BZg0/s72-c/104_4002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4872293418830237711</id><published>2011-08-11T14:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:05:05.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain</title><content type='html'>It has been raining here for the past three days!! We really needed the rain. Our poor front yard is brown and it has been so hot! The temp has been over 100 almost everyday. I have loved the past few rainy days. We have stayed home and been lazy. I managed to squeeze in a little sewing time while Harper was napping and maybe today I will get around to some cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdKd4F6zmcc/TkQysegs6eI/AAAAAAAADkU/8dtS41-QDu8/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639688373060561378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdKd4F6zmcc/TkQysegs6eI/AAAAAAAADkU/8dtS41-QDu8/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom bought these pants for Harper, they came with a plain yellow top but I thought I'd make her one that I liked better. I was basically standing on top of her trying to get this photo. I love her eyes in the pic below, it's as if she's saying "Wow you are really close"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AotfFMGk84c/TkQyWsiswPI/AAAAAAAADkE/Pzyiy2E1a9Q/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639687998869913842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AotfFMGk84c/TkQyWsiswPI/AAAAAAAADkE/Pzyiy2E1a9Q/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this next picture this morning after her morning nap. I love watching her wake up after she has been in a deep sleep. She makes the funniest faces and when her eyes finally open and she realizes she's awake she cracks the cutest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0TGk6CXAD_k/TkQxRcBH8UI/AAAAAAAADj8/0VCRCu7HOrs/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639686809023148354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0TGk6CXAD_k/TkQxRcBH8UI/AAAAAAAADj8/0VCRCu7HOrs/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got these slippers as a gift and they are so cute. They are little bugs with antenna's, perfect for rainy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4872293418830237711?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4872293418830237711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4872293418830237711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4872293418830237711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4872293418830237711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/rain-rain.html' title='Rain, Rain'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdKd4F6zmcc/TkQysegs6eI/AAAAAAAADkU/8dtS41-QDu8/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4804663407823959534</id><published>2011-08-10T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:45:01.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day and a Date</title><content type='html'>My sister in law Tara came to visit Harper last week. It was her first time meeting Harper. Can you believe I forgot to get a picture of Tara with Harper?!?! Guess we were too busy chatting! She was a natural with Harper and even changed her diaper and Harper didn't cry! She always cries when I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7B8elnO3fk/TkKj87lwXXI/AAAAAAAADjs/SL-zj9EEtxg/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639249950604811634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7B8elnO3fk/TkKj87lwXXI/AAAAAAAADjs/SL-zj9EEtxg/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom came to visit for a few days and we were able to get out and run a few errands and shop. Our mall offers more stores and alot more variety for my mom so she was able to get her some outfits for the beach and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUiD4-pt_E8/Tj8VQ6RiYeI/AAAAAAAADjk/pRb6-689abk/s1600/104_3980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638248638756053474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUiD4-pt_E8/Tj8VQ6RiYeI/AAAAAAAADjk/pRb6-689abk/s400/104_3980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9YrdYXm4u4/Tj8VKgcU4sI/AAAAAAAADjc/E45N4YLXNtw/s1600/104_3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638248528742769346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9YrdYXm4u4/Tj8VKgcU4sI/AAAAAAAADjc/E45N4YLXNtw/s400/104_3977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We used Harper's bassinet for the first time and she LOVED it. She was so content, happy, and slept for a good bit in it. It definately made the outing better.&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/-szk1DO116l0/Tj8VGqJtzAI/AAAAAAAADjU/-BS95PT0qR0/s1600/104_3978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638248462629587970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szk1DO116l0/Tj8VGqJtzAI/AAAAAAAADjU/-BS95PT0qR0/s400/104_3978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since my mom was in town, Paul and I decided to go to a movie. I don't really care to go to the movies, I'd rather rent one and watch it in my pj's, but there were two out that I wanted to see so we decided to take advantage of the opportunity. As we were leaving the movies Paul asked if I missed Harper I said "yep, I just want to go home and smell her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1K0r0rbJ40/Tj8VBt3qBlI/AAAAAAAADjM/A9gBthbati0/s1600/104_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638248377728239186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1K0r0rbJ40/Tj8VBt3qBlI/AAAAAAAADjM/A9gBthbati0/s400/104_3986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4804663407823959534?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4804663407823959534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4804663407823959534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4804663407823959534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4804663407823959534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/girls-day-and-date.html' title='Girls Day and a Date'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7B8elnO3fk/TkKj87lwXXI/AAAAAAAADjs/SL-zj9EEtxg/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2896601358047931556</id><published>2011-08-08T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:47:17.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Sunday</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, we were scheduled to get our picture made for the church directory so no matter what we had to get there. Saturday afternoon I ironed and laid out all of our clothes (including bows, shoes, you name it I had it out and ready) packed the diaper bag, and got a bottle ready. We made it on time but right before Harper got fussy and hungry-again! I mangaged to give her a bottle as we were heading out the door. She slept in the car and while we were getting our picture taken but woke during service. I left the auditorium and went to the &lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt; room only to find a &lt;em&gt;quiet&lt;/em&gt; room with babies sleeping-ha! I thought oh dear I hope Harper doesn't wake them with her crying. I gave her the rest of her bottle and rocked her. We had some friends we wanted to see and wanted Harper to meet but she wasn't in the best of moods so we left early. Between Harpers mood and our photo I think we only got about 20 minutes of actual church service. Oh well we are making progress! In the car on the way home I told Harper she was getting "swaddled" when we got home! Paul thought that was funny because it sounded like- you are getting spanked when we get home. She was SO tired but would not sleep and I knew the swaddle would do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two favorite people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--29PawZCDls/Tj8RSPXeSHI/AAAAAAAADi0/aqldbrr93G8/s1600/104_3990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638244263551453298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--29PawZCDls/Tj8RSPXeSHI/AAAAAAAADi0/aqldbrr93G8/s400/104_3990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically how the morning went (and how most of my days go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weUtryKAwWE/Tj8RG-h4slI/AAAAAAAADis/aK3T0VJVTNg/s1600/104_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638244070053163602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weUtryKAwWE/Tj8RG-h4slI/AAAAAAAADis/aK3T0VJVTNg/s400/104_3992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crying over a lost paci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XC0eLK2TQCU/Tj8RC17VbfI/AAAAAAAADik/R0CRp7Uf5Aw/s1600/104_3991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638243999024508402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XC0eLK2TQCU/Tj8RC17VbfI/AAAAAAAADik/R0CRp7Uf5Aw/s400/104_3991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; putting the paci back in- for the millionth time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMeZm1EfYg0/Tj8Q-Fb111I/AAAAAAAADic/R23zR84qTbE/s1600/104_3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638243917288036178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMeZm1EfYg0/Tj8Q-Fb111I/AAAAAAAADic/R23zR84qTbE/s400/104_3993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-2896601358047931556?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2896601358047931556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2896601358047931556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2896601358047931556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2896601358047931556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/stressful-sunday.html' title='Stressful Sunday'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--29PawZCDls/Tj8RSPXeSHI/AAAAAAAADi0/aqldbrr93G8/s72-c/104_3990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7160749460083033109</id><published>2011-08-07T17:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:15:20.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UR0kwn7ZhkI/Tj8NJw4RWrI/AAAAAAAADiE/Y1lg8PAmIAI/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638239719882054322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UR0kwn7ZhkI/Tj8NJw4RWrI/AAAAAAAADiE/Y1lg8PAmIAI/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have started to give Harper some Tummy Time. I thought it was too early but according to the internet we probably should have started earlier-sometimes I wish there was a "mommy manual" for me to follow so I would know these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhKRrLoFIrs/Tj8NFHWkt2I/AAAAAAAADh8/F8MzqvI-soU/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638239640015386466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhKRrLoFIrs/Tj8NFHWkt2I/AAAAAAAADh8/F8MzqvI-soU/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Bella was nearby and liked having Harper down on her level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0KCs1YK5H4/Tj8M_mq-voI/AAAAAAAADh0/-cYVKCZwdFA/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638239545343262338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0KCs1YK5H4/Tj8M_mq-voI/AAAAAAAADh0/-cYVKCZwdFA/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This might be fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LO4XVzLxqSw/Tj8M0k8bi4I/AAAAAAAADhs/7S8BMSf-umY/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638239355901021058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LO4XVzLxqSw/Tj8M0k8bi4I/AAAAAAAADhs/7S8BMSf-umY/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chewing on my arm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbEiRYWUdMc/Tj8Mi49xS5I/AAAAAAAADhc/mvjDQoSyx2A/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638239052037704594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbEiRYWUdMc/Tj8Mi49xS5I/AAAAAAAADhc/mvjDQoSyx2A/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting a little frustrated.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wISMtN7pqQQ/Tj8MbGhxEVI/AAAAAAAADhU/ajJbJZ4G-MI/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238918239392082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wISMtN7pqQQ/Tj8MbGhxEVI/AAAAAAAADhU/ajJbJZ4G-MI/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Tummy Time is over...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmue8Jq4BOk/Tj8MAyF7SWI/AAAAAAAADhM/7nXM3ZWIDAk/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&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/5825138665246811494-7160749460083033109?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7160749460083033109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7160749460083033109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7160749460083033109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7160749460083033109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/tummy-time.html' title='Tummy Time'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UR0kwn7ZhkI/Tj8NJw4RWrI/AAAAAAAADiE/Y1lg8PAmIAI/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8345171941465939456</id><published>2011-08-03T19:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:39:22.