<?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-2168082485447138997</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:15:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay and me plus 3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1097804006460582971</id><published>2009-12-02T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:30:06.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE parties</title><content type='html'>I know im two months late but here are some pics from my twilight party. I had so much fun planning it . Im really bummed that its behind me. Theres always next year right? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaibfFdbEI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g1zrW1F6Sec/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690595416796226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaibfFdbEI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g1zrW1F6Sec/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my friend jen welcoming you to Forks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I worked hard on that sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaibNdWEXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Vl-SkGAexYA/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690590685139314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaibNdWEXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Vl-SkGAexYA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jacob and bella. At the end of the movie at the prom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiF4OGupI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2luVT66DS5Y/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690224206822034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiF4OGupI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2luVT66DS5Y/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, bella, edward, esme, alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiFlslFZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-vs0rDL3ZHE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690219234366866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiFlslFZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-vs0rDL3ZHE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalies werewolf kibble, 100% fido approved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiFbQNaZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/becM8Y0iIk8/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690216431020434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiFbQNaZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/becM8Y0iIk8/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blood bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiEyJwIgI/AAAAAAAAAds/bHJG3maKAOw/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690205398082050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiEyJwIgI/AAAAAAAAAds/bHJG3maKAOw/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my girls. silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiEuJpfBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lLyUJQQxMeI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690204323904530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaiEuJpfBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lLyUJQQxMeI/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cake, i worked hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are some halloween photos. We had some friends over and went trick or treating.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688995210204834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sxag-V2elqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/MZ7A8DWuuPM/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kitty litter brownies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688989137787282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sxag9_Os2ZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bDYDVUrNUpA/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688983863076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sxag9rlHJwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8VleH66Hsi4/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jay was a bag of trash, and i was a nurse&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688977402894306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sxag9Tg4l-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/FRq0t2y3t0E/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1097804006460582971?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1097804006460582971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1097804006460582971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1097804006460582971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1097804006460582971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-parties.html' title='I LOVE parties'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SxaibfFdbEI/AAAAAAAAAeU/g1zrW1F6Sec/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4084922163554443230</id><published>2009-12-02T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:11:58.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let try this again</title><content type='html'>To be honest, i really do enjoy blogging. I dont have many people who read it but its nice all the same to just look at whats been going on over time. So im gonna take another stab at this. It was August the last time i wrote anything so forgive me if im all over the place trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley is in school and is learning to read. I cant believe how smart she is and how far she has come.  They do journals and its so exciting to see what she is writing about. She is making so many new friends and she never complains about going. Her hearing problem is still the same, but its showing no signs of slowing her down in school. At her last appointment they said she was born this way (in a nut shell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline, oh madeline, she is my little challenger. She is loving and kind but oh so curious.  You can count on busy day everyday with her. She is doing great also. Loves to help and be a little mommy to peyton. Her newest phrase is " have you lost your mind on purpose?" Makes me smile. Haley and i are guilty for teaching her this. I say " Have you lost your mind" quite often and haley is always saying someone is doing something on purpose. Maddy is a little sponge of knowledge....and i love her so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton is my tough little princess. She hangs in there with her older sisters and has no problem keeping up. Sort of a bully at times , when she really wants something. She still sucks her thumb and carries her "bubby" (blanket). Shes a pretty easy baby, feed her and give her naps and all is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason and i are doing great. Jay has been taking online classes and is doing really well with that. Nothing too exciting going on this way. Taking care of babies, walking haley to and from school everyday. Doing the mom thing and loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4084922163554443230?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4084922163554443230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4084922163554443230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4084922163554443230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4084922163554443230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-try-this-again.html' title='let try this again'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1726721448904264670</id><published>2009-08-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:46:00.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371701127641929378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SowdtxCplqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UzncqrceXss/s320/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Is there anything greater then walking in a babies room after a nice long nap? The answer to this is no. They are so happy and genuinely excited to see you. i had to snap a photo right when i opened the door and this is the beautiful reaction i got........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1726721448904264670?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1726721448904264670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1726721448904264670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1726721448904264670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1726721448904264670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-there-anything-greater-then-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SowdtxCplqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UzncqrceXss/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5735495351032458515</id><published>2009-07-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:39:59.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning!!! Another blog about Twilight</title><content type='html'>I'm sure for the next few months this blog will be all about my twilight party. I'm obsessed and its scary. I think my calling is party planning because it just gets me all giddy inside. Ive been on the hunt for all things twilight related without spending a whole lot of money. I found these really pretty red and white parrot tulips online for 7.99 per stem plus shipping. That's way to high for me so i checked out Hobby lobby and found plain white tulips. They were only 2.99 each on sale for 50% off. SCORE. So i just brushed them with red paint and i think they are pretty close to the new moon book cover. I also found these cardboard coasters in the dollar spot at target. There were 12 coasters for only a buck. So i cut twilight characters out of magazines and had Jason laminate them at work. They turned out pretty cool too. At &lt;a href="http://www.bellaandedward.com/"&gt;www.bellaanedward.com&lt;/a&gt; they have bookmarks you can print, so i did that to give as favors.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sm28GyIaaHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/z5H_24t4EGc/s1600-h/haley+4569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sm28GyIaaHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/z5H_24t4EGc/s320/haley+4569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363149555990423666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sm2768GRlhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jr6Kj41R3Tg/s1600-h/haley+4568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sm2768GRlhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jr6Kj41R3Tg/s320/haley+4568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363149352507381266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5735495351032458515?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5735495351032458515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5735495351032458515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5735495351032458515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5735495351032458515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/07/warning-another-blog-about-twilight.html' title='Warning!!! Another blog about Twilight'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sm28GyIaaHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/z5H_24t4EGc/s72-c/haley+4569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7783357194424011424</id><published>2009-07-23T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:40:22.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big plans</title><content type='html'>My birthday isnt until October and im already making plans. Why so early? Because im having a Twilight party and it has to be perfect!! Im super excited. I have been doing all kinds of fun crafts to get ready for it. I made a red velvet cake and covered it with home made fondant. For never making it before i think i did a pretty good job. My design is going to be two layers, incorporating all of the book covers. The chess board, the apple, red ribbon and parrot tulip. The pic is only my rough draft, and it would have a second layer if my kiddos hadn't have took a hand full out of it. Ive made bookmarks and coasters too. they turned out pretty awesome. Everyone will dress up, me being Bella going to prom, my mom Esme, Jay is still undecided, my friend Jen is Alice and her hubby will be jasper. Ive got a fog machine for "foggy forks". I cant wait! Its so funny because ive been looking online at different cake ideas and everything i see is for girls 15 and under. LOL I found one cake that said happy 23rd birthday and i didnt feel so lame after that. I plan on making "italiano" for the main coarse. I thought of making mushroom ravioli because its what Bella orders in the restaurant but im not fond of mushrooms. I have a fondue set as well and i plan on dying white chocolate red with strawberries and apples (of course) to dip. My birthday is really close to Halloween so its the perfect theme, plus as a kid i always wanted a Halloween party. Its ALWAYS fun to dress up! Answer me honestly, am i lame or would you come if you could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my practice cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SmigFsfxsRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Nh90og2FwyQ/s1600-h/haley+4565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SmigFsfxsRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Nh90og2FwyQ/s320/haley+4565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361711376088805650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7783357194424011424?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7783357194424011424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7783357194424011424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7783357194424011424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7783357194424011424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-plans.html' title='big plans'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SmigFsfxsRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Nh90og2FwyQ/s72-c/haley+4565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4128934035221120717</id><published>2009-07-20T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:19:48.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not a morning gal</title><content type='html'>So Jason and I decided that it would be a good idea if i started waking up with him every morning because I will be needing to do this when Haley starts school in a couple of weeks. SO, here i am at 6;30 in the morning with my cup of coffee trying to think of something to blog about, or else id me falling asleep right now. I made oatmeal and eggs for breakfast. We are working on our waist lines and are doing our best to eat healthier foods rather then skimp on the calories. Its hard to eat a lot of food in the morning. But i read that your breakfast should be the biggest meal. For lunch i packed Jason tuna, crackers, mixed fruit and apple sauce. I plan on eating the same thing. We aren't very good about sticking to diets and exercise BUT when Haley starts school i will be walking her to and from every day while pulling about 90 pounds of children in the wagon. It takes about 10 min to get there and 10 back. So twice a day would be roughly 40 min of walking everyday. That's much more then Ive been doing so I'm bound to shed a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; few&lt;/span&gt; pounds right? Anyway, I'm done. I'm awake now but still resisting the urge to curl up in bed until the kids get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4128934035221120717?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4128934035221120717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4128934035221120717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4128934035221120717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4128934035221120717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-morning-gal.html' title='not a morning gal'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7893049135580366894</id><published>2009-07-15T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:43:51.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>A month has flown by with flying colors! We returned from north Carolina so exhausted! That is a long trip with three kids and not to mention my ADD. Grandpa is doing fine. He had surgery and is still recovering. It was a pleasant trip this time around. Normally its so hectic because we are constantly moving. Going from one side of town to the other so see everyone. This time I got to just hang out with my mom and do not much of anything. We spent some time at the beach. got some great pictures. The beach is the best place on the earth. The day we went there weren't  many people there and it was kinda cloudy so it was great to just let the kids roam up and down the coast running from crashing waves. It was the first time it weeks that they could actually go without me saying "dont touch that" or "dont go too far". We were able to catch genuine smiles and good memories.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4tnNo4f0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3Gin_7LWeB8/s1600-h/haley+mad+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4tnNo4f0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3Gin_7LWeB8/s320/haley+mad+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358770758316752706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4tm5sEWII/AAAAAAAAAbI/NbzT3P6Ey7E/s1600-h/haley+beach+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4tm5sEWII/AAAAAAAAAbI/NbzT3P6Ey7E/s320/haley+beach+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358770752961403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we've been home nothing new has gone on. We had a great 4th of july. Started off a little rocky because jason "forgot" to tell me he invited company. Needless to say i was scrambling around the kitchen trying to figure out what to feed these people. It turned out quite nice in the end. We cooked the traditional burgers and dogs and had a flag pound cake,  and did some fireworks to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my patriotic girls)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4wrMilhWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dUFeu5jMK1U/s1600-h/haley+4448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4wrMilhWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dUFeu5jMK1U/s320/haley+4448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774125276267874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (surely not the work of Martha but it was yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4wrQjxg2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/jAimiMOitzE/s1600-h/haley+4439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4wrQjxg2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/jAimiMOitzE/s320/haley+4439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774126354989922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7893049135580366894?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7893049135580366894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7893049135580366894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7893049135580366894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7893049135580366894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sl4tnNo4f0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3Gin_7LWeB8/s72-c/haley+mad+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8343597704176837876</id><published>2009-06-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:00:13.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in need of prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjfPXTmR6FI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h6BG8yT8WE4/s1600-h/haley+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjfPXTmR6FI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h6BG8yT8WE4/s320/haley+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971081830525010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just found out that Jasons grandpa is very ill. He is in the hospital because he suffered a heart attack. Now he is battling phenomena before they can perform open heart surgery. Please keep him in your prayers. In many ways he is like a father to jason and he is taking this really hard. We are packing and heading to North carolina in the morning to be with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-8343597704176837876?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8343597704176837876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8343597704176837876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8343597704176837876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8343597704176837876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-need-of-prayers.html' title='in need of prayers'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjfPXTmR6FI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h6BG8yT8WE4/s72-c/haley+264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4474829986538895524</id><published>2009-06-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:52:43.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things that made me smile</title><content type='html'>Today has not started off so well. I slept on the couch last night because my mattress makes my back hurt, and my room gets so hot. Not that the couch was much better but at least i wasn't hot. When i don't get a good nights sleep I'm a grump. I'm trying my hardest to recover and not let my bad mood poison the house for the day. I was listening to family life radio and this lady said when she has a rough day she sits down and writes a list of ten things that brighten her life. So I'm inspired to do the same because today has started out rough. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that made me smile today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  my girls slept in their own beds past 7 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;2) Haley sat down for 30 min just writing letters and her name. I'm so proud that she is eager to perfect her penmanship&lt;br /&gt;3) Maddy went poo in the potty!&lt;br /&gt;4) Peyton had a beautiful smile on her face when i went to get her out of her crib. She was genuinely happy to see me&lt;br /&gt;5)The sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;6) I found a beautiful pair of shoes for 3 dollars that retail for 120 on a local yard sale web site!&lt;br /&gt;7) My house is clean&lt;br /&gt;8) I chatted with my always silly mom today.&lt;br /&gt;9)Haley promised to help me make monkey munch.&lt;br /&gt;10) It hasn't happened yet but i know jay will come home with a smile on his face no matter how hard his day was and greet me with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4474829986538895524?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4474829986538895524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4474829986538895524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4474829986538895524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4474829986538895524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-thinks-that-made-me-smile.html' title='10 things that made me smile'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6256334915120127896</id><published>2009-06-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:12:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shes at it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjAFOc-yB4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/8fGUsZmQPqI/s1600-h/haley+4269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjAFOc-yB4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/8fGUsZmQPqI/s320/haley+4269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345778503544604546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little explorer let curiosity get the best of her again. This time she put a whole tube of neosporin (im sure i spelled that wrong)  in her hair. Ive washed it 8 times and its still slick and greasy.  O well. I'm sure it will come out eventually. Until then she just looks like she needs a serious bath. What will she think of next. She is going to do great things with her curiosity one day.  I just know it :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjAFOIQukTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hv4POLJ6_Ok/s1600-h/haley+4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjAFOIQukTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hv4POLJ6_Ok/s320/haley+4268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345778497982730546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6256334915120127896?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6256334915120127896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6256334915120127896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6256334915120127896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6256334915120127896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-at-it-again.html' title='shes at it again'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SjAFOc-yB4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/8fGUsZmQPqI/s72-c/haley+4269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-858148324191066004</id><published>2009-06-09T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:24:36.