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on her own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4onpoF7m2Hk/Tjnl9F60kwI/AAAAAAAADg8/bBQbXykOMKg/s1600/bottle%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636789246354559746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4onpoF7m2Hk/Tjnl9F60kwI/AAAAAAAADg8/bBQbXykOMKg/s400/bottle%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper has been using her hands so much lately. Most of the time they just wave in the air or hold on to my shirt or (Paul's favorite) hold his finger. The other day she had one hand on her bottle so I put the other hand on the opposite side and she held her bottle all by herself. Now if I can just teach her to use her hands to hold in her paci rather than knock it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQHq8fPsLCI/Tjnlpz6mWYI/AAAAAAAADg0/7Dems6BjbnU/s1600/britax-b-ready-bassinet-37-c9e-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636788915104274818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQHq8fPsLCI/Tjnlpz6mWYI/AAAAAAAADg0/7Dems6BjbnU/s400/britax-b-ready-bassinet-37-c9e-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past week I purchased the bassinet for our stroller. This was an item I really wanted when I was pregnant but it just didn't seem practical to buy on our own. Well our stroller only holds the carseat and a bucket seat for older kid it doesn't lay back like other strollers (you would think with 14 different configurations there would be a place for a baby to lay!) I have tried to get out lately but Harper gets so frustrated in her carseat. Little Miss Independent doesn't like to be confined and it doesn't help that it is 100+ degrees. She must be getting hot! So I decided to bite the bullet and purchase it. If I can get just a few outings without a fussy baby it will be worth it. I think it will be great for the beach too. Now I can just pack the bassinet instead of a pack and play.&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/-NwR1kO6i7N0/TjnlHs8_zjI/AAAAAAAADgs/h9SkFiG3R_w/s1600/DSC_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636788329119731250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwR1kO6i7N0/TjnlHs8_zjI/AAAAAAAADgs/h9SkFiG3R_w/s400/DSC_0986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Harper's carseat cover. Her carseat is red and black but just wasn't girlie enough for me so I ordered this from Etsy. I told Paul we would do the red and black on game days- go hogs! I have a friend that has a cover and she said it was great for when the baby has a diaper blowout because you can just take it off and wash it. The day after I put it on we had our first blowout and I was so glad I had it on there- it was so easy to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wgfjJIomUuI/TjnlAIWsXTI/AAAAAAAADgk/mRoTwRPetQ8/s1600/DSC_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636788199036312882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wgfjJIomUuI/TjnlAIWsXTI/AAAAAAAADgk/mRoTwRPetQ8/s400/DSC_0987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course it HAD to be monogrammed. We get compliments on it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5825138665246811494-8345171941465939456?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8345171941465939456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8345171941465939456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8345171941465939456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8345171941465939456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-her-own.html' title='on her own'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4onpoF7m2Hk/Tjnl9F60kwI/AAAAAAAADg8/bBQbXykOMKg/s72-c/bottle%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-3415554458478130615</id><published>2011-08-03T18:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:22:08.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby acne and Bouncy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yA7BwkZ5fCI/TjnzuvA-86I/AAAAAAAADhE/esvGzfGgVwE/s1600/carseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636804392851010466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yA7BwkZ5fCI/TjnzuvA-86I/AAAAAAAADhE/esvGzfGgVwE/s400/carseat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week and this one are just a flying by. I can't say we have been busy but taking care of a baby IS busy. I haven't taken many pictures the past few weeks. I can barely keep track of what day it is. Last weekend we had Paul's parents over for dinner to celebrate his Dad's birthday and on Sunday we had planned to go to church. I didn't sleep much Saturday night and early Sunday morning I put Harper in her swing and I took a nap on the couch. Paul woke me up asking if I felt like going to church. I really wanted to go so I got up and started getting Harper ready. Last minute she decided she was hungry so I nursed her while Paul ironed his clothes. I was still in my pj's and a complete wreck when Paul came into the nursery and said "I don't think we are going to make it." I just laughed because all morning we kept saying "we're gonna make it, we ARE going to make it." I held up Harper in her smocked dress and told him at least one of us was ready. Paul suggested I finish nursing Harper then get ready and we would go get lunch somewhere to get out of the house. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636782787230392994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlSFMHcdsLQ/TjngFHznYqI/AAAAAAAADgc/i5IIM8rZ_xs/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" /&gt;About to sneeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PN-OVaMZV3I/TjnbtaNThtI/AAAAAAAADgU/ds_31huxeiU/s1600/106_3975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636777981806610130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PN-OVaMZV3I/TjnbtaNThtI/AAAAAAAADgU/ds_31huxeiU/s400/106_3975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper has baby acne. It is just pitiful. You can barely see it in these photos but it is all over her face and neck. Poor thing! Can you tell she is still losing hair?? She is losing it on top but the back is still growing so right now she has a mullet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HpBuUujKM4/Tjnbi_Ss8FI/AAAAAAAADgM/XnudH0mLy1Q/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636777802782797906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HpBuUujKM4/Tjnbi_Ss8FI/AAAAAAAADgM/XnudH0mLy1Q/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took most of these photos today. A lady from church gave me a photo album titled "Firsts" and in it is a slot for "the morning after you slept all night" well Harper slept from 11 pm to 6 am last night!!! I count that as all night! I must admit I woke up in a panic and immediately checked to see if she was breathing. (that is such a horrible feeling) After feeling her chest I just looked at her all peaceful and thought- your head is bigger-ha! She has been nursing non-stop lately and I felt she was having a growth spurt. I think she grew during the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxa1t1_fYZ0/TjnbZeAHtuI/AAAAAAAADgE/NMrJj1hPXk8/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636777639227668194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxa1t1_fYZ0/TjnbZeAHtuI/AAAAAAAADgE/NMrJj1hPXk8/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to a local consignment sale over the weekend and got this cute smocked ladybug dress. It is hard to find long sleeve smocked dresses. I also found this cute monogrammed H dress that I think will be cute for Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVpGNkCUyrc/TjnbBz2QuWI/AAAAAAAADf0/IkRE2O0kaoo/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636777232775035234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVpGNkCUyrc/TjnbBz2QuWI/AAAAAAAADf0/IkRE2O0kaoo/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper is starting to like her bouncy seat. One of Paul's co-workers suggested we take out the pillow headrest so she could feel the bounce more and it seems to have worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4o0fRJW4sk/Tjnady60pUI/AAAAAAAADfs/Acxr259iDfA/s1600/106_3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636776614050440514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4o0fRJW4sk/Tjnady60pUI/AAAAAAAADfs/Acxr259iDfA/s400/106_3974.JPG" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-3415554458478130615?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/3415554458478130615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=3415554458478130615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3415554458478130615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/3415554458478130615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-acne-and-bouncy.html' title='Baby acne and Bouncy'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yA7BwkZ5fCI/TjnzuvA-86I/AAAAAAAADhE/esvGzfGgVwE/s72-c/carseat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2963114171667393129</id><published>2011-07-30T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:55:31.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8txj1GIPagA/TjQbWLxXxHI/AAAAAAAADfk/HEtTGZpPoJg/s1600/first%2Bsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635159101678273650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8txj1GIPagA/TjQbWLxXxHI/AAAAAAAADfk/HEtTGZpPoJg/s400/first%2Bsmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been watching and waiting for Harper to smile. I've seen her do a little smirk every now in then in her sleep but never at me. All of my books and baby sites have been saying that she should be smiling and recognizing me but I was starting to worry because it hadn't happened yet. Even our pediatrician asked us if she had come to this milestone. I knew it was a matter of time and kept telling myself to be patient. I actually told my parents last week that I didn't think she knew who I was. She seemed to act the same no matter who was taking care of her or talking to her. Well a few mornings ago I had just nursed her, layed her down beside me, was talking to her and she gave me the most gorgeous smile ever. I had my phone nearby and was able to take a picture. Immediately after her smile she released alot of gas and poop and I got sad thinking she wasn't actually smiling at me but was happy to have released all that pressure. Either way I am taking the smile for me and look forward to seeing many more happy faces from this cutie pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-2963114171667393129?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2963114171667393129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2963114171667393129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2963114171667393129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2963114171667393129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8txj1GIPagA/TjQbWLxXxHI/AAAAAAAADfk/HEtTGZpPoJg/s72-c/first%2Bsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-5105051772105409442</id><published>2011-07-27T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:57:34.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjjf_Tm1dAc/TjBsXJ2LgKI/AAAAAAAADfc/Nt9uRfI0gSA/s1600/birth%2Bannouncement.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634122278876446882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjjf_Tm1dAc/TjBsXJ2LgKI/AAAAAAAADfc/Nt9uRfI0gSA/s400/birth%2Bannouncement.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh_ExwgFng8/TjBsSZ2V9-I/AAAAAAAADfU/vSAD1x0v25Y/s1600/ba2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634122197272754146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh_ExwgFng8/TjBsSZ2V9-I/AAAAAAAADfU/vSAD1x0v25Y/s400/ba2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above was our birth announcement that we sent out to friends and family. We have had so many people tell us they loved the picture on the back (the one of her screaming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10xbnsdDqMc/TjBsLsvfUmI/AAAAAAAADfM/wQHGk2E2Mm8/s1600/106_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634122082085196386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10xbnsdDqMc/TjBsLsvfUmI/AAAAAAAADfM/wQHGk2E2Mm8/s400/106_3966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot to post this picture with the previous post but this was Bella in the car on our trip home. Most of the time she sits in my lap and for the first part of the trip she did, then I moved her to the other side of the carset. She kept trying to jump on and over the carseat to get to me. It was so funny. After I scolded her for doing that she would just stare at Harper as if she is still trying to figure it all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-5105051772105409442?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/5105051772105409442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=5105051772105409442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5105051772105409442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5105051772105409442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/birth-announcement.html' title='Birth Announcement'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjjf_Tm1dAc/TjBsXJ2LgKI/AAAAAAAADfc/Nt9uRfI0gSA/s72-c/birth%2Bannouncement.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4423510617775679242</id><published>2011-07-25T11:52:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:15:02.