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>splish spash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si6avcVss0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/bBwLxSdPMzQ/s1600-h/haley+madpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si6avcVss0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/bBwLxSdPMzQ/s320/haley+madpool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379947587089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a pretty awesome pool this year. I can actually get in and stretch out with the kids actively splashing around me. The kids love it!. Its so great because we can actually be outside of the house and not melt. The humid here in Georgia is ridiculous so if you don't have a way to keep cool, you will be inside forever! And that leads to cabin fever which is never good. Im very grateful for this pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si6aJ-sn55I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3TpBkumDMng/s1600-h/haley+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si6aJ-sn55I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3TpBkumDMng/s320/haley+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379303975020434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-858148324191066004?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/858148324191066004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=858148324191066004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/858148324191066004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/858148324191066004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/splish-spash.html' title='splish spash'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si6avcVss0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/bBwLxSdPMzQ/s72-c/haley+madpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4364524493598262005</id><published>2009-06-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:15:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si1_VL07SfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Te_uDWYHihM/s1600-h/haley+4254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si1_VL07SfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Te_uDWYHihM/s320/haley+4254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345068334687406578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. Its gone. I cut it all off. And it feels so good!! The front could be a tad longer for my taste and the back needs to be blended a bit more but im happy over all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4364524493598262005?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4364524493598262005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4364524493598262005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4364524493598262005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4364524493598262005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-gone.html' title='Its gone'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Si1_VL07SfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Te_uDWYHihM/s72-c/haley+4254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-9067856731179817521</id><published>2009-06-05T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:39:42.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all in favor say "I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SikuG87okrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/C0-IpWd3UYU/s1600-h/m_2452faf5e78f466183308515c6c6242a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SikuG87okrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/C0-IpWd3UYU/s320/m_2452faf5e78f466183308515c6c6242a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343853129822147250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored with my hair yet again. It wont grow past a certain point so growing it long is out of the picture. Its so hot that its always pulled up and now is starting to break off. I'm pretty sure I'm going to chop it off for the summer. Here is a picture of a cut that i really like. I even love the color although its pretty wild for what i would normally do. This is a picture from the salon that i love called High Maintenance. Would this cut look good on me? Would i cause traffic accidents if i color my hair this wild? I want honest opinions because Jason tells me anything would look good on me. Although that is really sweet, it doesn't help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-9067856731179817521?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/9067856731179817521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=9067856731179817521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9067856731179817521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9067856731179817521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-in-favor-say-i.html' title='all in favor say &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SikuG87okrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/C0-IpWd3UYU/s72-c/m_2452faf5e78f466183308515c6c6242a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5481510446495906896</id><published>2009-06-04T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:10:59.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hes simply the best</title><content type='html'>The past two days have just been so nerve racking. My girls have just been testing me in every way possible. Peyton is going through the stage were she doesnt want to be put down. so she follows me around the house screaming and having a fit. Most days i can handle it flawlessly but the past two days have taken its tole on me. So my dear hubby knows how exhausted i have been and comes home with a "survival kit". First i read the card and here is what it says.&lt;br /&gt;   ~Aleve headache medicine- for strength to last ALL DAY&lt;br /&gt;   ~Wet ones- because you love the taste and to wipe off the ick so you can shine.( explanation at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;   ~ Ear plugs - for when things get a little too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet is that? It wasnt even much but it was the thought behind it. No matter how bratty or impossible i can be he always knows how to lift my spirits. He is my best friend, my rock, my love. And he is wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SigasHZrIrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dpaaX_B6Vgw/s1600-h/haley+4251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SigasHZrIrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dpaaX_B6Vgw/s320/haley+4251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343550303078392498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*explanation for the wet ones- the reason he said i liked the taste is because one day i downed a cup of water that haley had dipped a wet one in. It took forever to get that taste out of my mouth. now even the smell of them makes me cringe. yuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5481510446495906896?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5481510446495906896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5481510446495906896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5481510446495906896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5481510446495906896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-simply-best.html' title='hes simply the best'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SigasHZrIrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dpaaX_B6Vgw/s72-c/haley+4251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-241521788135512510</id><published>2009-06-03T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:21:44.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQwNjAyMTQ2MjUmcHQ9MTI*NDA2MDIxNTkzNyZwPTI2ODQxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 466px;"&gt;    &lt;object width="466" height="375"&gt;        &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"&gt;        &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=zM2ge2yC&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false"&gt;        &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;        &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;        &lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="showCode=zM2ge2yC&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;    &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl turned five while we were in NC. We had a chucky cheese party which was extra fun because we had the whole place to our selves. All the other kids were in school. It was a super special day for a super special girl. I cant believe she is five... **sniffles**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-241521788135512510?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/241521788135512510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=241521788135512510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/241521788135512510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/241521788135512510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-5.html' title='The big 5'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6481626941771849950</id><published>2009-06-03T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:53:00.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home from carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQwNTg*OTQ4OTAmcHQ9MTI*NDA1ODUwNjE1NiZwPTI2ODQxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 466px;"&gt;    &lt;object width="466" height="375"&gt;        &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"&gt;        &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=eb6kJ9et&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false"&gt;        &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;        &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;        &lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="showCode=eb6kJ9et&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;    &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we returned from North Carolina a week ago. We had  a grand ole time. First we stopped into myrtle beach and enjoyed our ocean front hotel 14 stories up. I could honestly live on the beach. I didnt want  to leave. We stayed at jasons sisters house who graciously let us terrorize her house. Too kind of her.   We stayed super busy while we were there. So many people to see and they each live 45 min away from each other. We stayed with jasons dad for a few days, hit up the beach. I warned jason to put sunblock on but he thought he was above spf30 and opted to get a "tan" instead. SO i refrained from acting like him momma and let him do his thang..... needless to say he paid for it a few days later. I swear i thought i was going to have to take him to the Emergency room. When his pain went away i rubbed in all the "i told you so's i could".. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are back to our normal routine, enjoying the 90 degree weather. Life is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6481626941771849950?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6481626941771849950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6481626941771849950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6481626941771849950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6481626941771849950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-from-carolina.html' title='home from carolina'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-9084579132259192744</id><published>2009-05-07T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:51:49.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recap</title><content type='html'>The week has been forever long!!!  we are leaving for a much needed vacation to nc on saturday and  I think we are all going nutz from the anticipation of it all. I havent been a very good momma the past week. Just really busy cleaning and packing so my kids are starving for attention. Maddy resorted to smearing peanut butter all over her body to entertain herself. When i neglect to play with them they only tear up the house more so it completely defeats the purpose of cleaning all together. I guess i need to find that happy medium.&lt;br /&gt;Any who For cinco de mayo we had some good authentic mexican food.... taco bell. LOL it was good actually. It was a good excuse to eat out. Jay has been super busy studying for staff. He already took the test so some of that stress is gone. Haley had her MRI on Wednesday. she was a champ. The nurses at the children's hospital are truly God sent. They really made her feel comfortable. I cried like a baby when they put her under. I was able to hold her while they fed the drugs through her IV. She kept saying "what are they doing mommy, i dont like it" and just like that she was out. I just kept kissing her and telling her i love her while she was falling asleep. I sat in a chair at  the back  of the room watching my tiny baby girl lay there in this HUGE MRI machine. She was really crabby when she came out of it. She couldn't eat anything all morning so she was ready to go eat. Results wont be in for a few days so keep us in your prayers.  Her ear doctor is trying to talk me into the Baha treatment for her ear . It screws into her head. what would you do? Here is a pic of it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SgMtWJwIKeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kghD0ffG7ss/s1600-h/compactinsitu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SgMtWJwIKeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kghD0ffG7ss/s320/compactinsitu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333156242334951906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-9084579132259192744?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/9084579132259192744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=9084579132259192744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9084579132259192744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9084579132259192744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/05/recap.html' title='recap'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SgMtWJwIKeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kghD0ffG7ss/s72-c/compactinsitu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-2162005220201566225</id><published>2009-05-03T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:19:46.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest week ever</title><content type='html'>Gosh this week just wont end!!!! Jason had to work this weekend due to the air show thats going on right now. Last week he was in Chicago for four days on a TDY trip. Im wore slam out! Next weekend we are going to the lovely North carolina. It couldnt have come at a better time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k... im done compaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-2162005220201566225?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2162005220201566225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=2162005220201566225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2162005220201566225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2162005220201566225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/05/longest-week-ever.html' title='The longest week ever'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5140177149660096288</id><published>2009-04-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:44:27.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i scored at Goodwill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SfHPxCfQZnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/E7RgEy7FceE/s1600-h/haley+4130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SfHPxCfQZnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/E7RgEy7FceE/s320/haley+4130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328268275544516210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had originally planned on getting haley a big bike for her birthday but i was browsing Goodwill yesterday and found this one for just 6 bucks. AND..... it was military appreciation day soooo i got 10% off! SCORE!! I love finding good stuff at goodwill.Is in pretty good shape too. The tires are dirty but who cares. We were fully prepared to pay 45 dollars for a new bike. When i brought it home, jay gave me a shameful look. "that was supposed to be her birthday gift!" That was his reaction. Im like hold up smalls, i just saved us 40 bucks!! Once he saw how excited she was i could see the glitter in his eye also. She is still learning how to use the breaks though. Our driveway is sort of slanted so when she let her feet off the breaks she want flying down the drive way almost into the street. I caught her right before she dove off into the grass. Thank God for helmets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5140177149660096288?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5140177149660096288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5140177149660096288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5140177149660096288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5140177149660096288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-scored-at-goodwill.html' title='i scored at Goodwill'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SfHPxCfQZnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/E7RgEy7FceE/s72-c/haley+4130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1250868609928754717</id><published>2009-04-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:33:18.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy earth day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Se9USrbmzKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/q56RALuGq94/s1600-h/haley+4128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Se9USrbmzKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/q56RALuGq94/s320/haley+4128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327569564075478178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Se9USZTHjrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HdJd_JRV8MA/s1600-h/haley+4127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Se9USZTHjrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HdJd_JRV8MA/s320/haley+4127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327569559208038066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked haley what she would like to do for earth day and she said she would like to plant seeds. So thats what we did. Its a ghetto little garden but was made with love ;) There was a ton of grub worms that lost a home, i felt bad but what can you do. Haley cant wait for her wild flowers to bloom. I hope the pop up for her, shes really &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Se9US10_30I/AAAAAAAAAWw/zmjiMQk87T8/s1600-h/haley+4126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Se9US10_30I/AAAAAAAAAWw/zmjiMQk87T8/s320/haley+4126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327569566866333506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1250868609928754717?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1250868609928754717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1250868609928754717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1250868609928754717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1250868609928754717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='happy earth day'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Se9USrbmzKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/q56RALuGq94/s72-c/haley+4128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1379239280040200954</id><published>2009-04-16T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:52:09.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im a big kid now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sec34JQTjwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yYHXTzFn1LE/s1600-h/haley+3148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sec34JQTjwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yYHXTzFn1LE/s320/haley+3148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325286522085412610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil stinker has gone potty! I thought this day would NEVER come. She has been refusing for the longest time. I think the trick for her is privacy, when i walk out of the bathroom she goes. She has gone three times so far, still a work in progress. Baby steps right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1379239280040200954?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1379239280040200954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1379239280040200954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1379239280040200954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1379239280040200954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-big-kid-now.html' title='im a big kid now!'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/Sec34JQTjwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yYHXTzFn1LE/s72-c/haley+3148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3699149909044651524</id><published>2009-04-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:40:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday girl</title><content type='html'>My baby is a year, make her stop growing. She had a great time digging in her Reese brownie. It was a small get together but she seemed to enjoy the attention.You break all the rules by the third child ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeYU3_BXwVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cKgTM66X8gc/s1600-h/haley+3966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeYU3_BXwVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cKgTM66X8gc/s320/haley+3966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966561454735698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeYU39xqXQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eqMKyi5QBXQ/s1600-h/haley+3965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeYU39xqXQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eqMKyi5QBXQ/s320/haley+3965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966561120410882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3699149909044651524?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3699149909044651524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3699149909044651524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3699149909044651524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3699149909044651524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday girl'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeYU3_BXwVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cKgTM66X8gc/s72-c/haley+3966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5811895194190279501</id><published>2009-04-14T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:06:13.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haleys quiz</title><content type='html'>Kid Quiz&lt;br /&gt;Ask your child(ren) to answer the questions and type their answers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something mom always says?&lt;br /&gt;"ummm Dont open the dork" (dork=door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;"that your happy to be glad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;”when the house is dirty and when we say mean words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;"when you make funny face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think your mom was like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;"that your so cute and tiny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;"you are 65" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;"65"(her new fav number?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your mom's favorite thing to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;"scary"(i think she means twilight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when you are not around?&lt;br /&gt;"play outside" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;"making my hairbows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;"singing"(ill take it, it wont last for long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;"getting mad"(too funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does your mom do for her job?&lt;br /&gt;"the computer"(Yikes , theres and eye opener)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;"strawberries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;"you clean up the house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;"strawberry shortcake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;"make cake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;"cause we are family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?&lt;br /&gt;"to carolinas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too cute carrie, i really enjoyed hearing her answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-link" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=795223432616872561&amp;amp;postID=3339383366811172387&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5811895194190279501?