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Grandmothers House We Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lq_aJlh4kM/Ti2nwQ2egRI/AAAAAAAADec/B7xThZ5hqYA/s1600/106_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633343156509376786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lq_aJlh4kM/Ti2nwQ2egRI/AAAAAAAADec/B7xThZ5hqYA/s400/106_3951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past week we visited my parents. Paul had to work in Nashville so Harper, Bella and I rode with him there and my parents picked us up and took us home with them for a few days. It was such a good trip. Harper did great in the car and slept most of the time. We were afraid it would take us a lot longer with a baby but it really didn't. I managed to pump and bottle feed Harper in the car and we stopped for a few stretches and diaper changes. As we were leaving Paul set the GPS to see what our ETA was and then asked if the Garmin had a baby calculator! Paul meet up with us at my parent's house on Friday after his meetings and we stayed through the weekend. My mom and Dad took care of Harper alot which provided some needed rest for me. I think she did everything but feed her and if she could have she would have done that! She enjoyed every minute loving on her Harper. Sunday it was hard to leave and we both cried as we pulled out of the driveway but it won't be long before we see them again. We also managed to fit in a little shopping. I needed a few things for our upcoming beach trip and it is easier to shop with help. Harper also went to church for the very first time! We went on Wednesday night but I didn't get a picture. Harper actually got a shout out from the pulpit!! During the announcements that announced that Harper and I were visiting and that everyone needed to meet Harper after church. I think we stayed for a good hour after church showing her off. My dad just carried her around the entire building showing her to anyone that would look! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633342971846182850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-23dWYudBaUo/Ti2nlg7Vx8I/AAAAAAAADeU/qcoCHV3FkTY/s400/106_3962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count this as our first time to church because Paul was with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633342764290994306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KUVTNIqpKA/Ti2nZbuU8II/AAAAAAAADeM/nB6AuLdzOfc/s400/106_3957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633342471520471410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-28-KWDkjTkI/Ti2nIZEZSXI/AAAAAAAADeE/SCoHIOs6zeE/s400/106_3956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633341702002478306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EP_PpRN9AZw/Ti2mbmZAjOI/AAAAAAAADd8/BQe7OOjKjEM/s400/106_3943.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633336045425731410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5mP6Epdo_w/Ti2hSWABJ1I/AAAAAAAADc0/izO11tjep9o/s400/106_3945.JPG" /&gt;My brother Chris came up one day and met Harper for the first time. He was so good with her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633335850665949810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpTJq1m_39U/Ti2hHAdqunI/AAAAAAAADcs/BF_TbdlELPQ/s400/106_3959.JPG" /&gt;My other brother Michael came to visit over the weekend and meet Harper for the first time too! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633335698282262562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1q1rLqyZf8I/Ti2g-IykMCI/AAAAAAAADcc/MjbiWBn0GFY/s400/106_3961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633335416273281602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ke1Fq4xeB_M/Ti2gtuOYokI/AAAAAAAADcM/RgLjRyYa09w/s400/106_3963.JPG" /&gt; This is my mom's church bag! She got it for Harper but carries it every Sunday filled with goodies for all the kids. Our church has ALOT of babies and they all love my parents! You will see at least 2 babies or toddlers sitting with them on any given Sunday and they all know what this bag is and what is in it. Two of the kids that sit with my parents on a normal basis were not happy to see that Harper was there and that my mom couldn't hold them because she was holding Harper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4423510617775679242?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4423510617775679242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4423510617775679242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4423510617775679242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4423510617775679242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/off-to-grandmothers-house-we-go.html' title='Off to Grandmothers House We Go'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lq_aJlh4kM/Ti2nwQ2egRI/AAAAAAAADec/B7xThZ5hqYA/s72-c/106_3951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2503878336358501851</id><published>2011-07-18T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:02:51.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day, Bald Spot and Bella</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day! We had a rough weekend of no sleep and stayed at home for 2 full days. We really wanted to take Harper to church yesterday but she had other plans. She was up most of the day and night. I think she and I both only got 3 hours of sleep. Paul took care of Harper on Sunday morning when he woke up so I could go back to sleep for a few hours. Last night she seemed back on track and woke up at her usual times of 3 and 6. After I nursed her Paul took over. He always gets her during this time for about an hour before he goes to work so I can take a shower, get ready, or go back to sleep if I need it. This is always her "happy" time. She is alert and content in the morning so he likes to hold her during this time. I felt so refreshed this morning that I made muffins for breakfast and got dressed and ready for the day. Harper took a short nap, I nursed her again then we went and ran errands. She was so good the entire time. I think I accomplished everything on my list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClmNnFnaPnc/TiSbCdq9r4I/AAAAAAAADb8/RM3LKwHHiwk/s1600/106_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630795900746837890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClmNnFnaPnc/TiSbCdq9r4I/AAAAAAAADb8/RM3LKwHHiwk/s400/106_3940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see the bald spot on her head?? I knew she could potentially lose some of her hair but I am so sad to see it go. Paul says it's because of the hairbows-ha! We had always talked about what our baby would look like before she was born. The one thing we both wanted was for her to have dark hair. When she was born, one of the first things Paul said to me (after re-confirming it was a girl because we were both paranoid it would be a boy) was that she had lots of black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0_EZQxanno/TiSa59rAnOI/AAAAAAAADb0/OSQSNTaiHxU/s1600/106_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpXDhj_mvVM/TiSawxiX6GI/AAAAAAAADbs/K-cJbfD7pFs/s1600/106_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630795596841871458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpXDhj_mvVM/TiSawxiX6GI/AAAAAAAADbs/K-cJbfD7pFs/s400/106_3939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella has adjusted so well. Lately, she has been growling and prancing at Harper. This means she wants to play. It makes me laugh everytime. She also follows us around everywhere we go. If Harper is in the swing or bassinet she lays next to it. If we go in another room she follows us there. Here she is keeping an eye on her new friend from the couch. So precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHwLRQ5BsEA/TiSaqJT71GI/AAAAAAAADbk/dlBb3cwn8rM/s1600/106_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630795482964677730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHwLRQ5BsEA/TiSaqJT71GI/AAAAAAAADbk/dlBb3cwn8rM/s400/106_3938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5825138665246811494-2503878336358501851?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2503878336358501851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2503878336358501851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2503878336358501851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2503878336358501851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-day-bald-spot-and-bella.html' title='Good day, Bald Spot and Bella'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClmNnFnaPnc/TiSbCdq9r4I/AAAAAAAADb8/RM3LKwHHiwk/s72-c/106_3940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-108812038254134098</id><published>2011-07-16T17:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:55:38.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaBRltRzQ0M/TiIyEzzV9vI/AAAAAAAADbc/wpYqHURVaoM/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117542372964082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaBRltRzQ0M/TiIyEzzV9vI/AAAAAAAADbc/wpYqHURVaoM/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTsAzqTW_Hw/TiIx-Hp939I/AAAAAAAADbU/8kxHWHpuAVc/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117427443261394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTsAzqTW_Hw/TiIx-Hp939I/AAAAAAAADbU/8kxHWHpuAVc/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPtE1UWCtuo/TiIx2wUR8GI/AAAAAAAADbM/19YOcOgTswI/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117300919201890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPtE1UWCtuo/TiIx2wUR8GI/AAAAAAAADbM/19YOcOgTswI/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxkT7BGxync/TiIxwzDZDQI/AAAAAAAADbE/yXAeGzjcPqU/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117198574456066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxkT7BGxync/TiIxwzDZDQI/AAAAAAAADbE/yXAeGzjcPqU/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hYI9NFwvvA/TiIxftfwWAI/AAAAAAAADa8/66232jl3HE4/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630116905025034242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hYI9NFwvvA/TiIxftfwWAI/AAAAAAAADa8/66232jl3HE4/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot believe our little Harper is one month old!!! I feel like we just took her home from the hospital. I can tell she is getting bigger though and is no longer a teeny tiny fragile newborn. (even though she is still teeny and tiny and fragile) Here are a few random facts about Harper at one month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;at your last checkup you weighed 8.4 lbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are getting you out more and more and you are adjusting to your carseat and seem to like traveling in the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You and I take many trips to the mall during the week to walk. It is too hot to walk outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You usually only wake up about 2 times during the night and it is usually at 3 and 6am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love your baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still love your daddy's voice and have started to follow him with your eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love your swing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are still sleeping in your bassinet. We have tried some naps in your crib but you don't like it right now and always wake up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You rotate your days by having one day that you sleep all day long and the next day you are awake all day long. Recently you stayed awake until 5 pm! I tried everything to get you to nap but you weren't having it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are still in newborn size diapers and most of your clothes are still too big for you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had your first diaper blowout this week in your carseat. We had to remove your carseat cover for washing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had your first dinner date last week and today we took you to Ozark Cafe for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow we plan to take you to church for the very first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love your paci&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/5825138665246811494-108812038254134098?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/108812038254134098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=108812038254134098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/108812038254134098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/108812038254134098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaBRltRzQ0M/TiIyEzzV9vI/AAAAAAAADbc/wpYqHURVaoM/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4398399695848984280</id><published>2011-07-13T18:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:53:51.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>We have had so many visitors lately to come meet Miss Harper. First, we have people from church that have been bringing us food for the past three weeks. Some of them we had never met before so it has been nice to meet new people and the food has been delicious! It has been so nice not to worry about cooking or trying to go to the grocery with a newborn, I'm not ready for that just yet. We also had some family and friends come to meet our sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDObYU4pGP0/Th4nPzztW7I/AAAAAAAADa0/b4x_LR_s19M/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628979736818310066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDObYU4pGP0/Th4nPzztW7I/AAAAAAAADa0/b4x_LR_s19M/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bM7O_f7RW6c/Th4nBwaksMI/AAAAAAAADak/YLLyYOs-MWo/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628979495389409474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bM7O_f7RW6c/Th4nBwaksMI/AAAAAAAADak/YLLyYOs-MWo/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cute is Harper in her ruffle dress and MASSIVE bow?? I know this bow is huge but I adore it and love it on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNCngGPzAeE/Th4mvro9G4I/AAAAAAAADac/MooaXVTi_8A/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628979184869907330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNCngGPzAeE/Th4mvro9G4I/AAAAAAAADac/MooaXVTi_8A/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul's cousin, Ashley and her daughter Brady. They were so kind to bring us dinner one night and visit with us and Harper. Paul's aunt Paula and uncle Anthony came over the night before to visit and also brought us dinner (fresh food from the farmer's market-yum!) but I wasn't able to get a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2IzZzzToSS8/Th4mijBFv2I/AAAAAAAADaU/AN5YAI_UHkk/s1600/106_3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628978959216918370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2IzZzzToSS8/Th4mijBFv2I/AAAAAAAADaU/AN5YAI_UHkk/s400/106_3934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and today we went to visit Grams, Bliss, and Chloe. Grams is Paul's grandmother and now Harper's great-grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofxdSfqe-_A/Th4meHH2-1I/AAAAAAAADaM/7Llz3qgdVHs/s1600/106_3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628978883009641298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofxdSfqe-_A/Th4meHH2-1I/AAAAAAAADaM/7Llz3qgdVHs/s400/106_3933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some very good friends of ours from Hot Springs came to Little Rock so we all met up for dinner. Here is a picture of their youngest with Harper. Best Friends already!! I was really nervous about taking Harper out for a dinner date but she fell asleep right before we left and the restaurant was very casual. It is also less than a mile from our house so I knew if it started to go bad we could easily get up and leave but Harper slept the entire time and we got to catch up with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aY6_NPyhCMI/Th4maWAEIkI/AAAAAAAADaE/Om6jY5yhhPo/s1600/106_3932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628978818284003906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aY6_NPyhCMI/Th4maWAEIkI/AAAAAAAADaE/Om6jY5yhhPo/s400/106_3932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Harper's rash has gone away. We gave her an antibiotic and it was gone within 24 hours-shew! We were so relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4398399695848984280?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4398399695848984280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4398399695848984280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4398399695848984280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4398399695848984280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-and-friends.html' title='Family and Friends'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDObYU4pGP0/Th4nPzztW7I/AAAAAAAADa0/b4x_LR_s19M/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2887718756084852664</id><published>2011-07-11T01:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:52:33.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-jqUtFOmQw/ThePLtZ4iZI/AAAAAAAADZ8/mYH6Hq9EzIU/s1600/IMG00916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627123690752215442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-jqUtFOmQw/ThePLtZ4iZI/AAAAAAAADZ8/mYH6Hq9EzIU/s400/IMG00916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper came down with a severe rash. I noticed it Thursday morning but it was just under her chin. By 6 pm it was all over her body and by morning she just looked pitiful. We already had a doctors appt on Friday for a weight check so we had the doctor look at this as well. He wasn't sure what the cause could be. He ruled out a heat or fever rash and believes it is a reaction to something happening internally as opposed to her having a reaction to an outside element such as lotion, soap, etc. Thankfully it doesn't seem to bother her. He thinks it may be a reaction to medicine. I took Ibuprofen a few days back and Harper is currently taking a vitamin D and gas medicine so we are taking everything away to see if it clears. If it doesn't he told us to go to Arkansas Childrens Hospital to see a Pediatric dermatologist. I hope it clears fast, she looks so pitiful. Good news is Harper is back to her birth weight and now weighs 8.4 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-5kmaodR88/TheMu-6GJBI/AAAAAAAADZ0/WlT5Tc3d3L4/s1600/IMG00913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627120998211265554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-5kmaodR88/TheMu-6GJBI/AAAAAAAADZ0/WlT5Tc3d3L4/s400/IMG00913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn-R7J2NmHg/TheMqQTNAyI/AAAAAAAADZs/KHP5PWcikl0/s1600/106_3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627120916980630306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn-R7J2NmHg/TheMqQTNAyI/AAAAAAAADZs/KHP5PWcikl0/s400/106_3930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBj0c03tzWU/TheLnoNFnvI/AAAAAAAADZM/_c7iUvAgWsE/s1600/IMG00903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627119772346195698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBj0c03tzWU/TheLnoNFnvI/AAAAAAAADZM/_c7iUvAgWsE/s400/IMG00903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started out with tiny bumps then the bumps turned into a bright red rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4x5S2XQqWg/TheLfUbpdYI/AAAAAAAADY8/4QH3bCdXz8o/s1600/106_3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627119629599602050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4x5S2XQqWg/TheLfUbpdYI/AAAAAAAADY8/4QH3bCdXz8o/s400/106_3931.JPG" /&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;You can see it on her arms in this picture. This dress was a gift to Harper from my brother. It is so cute and perfect for summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-2887718756084852664?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/2887718756084852664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=2887718756084852664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2887718756084852664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/2887718756084852664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/rash.html' title='The Rash'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-jqUtFOmQw/ThePLtZ4iZI/AAAAAAAADZ8/mYH6Hq9EzIU/s72-c/IMG00916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-1884247018212122004</id><published>2011-07-08T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:49:45.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llyYYDU7uSg/Tg6P66-5BbI/AAAAAAAADW8/AqGhk-HG7RU/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624591227060553138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llyYYDU7uSg/Tg6P66-5BbI/AAAAAAAADW8/AqGhk-HG7RU/s400/DSC_0264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper had her first bath a few nights ago. She cried the whole time. I think she was just confused and not used to it. Hopefully she will grow to love it and it will relax her at night. There's nothing like holding a clean baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ9-oJG6ZWg/Tg6P1LvymNI/AAAAAAAADW0/KA0nHNU3TLE/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624591128481405138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ9-oJG6ZWg/Tg6P1LvymNI/AAAAAAAADW0/KA0nHNU3TLE/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zgp6LVpFlU/Tg6Pv1HzpYI/AAAAAAAADWs/BWtVAaTDeBk/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624591036508775810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zgp6LVpFlU/Tg6Pv1HzpYI/AAAAAAAADWs/BWtVAaTDeBk/s400/DSC_0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfdZ6tieeHA/Tg6PWUN9VSI/AAAAAAAADWc/w8jpKNNDTGo/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624590598179476770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfdZ6tieeHA/Tg6PWUN9VSI/AAAAAAAADWc/w8jpKNNDTGo/s400/DSC_0256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjdtdJbMz8g/Tg6PKo3xF8I/AAAAAAAADWU/9ZxIH7BBw-c/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624590397565114306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjdtdJbMz8g/Tg6PKo3xF8I/AAAAAAAADWU/9ZxIH7BBw-c/s400/DSC_0258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624590039298570930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbE0cbr_DLI/Tg6O1yOXerI/AAAAAAAADWE/CzN7SO7cTv0/s400/DSC_0263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVEJ7UiShHg/Tg6Omipor1I/AAAAAAAADV0/WIQnq_VXvS0/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624589777419939666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVEJ7UiShHg/Tg6Omipor1I/AAAAAAAADV0/WIQnq_VXvS0/s400/DSC_0267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our little piglet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WSNxds5IUg/Tg6OdsPs01I/AAAAAAAADVs/D9HkGkmMG6E/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624589625376691026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WSNxds5IUg/Tg6OdsPs01I/AAAAAAAADVs/D9HkGkmMG6E/s400/DSC_0265.JPG" /&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/5825138665246811494-1884247018212122004?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/1884247018212122004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=1884247018212122004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1884247018212122004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1884247018212122004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-bath.html' title='First Bath'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llyYYDU7uSg/Tg6P66-5BbI/AAAAAAAADW8/AqGhk-HG7RU/s72-c/DSC_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-674135032604554208</id><published>2011-07-04T16:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:15:37.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ri6A1S71D0o/ThR6wCewj2I/AAAAAAAADYU/twx2K2oDqvI/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626256800210784098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ri6A1S71D0o/ThR6wCewj2I/AAAAAAAADYU/twx2K2oDqvI/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nzkzxOMFvY/ThR6e3m2F6I/AAAAAAAADYM/6dEk8U-nDfo/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626256505234134946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nzkzxOMFvY/ThR6e3m2F6I/AAAAAAAADYM/6dEk8U-nDfo/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we spent our holiday a little differently than normal. We usually spend the holiday at my parents house with my mom's side of the family and have a huge pool party, followed by my dad's famous shrimp boil topped off with a few small firecrackers for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harper kept me up late the night before so I woke up tired and a little depressed that we didn't have any big 4th of July plans. Paul watched Harper for me in the morning so I could take Bella to her hair appointment and to Target. Some people from church brought us dinner and since the weather was so nice we ate outside on the patio. We had a nice evening at home just the three of us and watched the fireworks on tv. Hope you all had a wonderful holiday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626256117295840114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSiHBD-UvUQ/ThR6ISbJe3I/AAAAAAAADYE/uQ4rYOU1C2g/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;best attempt of a photo with me and my girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626255678408722178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lk-fiKyhqCU/ThR5uvcThwI/AAAAAAAADX0/UgXS3KqLJ8c/s400/DSC_0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella got a a new summer cut hopefully it will keep her cool during these hot days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-674135032604554208?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/674135032604554208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=674135032604554208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/674135032604554208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/674135032604554208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ri6A1S71D0o/ThR6wCewj2I/AAAAAAAADYU/twx2K2oDqvI/s72-c/DSC_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-5685567931203605350</id><published>2011-07-01T22:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:55:21.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another drs. visit and a new dog bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykC4ScysRzI/Tg6SNgnsERI/AAAAAAAADXs/MW-WnpHjgyY/s1600/106_3928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624593745424683282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykC4ScysRzI/Tg6SNgnsERI/AAAAAAAADXs/MW-WnpHjgyY/s400/106_3928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we went back to the doctor for another weight check. You have gained 3 oz! (yea!) but you are still not back to your birth weight. We go back in one week for another check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624593612621011426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIn8GIoY6W8/Tg6SFx402eI/AAAAAAAADXk/wn8x3tDSzCY/s400/DSC_0251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZeYxZg1heA/Tg6R8EkTBsI/AAAAAAAADXc/ZZFJAjkLv3g/s1600/DSC_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624593445836490434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZeYxZg1heA/Tg6R8EkTBsI/AAAAAAAADXc/ZZFJAjkLv3g/s400/DSC_0252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now you don't care too much for your bouncer. You will sit in it for about 10 minutes and then you are ready for something different. Usually we just put you in the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03D9e3yAXtI/Tg6RSDJvtlI/AAAAAAAADXE/NG2APKdkc0k/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624592723902182994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03D9e3yAXtI/Tg6RSDJvtlI/AAAAAAAADXE/NG2APKdkc0k/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon got a new dog bed! It is a fish pond. He is starting to get arthritis and his other bed was just pitiful. He is in love. The first night he had it he slept so heavy I could hear him breathing deep and I don't think he moved all night. Paul's cousin ordered it for us so thank you, Grant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-5685567931203605350?