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5811895194190279501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5811895194190279501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5811895194190279501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5811895194190279501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/haleys-quiz.html' title='Haleys quiz'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8698001469334889939</id><published>2009-04-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:51:16.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUj2VDrjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qG3Eg8DGzKI/s1600-h/haley+3980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUj2VDrjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qG3Eg8DGzKI/s320/haley+3980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324544003058937394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjoMb9SI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0NgJti1NfTs/s1600-h/haley+3981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjoMb9SI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0NgJti1NfTs/s320/haley+3981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543999264683298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjQqXeuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q46b8AqVLnA/s1600-h/haley+3930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjQqXeuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q46b8AqVLnA/s320/haley+3930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543992947768034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjTtgfLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/E23lRmy8KaE/s1600-h/haley+3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjTtgfLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/E23lRmy8KaE/s320/haley+3922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543993766247602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjEW9n9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sK4YI5SXsIg/s1600-h/haley+3918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUjEW9n9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sK4YI5SXsIg/s320/haley+3918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543989645156306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the night before Easter, we searched the whole house, no one could find it, not even my spouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you love my rhyming skills? Anyway, the night before Easter, jay and i were up late cleaning up, getting baskets together, nibbling on carrots for the "bunny" and hiding eggs. I started clearing off my bathroom sink and noticed my wedding ring was gone. The reason i had the thing off in the first place was because i was putting a really goopy product in my hair and it was just easier then cleaning it out. so i guess i forgot to put it back on. well it was gone, i was sure that Maddy got a hold of it and flushed it down the toilet. I was frantic, looking high and low. It was no where to be found. I went to bed with great anxiety that night. When we woke up, the kids were to excited to find there baskets on the table. So after the excitement died down a bit i asked Haley if she knew where Mommy's ring was. She replies "yep, its in my window. It was in the bathtub and i was keeping it safe" Then she guides me to her room where my beautiful ring sat safely in the corner of her window seal. A thousand pounds was lifted off my shoulders. Then came the real fun.&lt;br /&gt;     We started a new tradition. The Easter baskets are from mom and dad and the Easter bunny comes and leaves goodies outside. I mean there are no great stories about how he gets in the house like Santa so i figure we can keep him out doors. We hid bright shiny eggs all over the yard and a few bigger items like a movie, butterfly net, sidewalk chalk, stuff like that. They were all bundled up in their robes hunting for goodies at 7 in the morning. It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day , our neighbors came over, enjoyed a huge dinner traditional style, and had another egg hunt. I adore holidays. The only thing that bums me out is that i didn't get to put adorable dresses on them. well i did, but a few hours into the day they were FILTHY. so i didn't get any good pics of my dressed up beauties. I guess i need to be more prepared for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-8698001469334889939?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8698001469334889939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8698001469334889939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8698001469334889939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8698001469334889939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter fun'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SeSUj2VDrjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qG3Eg8DGzKI/s72-c/haley+3980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-310260749604254003</id><published>2009-04-04T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:30:30.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pinkest party on the planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdffT2WL98I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LBax5achunA/s1600-h/haley+3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdffT2WL98I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LBax5achunA/s320/haley+3706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320967016860612546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdfezvBamhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oHdbNlLW82U/s1600-h/haley+3728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdfezvBamhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oHdbNlLW82U/s320/haley+3728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320966465138629138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what the georgia folk call it anyway. We attended the Cherry blossom festival a few days ago and had a lot of fun. It was Tunes and Balloons day, we rocked out to some good music and watched the hot air balloons go up. It was good family time. We packed a cooler and brought a blanket. It was nice to just sit, munch, and enjoy eachothers company. It seems like we dont get to do things like this as often as id like because the kids dont last very long in these situations but it was quite pleasant. Maybe they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; ready for more outings like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-310260749604254003?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/310260749604254003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=310260749604254003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/310260749604254003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/310260749604254003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/pinkest-party-on-planet.html' title='The pinkest party on the planet'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdffT2WL98I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LBax5achunA/s72-c/haley+3706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-143290240932094578</id><published>2009-04-03T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:34:20.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month</title><content type='html'>Another month has gone by and still nothing to write about. I still love to get on and read other blogs but i think in doing that it makes me feel really insecure with my own blog. Other blogs are just so fun to read and i couldn't imagine one person coming across mine and saying "wow, that was interesting". But ive come to terms with that and im going to write anyway. I enjoy looking back on what i wrote months ago so here i go again, with nothing cool to say.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdbT8bKLuQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SJspHRmdBZo/s1600-h/haley+3557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdbT8bKLuQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SJspHRmdBZo/s320/haley+3557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320673044820900098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month,&lt;br /&gt;~maddy has chopped off a huge chunk of hair, right on top.Im not even sure where she got the scissors. Dont you love the picture, she has a pair of pretend scissors in her hands, and a hat to cover her new do.  So many people have told me , Dont worry about it, it will grow back. Yes indeed it will but let me point out that it took two years for her to grow just enough to put in a one inch pony. Now only a comb over will work. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdbR1n4CeoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5DYMJtIEmGo/s1600-h/haley+3493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdbR1n4CeoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5DYMJtIEmGo/s320/haley+3493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320670728952117890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We have gotten and update on Haley's hearing loss. She has to go to a children's hospital to get an MRI to be sure there is nothing causing the loss of hearing. She will need to be sedated for it. I'm really scared to be honest, i mean I didnt even think that there could be something wrong in her head but when they go looking, its scary to think that they could find something. Im sure every thing will be fine, its just the momma in me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdbTGvjxm2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/7QNx25irG38/s1600-h/haley+3480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdbTGvjxm2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/7QNx25irG38/s320/haley+3480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320672122584013666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peyton is growing like a weed. She is only one size behind Maddy. She turns one year on the 8th , yet shows no signs of walking at all. Im kinda happy about that though. After all , she is my last baby, no more for me so i am taking full advantage of all the baby qualities she still has.And how much does she look like jason? honestly. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jason just turned 25, i know hes old right. We didnt do anything extravagant, just at Alfredo and pineapple upside down cake. I tried to pull a fast one on him with trick candles but the dang things went out on the first puff. what a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~And as for me, well, nothing new here. Just doing the mommy thing. Jason and I celebrated five years of marriage so thats lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all she wrote, until tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-143290240932094578?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/143290240932094578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=143290240932094578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/143290240932094578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/143290240932094578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-month.html' title='Another month'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SdbT8bKLuQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SJspHRmdBZo/s72-c/haley+3557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8866490088697908930</id><published>2009-02-25T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:47:24.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asthmatic</title><content type='html'>Yep thats me. who knew. Ive always had a hard time breathing, especially during exercises but i  never put two and two together that maybe, just maybe i had asthma. well i went to the doctor and sure enough i do. She gave me a fancy inhaler to use before working out.  I tried it last night and it helped. I thought i was just a big wimp who couldnt get her breathing under control. YAY for being wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-8866490088697908930?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8866490088697908930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8866490088697908930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8866490088697908930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8866490088697908930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/02/asthmatic.html' title='asthmatic'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3481779187459497909</id><published>2009-02-20T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:14:11.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>Well im not really sure why i stopped blogging for a whole month... well actually i kinda do. I started reading twilight and moved on to the other three books without noticing the world around me. My poor kids....  Really its that good. Im totally in love with a vampire. After i finished the series i logged into blogger, opened a new page and.... nothing. I did this a few times until i convinced myself that i have absolutely nothing interesting to say. So now im back with still nothing to say. lol In the past month ive read like crazy, watched twilight the movie... and might i add that it did not do the book justice but i still loved it. My mom came and went. For valentines day jay and i were able to go out on a date because my mom was here to watch the girls. We were going to go to Olive garden.... and hour and a half wait.... so we went to outback.... two hour wait. UHHHGGGG so we went to zaxbys. A lovely date to a fast food chicken joint. Plus i had a HORRIBLE cold. It was still nice to get out together. Anyway ill be writing here again but i cant promise anything good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3481779187459497909?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3481779187459497909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3481779187459497909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3481779187459497909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3481779187459497909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6339104144131140427</id><published>2009-01-14T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:41:27.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can ya hear me now?</title><content type='html'>I discovered my poor Haley is deaf in her right ear. We were listening to my mp3 player and she said she wanted to listen to "iron man" song. (I know , completely out of character for girly princess haley to listen to Black Sabbath right?) So i put up on headphone to her right ear and she said she couldn't hear it.. I turn up the volume.... still nothing. Then i put it up to her left ear and she named the song. We tried this several times with different song and still the same outcome. Crazy right? I know its not really a big deal but it still kinda worries me.  We got an app, coming up and we will see what the verdict is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6339104144131140427?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6339104144131140427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6339104144131140427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6339104144131140427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6339104144131140427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-ya-hear-me-now.html' title='can ya hear me now?'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6898469765960769990</id><published>2009-01-14T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:35:14.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've been discovered</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before Christmas...... we put cinnamon rolls out for Santa(didn't have the ingredients for cookies) and a beautiful card that Haley made for Santa. She was so happy to see Santa got it and ate the rolls. About two weeks later i was going some cleaning. I was going through the stack of junk on top of my entertainment center and didn't even realize the lovely picture for Santa was in the mix. Haley being Haley started going through it and found it. Now i didn't even realize because she doodles so much and they all look really similar but Haley sure knew. She gasped and came running at me with the picture. "mommy Santa forgot it!!!" I was doing everything i could not to crack up laughing. I told her he must have been so busy with presents that he forgot it. I told her i would give him a call and ask him to come get it while the girls slept in there big girl beds. So we left it on the fire place again. We put an elf's hat there in place of the picture and when she woke up she saw the hat. "MOMMY.. the elf came and forgot his hat!!" I told her I'm sure the elf had many more hats and she could keep it. I could tell that her mind was just-a-rolling. "how magical mommy" was all she said to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6898469765960769990?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6898469765960769990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6898469765960769990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6898469765960769990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6898469765960769990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/01/weve-been-discovered.html' title='we&apos;ve been discovered'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1488675033531921000</id><published>2009-01-12T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:18:10.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a successful night</title><content type='html'>Maddy slept in her big girl bed last night. After reading a certain blog **Ahem... carrie!** i was inspired to get my two year old in her big girl bed. At first i was really afraid that it would be a huge brawl but she only got up a few times. She fell and got hurt while trying to bug haley and after that she stayed put. They were asleep by 8:00 from the normal 9:45 so thats great. Jason and i didnt even know what to do with ourselves. Normally we are down for the count by the time we get the kids to bed. So all in all it was a successful night and i hope &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; nights go this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1488675033531921000?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1488675033531921000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1488675033531921000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1488675033531921000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1488675033531921000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/01/successful-night.html' title='a successful night'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5717141003234179267</id><published>2009-01-12T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:10:13.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOKED</title><content type='html'>On twilight. I started reading in last night and i cant put it down.  I thought i would see what all the talk was about and i see why. I cant wait to see the movie! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Normally&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; my kind of read but maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; because i never think outside the box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5717141003234179267?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5717141003234179267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5717141003234179267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5717141003234179267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5717141003234179267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooked.html' title='HOOKED'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-2865432977576842776</id><published>2009-01-05T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:20:24.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost without LOST</title><content type='html'>see that silly count down thingy on the right? yea I'm freaking out! i cant wait for my show to return. Its hands down the best show that ever aired. It gives me butterflies thinking about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow I'm a dork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-2865432977576842776?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2865432977576842776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=2865432977576842776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2865432977576842776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2865432977576842776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-without-lost.html' title='lost without LOST'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7535667418265007073</id><published>2009-01-03T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:13:21.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions</title><content type='html'>And boy do i have a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Obsess less and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lose 25 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Officially have a "binky" free house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) eat out less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) the most important to me ..... grow as a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) become more "green" and waste less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) watch less tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part im hoping to be the best me i can be this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7535667418265007073?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7535667418265007073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7535667418265007073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7535667418265007073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7535667418265007073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='resolutions'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3331810334233670887</id><published>2008-12-29T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:10:42.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby girl is 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SVj2YrS6WJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OVS87_KbaXo/s1600-h/new+pics+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285245066518616210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SVj2YrS6WJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OVS87_KbaXo/s320/new+pics+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SVj1MLDg17I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ihEonW0jK_A/s1600-h/haley+2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243752194037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SVj1MLDg17I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ihEonW0jK_A/s320/haley+2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243759474025618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SVj1MmLMpJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BrfeJci-mWY/s320/haley+3119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I cant believe how fast two years went by. She is two going on 10. She has a mind of her own and is very strong willed. She is loving and kind, And i love her so. Happy birthday maddy doodle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3331810334233670887?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3331810334233670887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3331810334233670887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3331810334233670887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3331810334233670887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby-girl-is-2.html' title='My baby girl is 2'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SVj2YrS6WJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OVS87_KbaXo/s72-c/new+pics+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3724875102738604055</id><published>2008-12-11T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:29:39.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight i made toffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was yummy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm giving it away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I will eat myself to obesity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3724875102738604055?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3724875102738604055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3724875102738604055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3724875102738604055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3724875102738604055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/yum.html' title='yum'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6835041213542624888</id><published>2008-12-11T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:43:54.