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/5685567931203605350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=5685567931203605350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5685567931203605350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/5685567931203605350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-drs-visit-and-new-dog-bed.html' title='Another drs. visit and a new dog bed'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykC4ScysRzI/Tg6SNgnsERI/AAAAAAAADXs/MW-WnpHjgyY/s72-c/106_3928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-6093418039610836428</id><published>2011-06-28T19:59:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:30:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts About You</title><content type='html'>Here are some things we have learned about you in the past 2 weeks of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuc9TwPpbU8/TgqBDhp4hnI/AAAAAAAADVk/p2sn7DwZ6z8/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623448982299117170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuc9TwPpbU8/TgqBDhp4hnI/AAAAAAAADVk/p2sn7DwZ6z8/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. You have really loud and strong sneezes and get the hiccups at least once a day. Your yawns are so big and last for so long that they make us laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hA9Ghoe_dB8/Tgp-KWpQe5I/AAAAAAAADVU/D-0EypdWP_Q/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623445801067903890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hA9Ghoe_dB8/Tgp-KWpQe5I/AAAAAAAADVU/D-0EypdWP_Q/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. You like being swaddled when you sleep. You could sleep for hours if your swaddled and most of the time you do. I usually have to wake you up to feed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fJ1LVUUIGQ/Tgp62OaNV0I/AAAAAAAADVM/DqsJDzSS5eo/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623442156725032770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fJ1LVUUIGQ/Tgp62OaNV0I/AAAAAAAADVM/DqsJDzSS5eo/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3. You fight sleep. I think you are going to be very strong-willed and fiesty. Once asleep you could sleep for hours, it's getting you to sleep the first time that is the hard part. After that you usually go back to sleep pretty quickly and most of the time you fall asleep during feedings. You are starting to like your swing more and more and will often take naps in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You are so strong to be so little. You are already trying to hold up your head and have come very close to rolling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSUDGmpU5aA/Tgp6FmxlPEI/AAAAAAAADVE/9pSbusxAEV0/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623441321451928642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSUDGmpU5aA/Tgp6FmxlPEI/AAAAAAAADVE/9pSbusxAEV0/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. You love to suck on your daddy's thumb. While at the hospital the lactation nurse showed us this technique to calm you if needed before a feeding. Sometimes it works for me but it always works for him. I believe you could suck on it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBIpTpEw5XQ/Tgp5wrwnSAI/AAAAAAAADU0/dJUBJH58F0I/s1600/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623440962012792834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBIpTpEw5XQ/Tgp5wrwnSAI/AAAAAAAADU0/dJUBJH58F0I/s400/DSC_0242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6. You like noise. You love to be where everyone else is and have slept peacefully in a room full of people talking. You don't seem to mind the barks of Solomon or Bella either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. You love being outside. You seem so calm and happy when outdoors or in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPDWut87gRs/Tgp5bPaM-BI/AAAAAAAADUs/zblePhSTqlA/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623440593625348114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPDWut87gRs/Tgp5bPaM-BI/AAAAAAAADUs/zblePhSTqlA/s400/DSC_0241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8. You hate to have your diaper changed and cry everytime we do it. You hate cold wipes but love warm ones. You have never cried when you have a dirty or wet diaper. Sometimes I never know how long you have been wearing one because you never let us know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.You hate to have your clothes changed, this could be an issue because we have alot of cute outfits to put you in and that might mean multiple outfit changes a day :)&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/5825138665246811494-6093418039610836428?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/6093418039610836428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=6093418039610836428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6093418039610836428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/6093418039610836428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/facts-about-you.html' title='Facts About You'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuc9TwPpbU8/TgqBDhp4hnI/AAAAAAAADVk/p2sn7DwZ6z8/s72-c/DSC_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4731795891066040187</id><published>2011-06-27T22:27:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:58:53.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who Came to Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG4-Wk2gkJw/Tgp0QOXzu9I/AAAAAAAADUk/PZPSw8rtG_4/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623434906810170322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG4-Wk2gkJw/Tgp0QOXzu9I/AAAAAAAADUk/PZPSw8rtG_4/s400/DSC_0239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My aunts, grandmother, and cousin all came last weekend to meet Harper. My mom has been staying with us since Harper's birth so she was already here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-kTQMoZu6I/Tgp0FR_mPAI/AAAAAAAADUc/AuBIXfHBcgk/s1600/106_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623434718803803138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-kTQMoZu6I/Tgp0FR_mPAI/AAAAAAAADUc/AuBIXfHBcgk/s400/106_3917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four Generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0i7oy5wnudc/Tgpz_psYb4I/AAAAAAAADUU/99AKBfgM12E/s1600/106_3913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623434622086442882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0i7oy5wnudc/Tgpz_psYb4I/AAAAAAAADUU/99AKBfgM12E/s400/106_3913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how Harper is looking at me. She is starting to recognize voices and turns her head to find where it is coming from. I still don't think she can fully see us yet but she just stares at you when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUgZ3YRl000/TgpzxVkt3MI/AAAAAAAADUM/danNRcHvw5A/s1600/106_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623434376167414978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUgZ3YRl000/TgpzxVkt3MI/AAAAAAAADUM/danNRcHvw5A/s400/106_3911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how cute is her farm dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJUKcT62LKI/TgpzcpUWftI/AAAAAAAADT0/wuAUcfUQFhw/s1600/106_3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623434020690230994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJUKcT62LKI/TgpzcpUWftI/AAAAAAAADT0/wuAUcfUQFhw/s400/106_3921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First trip shopping with the girls. She was SO good. She slept most of the time and I accomplished changing a dirty diaper and feeding in a department store bathroom!!! We were gone almost all day! I know people thought I was crazy taking out a 9 day old but I did have 5 helpers, without them it would not have been possible. They would push the stroller and hold her if needed so I could shop. My mom treated me to some post maternity clothes and some TOMS shoes that I have been wanting. I felt like a million bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfZCx4GQeR8/TgpzOKRVayI/AAAAAAAADTs/LeD02ju-5FU/s1600/106_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623433771837909794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfZCx4GQeR8/TgpzOKRVayI/AAAAAAAADTs/LeD02ju-5FU/s400/106_3925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our day of fun we went for ice cream sundaes and milkshakes, this is when Harper decided she was done for the day and we took her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7AQaiFkjQc/TgpzDCYanaI/AAAAAAAADTk/ZApcDSlUL1U/s1600/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623433580741565858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7AQaiFkjQc/TgpzDCYanaI/AAAAAAAADTk/ZApcDSlUL1U/s400/DSC_0233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the dress my grandmother bought for Harper, it is so delicate and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUm_0obRUkY/TgpyzmBETWI/AAAAAAAADTc/d62QKfY3-XE/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623433315429404002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUm_0obRUkY/TgpyzmBETWI/AAAAAAAADTc/d62QKfY3-XE/s400/DSC_0234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One night we had dinner outside on our patio because the weather was cool and comfortable. I thought the bassinet looked so funny outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPy-Q54uudU/TgpyoBGp8VI/AAAAAAAADTU/p3DbedSzPfk/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623433116542169426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPy-Q54uudU/TgpyoBGp8VI/AAAAAAAADTU/p3DbedSzPfk/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul was such a trooper letting everyone come to visit so soon and he always offered to watch Harper if needed. I think he liked having a little alone time before he had to go back to work. I think the only time I held Harper for those 2 days was to feed her. These ladies were fighting over holding time, who got to change her and who got to feed her a bottle! They were so good to her. My aunt Janna even slept on our couch one night in case I needed her during the night to help with Harper so I could get more sleep. They are the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-4731795891066040187?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4731795891066040187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4731795891066040187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4731795891066040187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4731795891066040187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/look-who-came-to-play.html' title='Look Who Came to Play'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG4-Wk2gkJw/Tgp0QOXzu9I/AAAAAAAADUk/PZPSw8rtG_4/s72-c/DSC_0239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8600607775318550543</id><published>2011-06-26T17:19:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:33:53.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harpers First Doctors Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JsfvzHMmGc/TgkLwvRXBzI/AAAAAAAADTE/eZAsO95Qifk/s1600/106_3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623038541699680050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JsfvzHMmGc/TgkLwvRXBzI/AAAAAAAADTE/eZAsO95Qifk/s400/106_3904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G78tLAx1GKg/TgkLoAYkjeI/AAAAAAAADS8/C2TBmVh7Sm0/s1600/106_3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623038391674506722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G78tLAx1GKg/TgkLoAYkjeI/AAAAAAAADS8/C2TBmVh7Sm0/s400/106_3902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper had her newborn wellness check-up a week after her birth. We were concerned she may not be getting enough to eat to keep her satisfied so we are doing some things the doctor suggested and go back in a few days for another weight check. Her stats were: &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;Weight 7.9 lbs (38%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Length 20 inches (56%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head Circumference 13.5 (25%)&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;Paul's company gives a week off for a birth so he was able to go to the doctor with me. It has been so nice have him home to enjoy this special time and all the first special moments and to get adjusted to our new addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623038079245449986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz_QjmMZK1E/TgkLV0frewI/AAAAAAAADS0/cxV54rDlsAI/s400/106_3903.JPG" /&gt;We took 4 days to try the doctors suggestions and today mom and I went back to the doctor for another weight check. Harper gained the ounce a day she needed so we are on track. She now weighs 7.12 lbs While at the doctors office her umbilical cord came off. I was glad it happened at the doctors office so he could tend to it. He put some medicine on it to keep it from bleeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623033650169579410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVVSlZpovwQ/TgkHUA5tB5I/AAAAAAAADSs/Vec_shSEOso/s400/106_3926.JPG" /&gt;Isn't this picture precious?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8600607775318550543?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8600607775318550543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8600607775318550543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8600607775318550543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8600607775318550543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/harpers-first-doctors-visits.html' title='Harpers First Doctors Visits'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JsfvzHMmGc/TgkLwvRXBzI/AAAAAAAADTE/eZAsO95Qifk/s72-c/106_3904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-204296337018329398</id><published>2011-06-24T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:36:37.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World, I have arrived!</title><content type='html'>Harper was born Thursday, June 16 at 5:56 pm weighing 8.3 lbs and 19 1/2 inches long. My labor started out great and when it came time to push I told Paul this was going to be easier than I had thought. I spoke too soon. We had some complications during delivery and there were a few moments where we thought it might take a turn for the worse. NICU was called in and my labor ended up long and exhausting (I will spare the details) but after all was done we came home with a healthy, beautiful, black-haired, baby girl. Paul was so supportive and was the absolute best during labor. My mom also got to witness Harpers birth and was in the room with us. That ended up being a last minute decision but we really needed her assistance and I am so glad she was there, she too was so supportive and encouraging. I could not have done it without either one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzrDrI6Vhg0/TgeorzxtljI/AAAAAAAADR0/saMb-JMGzI0/s1600/106_3895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622648130381911602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzrDrI6Vhg0/TgeorzxtljI/AAAAAAAADR0/saMb-JMGzI0/s400/106_3895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the day before, mom and I made cookies for the hospital staff and visitors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxa7Hzu4QdQ/TgeonXMlLvI/AAAAAAAADRs/CB0gnCQsPzA/s1600/106_3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622648053990502130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxa7Hzu4QdQ/TgeonXMlLvI/AAAAAAAADRs/CB0gnCQsPzA/s400/106_3896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rveL0ah_1dA/Tgeog1Tjz7I/AAAAAAAADRk/a0XFqMto4GQ/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622647941813751730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rveL0ah_1dA/Tgeog1Tjz7I/AAAAAAAADRk/a0XFqMto4GQ/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1DmOEcm3IEc/TgeoZwSVOLI/AAAAAAAADRc/TA2EzDNy_yk/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622647820207339698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1DmOEcm3IEc/TgeoZwSVOLI/AAAAAAAADRc/TA2EzDNy_yk/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we also had some Bubble Gum cigars to pass out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEW17T1rru4/TgencOByo1I/AAAAAAAADQs/7u25nUH_2nQ/s1600/106_3900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622646763039138642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEW17T1rru4/TgencOByo1I/AAAAAAAADQs/7u25nUH_2nQ/s400/106_3900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were suppose to check into the hospital at midnight on Wednesday. Wednesday night there was a full moon and the hospital was full of women already in labor so they sent us home and told us to come back at 5am. I felt like Mary in the Bible when she and Joseph were told there was no room at the inn and she gave birth to Jesus in the stable-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S54SI2KyuKU/TgenXh2JjEI/AAAAAAAADQk/GTi9CBbM_3c/s1600/106_3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622646682459671618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S54SI2KyuKU/TgenXh2JjEI/AAAAAAAADQk/GTi9CBbM_3c/s400/106_3901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last belly photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyDBoFRc4l0/TgekcFNHV6I/AAAAAAAADQM/f1gByzkmzxs/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643462135830434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyDBoFRc4l0/TgekcFNHV6I/AAAAAAAADQM/f1gByzkmzxs/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad showed up with a pink teddy bear for Harper-so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUWGPId9XN8/TgekIS5ILrI/AAAAAAAADQE/vtJ1GfDZSB4/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643122212712114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUWGPId9XN8/TgekIS5ILrI/AAAAAAAADQE/vtJ1GfDZSB4/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmVgCAoU1Eo/TgekC5pmmUI/AAAAAAAADP8/13uSPb4OKK0/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622643029537364290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmVgCAoU1Eo/TgekC5pmmUI/AAAAAAAADP8/13uSPb4OKK0/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_57xxRfwnvk/Tgej8HrwAYI/AAAAAAAADP0/jdc-LLDBoLQ/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622642913045381506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_57xxRfwnvk/Tgej8HrwAYI/AAAAAAAADP0/jdc-LLDBoLQ/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR4A4jbj80o/TgegtOfmIUI/AAAAAAAADO0/eEH56jhRvp8/s1600/Harper%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622639358640529730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR4A4jbj80o/TgegtOfmIUI/AAAAAAAADO0/eEH56jhRvp8/s400/Harper%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul suprised me with a push present- a Coach diaper bag-he said I deserved it after our ordeal. He also told me I needed to pull my hair back because it was so gross from all the sweat during labor, looking at this photo I think it needed more than a headband!-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FdtiJ89yhK8/Tgeegxt_GOI/AAAAAAAADOs/iQ-IVJOkgbw/s1600/Harper%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622636945734572258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FdtiJ89yhK8/Tgeegxt_GOI/AAAAAAAADOs/iQ-IVJOkgbw/s400/Harper%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul's dad, I have one of his mom too but for some reason it won't download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzTmMfv6UWw/TgeeOGNgpwI/AAAAAAAADOk/JS2cVD9ACpk/s1600/Harper%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622636624817989378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzTmMfv6UWw/TgeeOGNgpwI/AAAAAAAADOk/JS2cVD9ACpk/s400/Harper%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lots of black hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtsCv6XzTc/Tged9_n8XwI/AAAAAAAADOU/vxp4cErnZ8c/s1600/Harper%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622636348171902722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtsCv6XzTc/Tged9_n8XwI/AAAAAAAADOU/vxp4cErnZ8c/s400/Harper%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mimi and Papa G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3COOMu_6cNk/TgeduVA6JmI/AAAAAAAADOM/rwpEMd7jwys/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622636079035852386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3COOMu_6cNk/TgeduVA6JmI/AAAAAAAADOM/rwpEMd7jwys/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGUrJpQVUd0/TgedkuZEWKI/AAAAAAAADOE/9DS3Ujys5tc/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622635914049378466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGUrJpQVUd0/TgedkuZEWKI/AAAAAAAADOE/9DS3Ujys5tc/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrpoaBFn0ek/TgedWjDhKBI/AAAAAAAADN8/TF9VfM51hCc/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622635670488033298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrpoaBFn0ek/TgedWjDhKBI/AAAAAAAADN8/TF9VfM51hCc/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRWraxLhCOk/Tgecy8MN7eI/AAAAAAAADN0/ZRjNBjQze3Y/s1600/Harper%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622635058760117730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRWraxLhCOk/Tgecy8MN7eI/AAAAAAAADN0/ZRjNBjQze3Y/s400/Harper%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Harper in our matching PJ's &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PO5soVM91J4/TgechwNvbDI/AAAAAAAADNk/btCAyngFTl0/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622634763487505458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PO5soVM91J4/TgechwNvbDI/AAAAAAAADNk/btCAyngFTl0/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622634628800007314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeuxGxkKNN4/TgecZ6dvTJI/AAAAAAAADNc/mtKmxCC6XV4/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQi33jpULV8/TgecTgz2TLI/AAAAAAAADNU/-rtn1Esb56w/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622634518834203826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQi33jpULV8/TgecTgz2TLI/AAAAAAAADNU/-rtn1Esb56w/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-204296337018329398?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/204296337018329398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=204296337018329398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/204296337018329398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/204296337018329398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-world-i-have-arrived.html' title='Hello World, I have arrived!'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzrDrI6Vhg0/TgeorzxtljI/AAAAAAAADR0/saMb-JMGzI0/s72-c/106_3895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-1633799030579779858</id><published>2011-06-12T19:00:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:45:32.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our last weekend with just the two of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hd3xyAzwQjA/TfVVQru6ulI/AAAAAAAADM8/3LxcmI_glsg/s1600/106_3876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617489855320341074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hd3xyAzwQjA/TfVVQru6ulI/AAAAAAAADM8/3LxcmI_glsg/s400/106_3876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will have our little Harper this week so we took advantage of the lazy and HOT weekend. Friday we had dinner at Jason's deli. I crave yogurt or ice cream right now and since they have soft serve ice cream and yummy fruit we decided to eat there. I can never get my cone to come out pretty. That machine messes me up everytime. I'm like a kid trying to get it on the cone without making a mess. Paul on the other hand does his perfect everytime. Not kidding, last time these two ladies made a big to do about how perfect his cone was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDyymVUd5F4/TfVVH4LoiAI/AAAAAAAADM0/-yHEU7uYNjg/s1600/106_3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617489704043186178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDyymVUd5F4/TfVVH4LoiAI/AAAAAAAADM0/-yHEU7uYNjg/s400/106_3877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, Pauls parents came over for a visit and we were able to sit outside and use our new patio furniture. Then Paul and I rented a redbox movie and watched it in bed. On Saturday my only plan was to attend a local flea market. I knew they had cheap hairbows and some other crafty baby stuff so I wanted to go one last time before Harper was here. Paul decided last minute he wanted to go with me so off we went. We came home with some hairbows for Bella and Harper, some books, and these adorable diaper covers and leg warmers!! Can you tell who picked out what? Yep, I got the diaper covers and Paul picked out the leg warmers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caN74UcaKnU/TfVU6y2aBkI/AAAAAAAADMs/XAkJjAsflj0/s1600/106_3893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617489479273678402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caN74UcaKnU/TfVU6y2aBkI/AAAAAAAADMs/XAkJjAsflj0/s400/106_3893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we left the flea market we decided to go downtown to the Farmers market. We ended up getting a really close parking spot which I was grateful for since it was so hot. We got lots of fresh fruit and veggies and some Amish bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dek9twxSpOo/TfVUw51U_lI/AAAAAAAADMk/PBB_z9LfTyw/s1600/106_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617489309349510738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dek9twxSpOo/TfVUw51U_lI/AAAAAAAADMk/PBB_z9LfTyw/s400/106_3880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we were already downtown we had lunch at one of our favorite spots- flying fish. We both tried something new and tried to eat healthy. It was good but next time I think we will stick to the fried baskets we are used to, they are just better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dr01DHFX5z4/TfVUloBBPCI/AAAAAAAADMc/chMvZZR13b4/s1600/106_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617489115588148258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dr01DHFX5z4/TfVUloBBPCI/AAAAAAAADMc/chMvZZR13b4/s400/106_3891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got alot of stares and smiles. You know the smiles from ladies that say "bless your heart." People couldn't believe I was out in public, in the heat, with my due date in just a few days. I kept telling