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warner robins parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0uLqnSNI/AAAAAAAAATs/PWfOCZR3K-Q/s1600-h/haley+3050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278558206265084114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0uLqnSNI/AAAAAAAAATs/PWfOCZR3K-Q/s320/haley+3050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only in the south you will see a float like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0t7mjW0I/AAAAAAAAATk/cN6JajACp0U/s1600-h/haley+3046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278558201953082178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0t7mjW0I/AAAAAAAAATk/cN6JajACp0U/s320/haley+3046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jason and maddy enjoying the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0tthAYDI/AAAAAAAAATc/F0pkqjYjAP8/s1600-h/haley+3042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278558198171721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0tthAYDI/AAAAAAAAATc/F0pkqjYjAP8/s320/haley+3042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley waving her heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0svXHs-I/AAAAAAAAATU/ooM9JrtpqyE/s1600-h/haley+3039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278558181487260642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0svXHs-I/AAAAAAAAATU/ooM9JrtpqyE/s320/haley+3039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you know, this months blog entries will likely be all about things we are doing to celebrate Christmas. If its super annoying i understand completely! lol Any who, last weekend we went to the parade as we have done for the last two Christmases that we have lived here in GA. I guess you can call it a tradition. We had much fun sitting out there in the cold yelling merry Christmas to all the local beauty queens and businesses. Maddy wanted to run out into the street right along with them on a few occasions and haley sat still on her blanket making sure everyone saw her wave. Then we were off to Bojangles for some breakfast. YUM... What a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6835041213542624888?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6835041213542624888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6835041213542624888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6835041213542624888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6835041213542624888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/warner-robins-parade.html' title='Warner robins parade'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SUE0uLqnSNI/AAAAAAAAATs/PWfOCZR3K-Q/s72-c/haley+3050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-2682353319736979438</id><published>2008-12-10T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:53:27.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a Fairy Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72d72b996c08684a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72d72b996c08684a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283897%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E3412FFB485821E3AB0FD2940FA273CF689254F.6DA5E27EAC3D4A822AC8556197336A27ED68E3A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72d72b996c08684a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGkx_A4u2v41RAyI2xCCfzeXwWTU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72d72b996c08684a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283897%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E3412FFB485821E3AB0FD2940FA273CF689254F.6DA5E27EAC3D4A822AC8556197336A27ED68E3A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72d72b996c08684a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGkx_A4u2v41RAyI2xCCfzeXwWTU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure the girl has glitter in her veins. She turned the classic "jingle bells" into "Tinkerbell".  Tinker bell , Tinker bell tinker all the way.......lalalalalaalala..... she doesn't know all the words but its still so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-2682353319736979438?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=72d72b996c08684a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2682353319736979438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=2682353319736979438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2682353319736979438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2682353319736979438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-fairy-merry-christmas.html' title='have a Fairy Merry Christmas'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3058571793211537148</id><published>2008-12-09T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:44:10.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>santa baby</title><content type='html'>Jason had me pick up a santa suit for the christmas party at his work. so when i got home i made sure that everything was in the box and i just couldnt resist putting it on. It was the hottest .. itchiest thing ive ever worn but  the look on haleys face when i walked in her room was priceless. She was stunned silly. I couldnt help but laugh and that blew my cover. we had a lot of fun playing santa for a few minutes but i feel sorry for the person who has to wear that thing for a few hours.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278017002107011682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/ST9If9EPgmI/AAAAAAAAATM/7k0epdyaZ_I/s320/haley+3061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278016997721937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/ST9IfsuwlrI/AAAAAAAAATE/4XnaBhN2Mf0/s320/haley+3059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278016386153167346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/ST9H8GdZufI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xKmJ9TTM8ls/s320/haley+3054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3058571793211537148?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3058571793211537148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3058571793211537148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3058571793211537148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3058571793211537148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-baby.html' title='santa baby'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/ST9If9EPgmI/AAAAAAAAATM/7k0epdyaZ_I/s72-c/haley+3061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-2595565784609241251</id><published>2008-12-05T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:40:51.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a goof i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STnzVfa333I/AAAAAAAAASc/SA8BEKdqveM/s1600-h/haley+3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276515988978261874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STnzVfa333I/AAAAAAAAASc/SA8BEKdqveM/s320/haley+3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tonight i went in the bathroom to wash my face before bed. And i washed my face with gel. Thats right.... hair gel. It was sitting right next to my face wash and the bottles look similar. I put it im my hand, put my hand under the water to lather then put it on my face. And thats when i realized......ooppss. I didnt think i was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-2595565784609241251?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2595565784609241251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=2595565784609241251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2595565784609241251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2595565784609241251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-goof-i-am.html' title='what a goof i am'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STnzVfa333I/AAAAAAAAASc/SA8BEKdqveM/s72-c/haley+3008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-2017611516061003538</id><published>2008-12-05T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:33:25.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Haley had so much fun doing gingerbread ornaments. I couldnt stress it enough that they weren't edible. Jason walks in the house and almost ate one. Maddy was pushing chairs up to the counter shouting "COOKIE". They do smell delightful i must say. Thanks Carrie for the 411 on how to make em. We are going to give them as gifts to our family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276514055362036114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STnxk8I1wZI/AAAAAAAAASE/zHH3jf6QdmA/s320/haley+3034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had some fun with food and had "ants on a log". Super messy but they really enjoyed this healthy treat. I remember doing it when i was a kid. I didnt think they would eat it though, But they sure did put a hurtin on em.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276514056572189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STnxlApXOhI/AAAAAAAAASU/QwzFZaFi-jQ/s320/haley+3016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276514059468706338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STnxlLb8kiI/AAAAAAAAASM/LMU3uoX-a2c/s320/haley+3031.jpg" border="0" /&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/2168082485447138997-2017611516061003538?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2017611516061003538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=2017611516061003538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2017611516061003538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2017611516061003538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-with-girls.html' title='fun with the girls'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STnxk8I1wZI/AAAAAAAAASE/zHH3jf6QdmA/s72-c/haley+3034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8953873544099311592</id><published>2008-12-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:29.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stockings were hung by the chiminey with care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapEKgn_9I/AAAAAAAAARk/L-kzm9qP3gw/s1600-h/haley+3010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589902516879314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapEKgn_9I/AAAAAAAAARk/L-kzm9qP3gw/s320/haley+3010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapDnEPo5I/AAAAAAAAARc/kQgH_wCpQKc/s1600-h/haley+3007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589893002601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapDnEPo5I/AAAAAAAAARc/kQgH_wCpQKc/s320/haley+3007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapDTZkH0I/AAAAAAAAARU/jBy-h_xFpBk/s1600-h/haley+2989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589887723315010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapDTZkH0I/AAAAAAAAARU/jBy-h_xFpBk/s320/haley+2989.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/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapCoR99oI/AAAAAAAAARM/J7a3IJjGbiQ/s1600-h/haley+2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589876148729474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapCoR99oI/AAAAAAAAARM/J7a3IJjGbiQ/s320/haley+2991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my goodness its not easy getting three kids to look at the camera at once. I got some ok photos tho. They were trying to make me nutz before hand. I know it. First maddy pulled her hair bow out. Then peyton spit up on her outfit. Then maddy got into haleys left over cereal and got it all over her. They were out to get me but i still came out on top! They are darling little girls if i say so myself. Maybe one day ill actually learn how to use my advanced camera . Until then you get regular ole snap shots.&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/2168082485447138997-8953873544099311592?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8953873544099311592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8953873544099311592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8953873544099311592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8953873544099311592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-snap-shots.html' title='the stockings were hung by the chiminey with care'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STapEKgn_9I/AAAAAAAAARk/L-kzm9qP3gw/s72-c/haley+3010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8020634971721236855</id><published>2008-12-02T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:00:01.