people I was trying to "walk" her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8WoYNagBKs/TfVUaayQPeI/AAAAAAAADMU/OdSc6pZK-7k/s1600/106_3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617488923057995234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8WoYNagBKs/TfVUaayQPeI/AAAAAAAADMU/OdSc6pZK-7k/s400/106_3886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Across from the Farmers Market on the riverfront they were getting ready for a dog jumping competition. We went over and watched a few dogs practice. They were loving it! Truth be told I wanted to jump in that water myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkKUxL33rAY/TfVURnyE2SI/AAAAAAAADMM/kJE9oJ1O9ls/s1600/106_3889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617488771928086818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkKUxL33rAY/TfVURnyE2SI/AAAAAAAADMM/kJE9oJ1O9ls/s400/106_3889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic reminds me of what our black lab would look like if he were jumping. He is obsessed with tennis balls and would have loved it-too bad he has major social anxiety and can't go anywhere :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mn2lsYg4s9A/TfVUH2V4CWI/AAAAAAAADME/iS2Eo_ZOTDw/s1600/106_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617488604037646690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mn2lsYg4s9A/TfVUH2V4CWI/AAAAAAAADME/iS2Eo_ZOTDw/s400/106_3890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finished the night off with another redbox movie. Sunday wasn't as active. Paul asked if I felt like going to church and I really wanted to go. I knew I wouldn't be able to go for the next few weeks and my week always seem to go much better if I start it off right so we went. Well half way through we had to leave. I felt aweful, couldn't catch my breath and my stomach was starting to cramp. All I could think about was my water breaking on the church pew!! We spent the rest of the day at home. Paul installed the carseat and I did some light cooking and cleaning before laying on the couch to watch the big game.&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/5825138665246811494-1633799030579779858?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/1633799030579779858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=1633799030579779858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1633799030579779858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1633799030579779858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-last-weekend-with-just-two-of-us.html' title='Our last weekend with just the two of us'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hd3xyAzwQjA/TfVVQru6ulI/AAAAAAAADM8/3LxcmI_glsg/s72-c/106_3876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-4057662151292051114</id><published>2011-06-07T20:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:54:18.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 38/39</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukR0P0yYXiM/Te7VrKUvTQI/AAAAAAAADL8/Z2dhB6lwo90/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615660722860018946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukR0P0yYXiM/Te7VrKUvTQI/AAAAAAAADL8/Z2dhB6lwo90/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRXjJbBik4I/Te7Tta75gBI/AAAAAAAADL0/8JnLtBMDJ68/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615658562655715346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRXjJbBik4I/Te7Tta75gBI/AAAAAAAADL0/8JnLtBMDJ68/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my goodness, how many more weekly pictures am I going to have to take!! Last week the doctor said we weren't making much progress. I go again in the morning and I pray the results are different. Paul wanted me to get professional Maternity Pictures but I never got around to it so a few nights ago we did a "photo shoot" there are tons of pictures and maybe someday I will get around to posting more of them but the two above were from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJLdmWnHzP8/Te7ThlD0Q_I/AAAAAAAADLs/z-4wK38KYGk/s1600/102_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615658359214851058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJLdmWnHzP8/Te7ThlD0Q_I/AAAAAAAADLs/z-4wK38KYGk/s400/102_3866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken at the rehearsal dinner for the wedding that Paul was in. Doesn't Paul look so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy7TaD5OVrU/Te7TKQB5lkI/AAAAAAAADLk/gd0VnUGEELo/s1600/106_3871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615657958432675394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy7TaD5OVrU/Te7TKQB5lkI/AAAAAAAADLk/gd0VnUGEELo/s400/106_3871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow makes week 39. We took these tonight after dinner and after my 2 hour nap!! Paul says I look "groggy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YoTT_QbeKH0/Te7TFCNGX0I/AAAAAAAADLc/htwygRi9IpQ/s1600/106_3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615657868822208322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YoTT_QbeKH0/Te7TFCNGX0I/AAAAAAAADLc/htwygRi9IpQ/s400/106_3872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k89bbkU3vOs/Te7S_kZIiXI/AAAAAAAADLU/XfiNoQSPKxs/s1600/106_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615657774920272242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k89bbkU3vOs/Te7S_kZIiXI/AAAAAAAADLU/XfiNoQSPKxs/s400/106_3873.JPG" /&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/5825138665246811494-4057662151292051114?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/4057662151292051114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=4057662151292051114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4057662151292051114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/4057662151292051114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-3839.html' title='Week 38/39'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukR0P0yYXiM/Te7VrKUvTQI/AAAAAAAADL8/Z2dhB6lwo90/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8450373540658598429</id><published>2011-06-05T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:06:49.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SummerTime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuXKuNGp-AE/Tev7N2oVQVI/AAAAAAAADLM/TK33B6h6Cok/s1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614857575869006162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuXKuNGp-AE/Tev7N2oVQVI/AAAAAAAADLM/TK33B6h6Cok/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer has already hit us hard this year. This past week the temps have been in the high 90's. Not good for a 9 month pregnant girl!! Paul was in a wedding on Saturday. It was mid afternoon, outside, and he was in suit. I felt so bad for him. I wasn't able to go so instead Bella and I went to get a snow cone. Lately, I have been craving coke icees- yum! but I have only found them at the mall which is too hard to go in and get. I should probably check some local gas stations but that too seems exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfOXT4U-NCQ/Tev7BPzA-OI/AAAAAAAADLE/k8lGhPrLt0E/s1600/IMG00774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614857359286401250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfOXT4U-NCQ/Tev7BPzA-OI/AAAAAAAADLE/k8lGhPrLt0E/s400/IMG00774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It began to melt immediately and by the time I got home it was just syrup. I also got a much needed spray tan, manicure and pedicure. Made me feel much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul has started P90X. He says it is sooo hard. I can hear him moaning or saying things under his breath while doing it that make me laugh. So far he is sticking with it. I asked him why he was all the sudden trying to get fit. (You may remember a few months ago he trained for the half marathon) He said he was already going to be an older dad so he wanted to make sure he was a fit and in shape dad. He said if Harper wanted to play all day he wanted to be able to play with her. I am glad he is getting in shape but it makes me feel like a huge blob as I lay on the couch with my ice cream in hand!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-8450373540658598429?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8450373540658598429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8450373540658598429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8450373540658598429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8450373540658598429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/summertime.html' title='SummerTime'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuXKuNGp-AE/Tev7N2oVQVI/AAAAAAAADLM/TK33B6h6Cok/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-1773958436494863602</id><published>2011-06-03T17:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:55:59.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We knew it would happen sometime</title><content type='html'>We live, on what I call, the busiest street in Little Rock. It's not a highway or interstate but it is one of those roads that connects to everything and everyone seems to travel it. It is 4 lanes and the speed limit is 30 but I don't think anyone goes under 50. Our neighbors across the street have had many cars run into their front yard taking down trees, light poles, or their black rope fence. (Not sure if you can see it in the pic below) I do believe they have this "movie theatre" fence up for this exact reason... to help the cars stop before hitting the house. There is a slight curve before both of our houses that contributes to these accidents but it is still uncalled for. Well this morning it was our turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hRskRmJ-OQ/TeljEYsFMgI/AAAAAAAADK8/BT5FEk3HuCs/s1600/106_3864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614127337492001282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hRskRmJ-OQ/TeljEYsFMgI/AAAAAAAADK8/BT5FEk3HuCs/s400/106_3864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke up at 6:00 am to a knock at our front door. I looked out our bedroom window to see a cop car out front. I went to the door and saw this car and our poor tree in the front yard. I asked the cop if everyone was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and she said it was Road Rage and the driver of this car rear ended another car and must have lost control causing them to land on our property. The driver got out and fled the scene by foot leaving his car in our yard. The officer was letting me know that they had called a tow truck to remove the car and gave me information I needed for an incident report in case we had damage other than the tree. I did wake up at one point hearing something and thought to myself someone has hit our house -but I have been having crazy dreams lately and since it didn't wake Paul I went back to sleep. I bet everyone (including our neighbors) think we are nuts for sleeping through it and not coming outside for all the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaA6nJvR_gI/Teli3hqGZjI/AAAAAAAADK0/mSqk8suLSnQ/s1600/106_3865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614127116561311282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaA6nJvR_gI/Teli3hqGZjI/AAAAAAAADK0/mSqk8suLSnQ/s400/106_3865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am very grateful that this tree stopped the car from coming into our home and am very thankful the officer took care of the situation including having the car towed. I am not happy that we were left with this in our front yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825138665246811494-1773958436494863602?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/1773958436494863602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=1773958436494863602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1773958436494863602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/1773958436494863602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-knew-it-would-happen-sometime.html' title='We knew it would happen sometime'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hRskRmJ-OQ/TeljEYsFMgI/AAAAAAAADK8/BT5FEk3HuCs/s72-c/106_3864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-8802119964297921336</id><published>2011-06-02T14:40:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:42:40.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Tour ( a post for bekki)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0XupsLtZWI/Tef2DNJ9GaI/AAAAAAAADKo/tw2vA0-4ybI/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613725995472066978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0XupsLtZWI/Tef2DNJ9GaI/AAAAAAAADKo/tw2vA0-4ybI/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqO-KwGsxS4/Tef1xUMAh6I/AAAAAAAADKg/gxNFjjlB2d0/s1600/Nursery%2Bcollage%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613725688122083234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqO-KwGsxS4/Tef1xUMAh6I/AAAAAAAADKg/gxNFjjlB2d0/s400/Nursery%2Bcollage%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgz5gMdi5WE/Tef1ncXApzI/AAAAAAAADKY/JXbdhw5WL0c/s1600/nursery%2Bcollage%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613725518517020466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgz5gMdi5WE/Tef1ncXApzI/AAAAAAAADKY/JXbdhw5WL0c/s400/nursery%2Bcollage%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally finished Harper's nursery! I have one more thing to hang (the moosehead hook) but other than that I think it is finished. Paul picked out the moosehead hook (in last collage) and I have grown to love him. After we bought him I saw them in a lot of my design blogs, magazines and even Ballard Designs. I also saw them featured in nursery's! Who knew Paul had such great design taste. I purchased ours along with the two antique furniture pieces at Vintage Rose in Quitman, Arkansas. It is one of my favorite places and the owner Anne is such a sweetheart. If you ever get a chance to stop by you should but you may want to take a truck because you never know what you will find&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;div&gt;The rosettes above the crib were last minute. My original plan was to paint a damask stencil that matched the bedding on that wall. I ordered the stencil ($50) and after 3 or 4 tries I gave up. What a waste!! I may try again later but I was so frustrated I had to put it away. Other than that, I could not find anything I liked to go on that massive wall. I had thought about the monogrammed mirror but feared it falling in the crib on Harper. I thought once she was able to stand and see herself she would start hitting it and it would fall. Crazy, I know but for my peace of mind I hung that elsewhere. Soooo until I find something perfect for above the crib the rosettes will have to do. Thanks to Martha Stewart they are very easy to make. I saw them at a boutique in Nashville, TN and asked the owner if I could buy them. She told me she made hers and got the idea from Martha Stewart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rug, curtains, hanging polka dot frog, and chandelier all came from Ikea. Other accessories came from TJMaxx, Hobby Lobby, or Pottery Barn Kids. The pink side table was a thrift store find that I re-painted ( I love the detailing on it) and the desk was one that Paul's parents were going to get rid of so I took it and re-painted it as well. The chair and bedding are custom and all the H's and canvases were special gifts given to us from very talented friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun creating this nursery. Paul was a huge help and through the process I realized he has good taste in decor. Now all we need is a baby! &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/5825138665246811494-8802119964297921336?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/8802119964297921336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=8802119964297921336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8802119964297921336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/8802119964297921336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/06/nursery-tour.html' title='Nursery Tour ( a post for bekki)'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0XupsLtZWI/Tef2DNJ9GaI/AAAAAAAADKo/tw2vA0-4ybI/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-7310801772573331547</id><published>2011-05-26T19:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T19:46:29.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 37 and Bella Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vZEAiIqq9k/Td7sSjKKuII/AAAAAAAADJY/Nqo4HJrZLjQ/s1600/week%2B37-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611181989169903746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vZEAiIqq9k/Td7sSjKKuII/AAAAAAAADJY/Nqo4HJrZLjQ/s400/week%2B37-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am 37 weeks. Today my doctor used the words "you are full term" and I got a little nervous. First, I can't believe my pregnancy is almost over and Second, I can't believe I could go into labor any day. My due date is June 15 but I doubt I will make it that long. Harper is measuring 2 weeks ahead of what she should be in size. I really hope she ends up being smaller than what they are expecting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eHaTICdd1Q/Td7sEhrBNPI/AAAAAAAADJQ/GqE4zhe7FFw/s1600/week%2B37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611181748252652786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eHaTICdd1Q/Td7sEhrBNPI/AAAAAAAADJQ/GqE4zhe7FFw/s400/week%2B37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSaj6SVXTy8/Td7r3JSOMNI/AAAAAAAADJI/pEwabGCd4So/s1600/106_3857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611181518367895762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSaj6SVXTy8/Td7r3JSOMNI/AAAAAAAADJI/pEwabGCd4So/s400/106_3857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OK3r3dbl-p8/Td7rySk3xbI/AAAAAAAADJA/ALTTPF0ZyNI/s1600/106_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611181434962691506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OK3r3dbl-p8/Td7rySk3xbI/AAAAAAAADJA/ALTTPF0ZyNI/s400/106_3853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago Paul came back from a business trip. It was around 5:00 and I was taking a nap. He let me sleep for a bit then wanted me to come outside because he wanted to show me something. Usually he wants me to see the new bird at the bird feeder or watch the squirrels jump the wirelines (yes- he is sometimes a dork but I love it) I moaned a bit not wanting to get up but when I went outside he had bought us an umbrella for our patio furniture!!! Yippee!! It is huge and provides alot of shade for me and the pups! Luckily, our recent storms didn't blow it away. (notice Solomon with the ball in his mouth he was trying to get me to play fetch but everytime I threw it he wouldn't go get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UEQQygn7248/Td7rsoYbcGI/AAAAAAAADI4/RnbHpcVedqA/s1600/106_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611181337736867938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UEQQygn7248/Td7rsoYbcGI/AAAAAAAADI4/RnbHpcVedqA/s400/106_3855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella has been going "bowless" lately. She has learned how to take them out and I find them in the floor. It doesn't help that when I put one in Paul encourages her to take it out. She has been so sweet lately. She must know something big is about to happen in our house. We have also been finding her asleep in the random of places. At first I thought she was finding cool spots in the house but now it's just odd. She sleeps in front of the fireplace, on the rug next to the door going out to the garage, in the hall, and under the side table in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4feAmob0sTY/Td7rfJdBUqI/AAAAAAAADIw/tI1ip4ut7Wg/s1600/106_3858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611181106096329378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4feAmob0sTY/Td7rfJdBUqI/AAAAAAAADIw/tI1ip4ut7Wg/s400/106_3858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought her this cute squeaky toy for after the baby arrives. I hope it will distract her a bit with the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9JpEShePbw/Td7rV7sIdTI/AAAAAAAADIo/3FhQPCBETpk/s1600/106_3859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611180947782792498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9JpEShePbw/Td7rV7sIdTI/AAAAAAAADIo/3FhQPCBETpk/s400/106_3859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I put out a few of Harpers playmats and her bouncy seat so Bella could get used to them being out. It also has given us time to let her sniff them and teach her not to get on them. I was afraid if we waited until Harper was on them Bella would resent the baby. Overparanoid? maybe, but better safe than sorry, right?? &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/5825138665246811494-7310801772573331547?l=tiffanyanns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/feeds/7310801772573331547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825138665246811494&amp;postID=7310801772573331547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7310801772573331547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825138665246811494/posts/default/7310801772573331547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyanns.blogspot.com/2011/05/week-37-and-bella-updates.html' title='Week 37 and Bella Updates'/><author><name>Tiffany Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239796083809745361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vZEAiIqq9k/Td7sSjKKuII/AAAAAAAADJY/Nqo4HJrZLjQ/s72-c/week%2B37-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825138665246811494.post-2294522037694953155</id><published>2011-05-25T17:59:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:15:11.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erwin Family Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUffjdWPQpw/Td2W7tUBidI/AAAAAAAADIg/amK7MNU9twA/s1600/DSC_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610806663293536722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUffjdWPQpw/Td2W7tUBidI/AAAAAAAADIg/amK7MNU9twA/s400/DSC_0980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we were given a shower by Paul's family. His Aunt, Cousin, and close family friend hosted the party and went above and beyond. They are all very creative and you can tell by the decor pics that they did not miss one detail. They made it very special for us and we had sooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610805964503456130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofJAjn_1RlE/Td2WTCHfGYI/AAAAAAAADIY/N3exthHfspU/s400/DSC_0981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UZPTPAWduc/Td2VHT7QQ4I/AAAAAAAADIQ/94w1AOjRVLo/s1600/DSC_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents came and spent the weekend with us. We LOVED having them here. My mom helped me finish packing my bags and helped answer all my decor questions while my dad put together the stroller for us. Paul said I was a horrible host-ha!. Horrible as in I didn't cook or plan any activities- I barely got the house cleaned for them. That's the good thing about family they take you as you are. I felt yucky, was tired, and with the horrible weather we spent alot of time just hanging out. We did manage to go to some hunting stores but that was about it. Regardless we still had fun and we loved having them around for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zIL661fmto/Td2U2R8DiuI/AAAAAAAADII/NsGukZia1i4/s1600/DSC_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610804371022645986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zIL661fmto/Td2U2R8DiuI/AAAAAAAADII/NsGukZia1i4/s400/DSC_0970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute decorated egg carton.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaVh_Ge-6T0/Td2Usa6S2DI/AAAAAAAADIA/u-BHEF8Xulc/s1600/DSC_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610804201632487474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaVh_Ge-6T0/Td2Usa6S2DI/AAAAAAAADIA/u-BHEF8Xulc/s400/DSC_0971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; filled with socks and little shoes!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Twshh8JE41E/Td2Ua-llHvI/AAAAAAAADH4/d2AwXlZdAuw/s1600/DSC_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610803901971635954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Twshh8JE41E/Td2Ua-llHvI/AAAAAAAADH4/d2AwXlZdAuw/s400/DSC_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zmIPpPMgY/Td2UQoYhm5I/AAAAAAAADHw/uS-f_PwmzyI/s1600/DSC_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610803724212607890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zmIPpPMgY/Td2UQoYhm5I/AAAAAAAADHw/uS-f_PwmzyI/s400/DSC_0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul's parents got us the sweetest pink smocked gown. It's t0o pretty for her to sleep in but will be so cute for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSo5mwRoIJU/Td2UKPVfAHI/AAAAAAAADHo/KJg20YYEgy4/s1600/DSC_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610803614409752690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSo5mwRoIJU/Td2UKPVfAHI/AAAAAAAADHo/KJg20YYEgy4/s400/DSC_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1D-sRubzYmY/Td2UAFhPMHI/AAAAAAAADHg/VB5LZBDfOkc/s1600/DSC_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610803439976001650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1D-sRubzYmY/Td2UAFhPMHI/AAAAAAAADHg/VB5LZBDfOkc/s400/DSC_0975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper's gift from Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8U3BCTJe-0/Td2T1sNyqtI/AAAAAAAADHY/qo7k0d-P-4w/s1600/DSC_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610803261384862418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8U3BCTJe-0/Td2T1sNyqtI/AAAAAAAADHY/qo7k0d-P-4w/s400/DSC_0972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooks thinking about keeping the gift he gave Harper for himself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cofKC7C02mU/Td2QEZMpehI/AAAAAAAADHI/LdYaE6uaDMI/s1600/DSC_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610799115931318802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cofKC7C02mU/Td2QEZMpehI/AAAAAAAADHI/LdYaE6uaDMI/s400/DSC_0957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyKzPqII7hA/Td2PtRQp8vI/AAAAAAAADHA/rmv6kfb-7xY/s1600/DSC_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610798718663652082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyKzPqII7hA/Td2PtRQp8vI/AAAAAAAADHA/rmv6kfb-7xY/s400/DSC_0956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9HueoO1pME/Td2PjB5b0JI/AAAAAAAADG4/_3vmE5B0YiI/s1600/DSC_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610798542741033106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9HueoO1pME/Td2PjB5b0JI/AAAAAAAADG4/_3vmE5B0YiI/s400/DSC_0960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul's aunt actually made the frosting nest on the cake with a play-do maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cffhqa1OWL4/Td2PNJ9WDmI/AAAAAAAADG