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about the past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STVpFGsTeWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xuEOn6rbHQ0/s1600-h/haley+2877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238074951104866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STVpFGsTeWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xuEOn6rbHQ0/s320/haley+2877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STVoIaqmMkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PFrT2MtxlhQ/s1600-h/haley+2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237032340632130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STVoIaqmMkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PFrT2MtxlhQ/s320/haley+2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STVnx9y_JrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NSs4oexdoRQ/s1600-h/haley+2961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275236646634071730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STVnx9y_JrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NSs4oexdoRQ/s320/haley+2961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im really bummed that i didnt get more pictures of our thanksgiving . We had a great one. Jasons sister and her three kids came to share the day with us. It was a crowded house with six kids and three adults under one roof but it was a lot of fun. The more the merrier to me. Our meal was so yummy i probably ate three days worth of calories but its all good. Haley and maddy could care less about the food but Peyton was messin some sweet potatoes and bread up. What a champ. ........ I woke up rather early to go get the black friday newspaper and many places were sold out. Walgreens was on the ball because they had like 50 left. So my sister in law and I were mapping out our plan of attack. First... Kohls.. then... walmart.... then toys r us.... then target....then home. It was so much fun but holy cow ive never seen so many people in one store. Let me remind you it was 3 in the morning! Im surprised i was even able to function seeing as how i went to bed at 1 in the morning. Im still recovering. All in all it was a great week. . Anywho i should be back to blogging on a regular basis now that company has left.&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/2168082485447138997-8020634971721236855?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8020634971721236855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8020634971721236855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8020634971721236855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8020634971721236855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-about-past-week.html' title='A little about the past week'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/STVpFGsTeWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xuEOn6rbHQ0/s72-c/haley+2877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3687671883007886669</id><published>2008-11-22T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:37:22.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Logan smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SSjB0lvXVxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aHwSbX28ysQ/s1600-h/l_8ed133f0120244a992a38aa228aa0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271676473065297682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SSjB0lvXVxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aHwSbX28ysQ/s320/l_8ed133f0120244a992a38aa228aa0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SSjB0Zk8D-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ROg3-snzAaw/s1600-h/l_b14b52c568754ff0b136a1c559b8476a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271676469800341474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SSjB0Zk8D-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ROg3-snzAaw/s320/l_b14b52c568754ff0b136a1c559b8476a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SSjB0c0yvwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uZ5qJRJf7DY/s1600-h/l_5e35d6fe546a45aa97b038ee1a2c10d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271676470672146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SSjB0c0yvwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uZ5qJRJf7DY/s320/l_5e35d6fe546a45aa97b038ee1a2c10d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for the family members of Logan . He was my second cousin. He was suffering from cancer and is in a better place now.&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/2168082485447138997-3687671883007886669?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3687671883007886669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3687671883007886669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3687671883007886669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3687671883007886669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-memory-of-logan-smith.html' title='In memory of Logan smith'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SSjB0lvXVxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aHwSbX28ysQ/s72-c/l_8ed133f0120244a992a38aa228aa0724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1437857597725901425</id><published>2008-11-13T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:38.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls got O.C.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRxQD4AQaQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yXXaCH5owrQ/s1600-h/haley+2552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268173691619928322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRxQD4AQaQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yXXaCH5owrQ/s320/haley+2552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night Haley wanted to watch the cat in the hat. So i let her. About 20 min into the movie she is running into the living room  crying hysterical. Sobbing so hard i couldn't make out what she was saying. After calming her down she tells me how the cat in the hat is making a big mess!! We have our laugh and tell her the cat will clean it up soon, just watch and see. About ten min later i hear her in the room crying some more. I go see what the problem is and the screen is still showing the cat destroying the hat. Haley says " mommy this is ridiculous! put it in the yard sale for the other kids. The cat is making a mess and the mommy will be upset. This movie is not my favorite." I found it HILARIOUS that she got upset over a messy house. I love this quality in her. Jason says I'm damaging her. I beg to differ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1437857597725901425?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1437857597725901425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1437857597725901425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1437857597725901425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1437857597725901425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-got-ocd.html' title='the girls got O.C.D'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRxQD4AQaQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yXXaCH5owrQ/s72-c/haley+2552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4851956904587697216</id><published>2008-11-10T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:18:44.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey im home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRj5PZQ1BcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mYNJKbFycPM/s1600-h/haley+2714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267233807084619202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRj5PZQ1BcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mYNJKbFycPM/s320/haley+2714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRj432ZB9AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xYUnLQQDsUU/s1600-h/haley+2806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267233402586788866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRj432ZB9AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xYUnLQQDsUU/s320/haley+2806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRj4k8RxCSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PkyCzIsake4/s1600-h/haley+2837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267233077749418274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRj4k8RxCSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PkyCzIsake4/s320/haley+2837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are finally home. It was sad to leave but wonderful to be home. Two weeks for the kids to be off schedule was difficult. Not too much happened while we were there. We trick or treated with the family. Haley was a fairy...again... maddy was a monster(so fitting) and peyton was a flower. I put on a fancy pink wig. When i got it i thought how funny it would be to say im britney spears but when the time came i couldnt pull myself to say it. I felt silly enough with the wig on. Maddy wasnt too sure about the whole costume thing until she realized there was candy involved. Other then that the trip was pretty chill. Spending lots of time with the family. I really got to know jasons sister better and that was great. We stayed with her because she was the only one with room to accommodate a family of five. Haley was TERRIFIED of her tea cup Chihuahua. Anytime that sam was out of the kennel haley was running for her life, clawing at anyone she could to pick her up. It was insane. Anyway, im back....enjoy the photos.&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/2168082485447138997-4851956904587697216?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4851956904587697216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4851956904587697216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4851956904587697216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4851956904587697216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/11/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey im home!!!'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SRj5PZQ1BcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mYNJKbFycPM/s72-c/haley+2714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3098646413855886693</id><published>2008-10-24T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:48:12.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road again</title><content type='html'>....... just cant wait to get on the road again...... we are leaving for NC tomorrow morning and we will be gone for about two weeks. I should be able to do some blogging but if not..... be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3098646413855886693?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3098646413855886693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3098646413855886693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3098646413855886693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3098646413855886693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-road-again.html' title='on the road again'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1631193155106917644</id><published>2008-10-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:30:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ShOrTy, ItS yA BiRtHdAy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SQCHkqqU6VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LJZmQ1P8xY4/s1600-h/haley+2680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353428765600082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SQCHkqqU6VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LJZmQ1P8xY4/s320/haley+2680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my birthday! Jason is so funny when it comes to surprises. I woke up and found "happy birthday" on my mirror. In the kitchen i found a card made by the girls, a crispy treat with one candle in it, a sweet letter from jay, a birthday pass good for whatever i want, and a t-shirt that says "its my birthday, what i say goes..... for 2 weeks." The joke behind the shirt is ive been saying for the last two weeks when i get something that it can be for my birthday. I love that he is good at surprises. Even the silly little things mean so much. So far my birthday is turning out to be pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SQCJNJpZxGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fySrmNQccn0/s1600-h/haley+2679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260355223789618274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SQCJNJpZxGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fySrmNQccn0/s320/haley+2679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other exciting news, we are going to north carolina this saturday and i can hardly stand waiting. Haley and i made a paper chain to count down the days because she is sooo excited too. It helped her better understand how many days we had to wait. Its been a year since we have been there. This is the best birthday gift *PLUS* My in-laws offered to pay for all the gas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1631193155106917644?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1631193155106917644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1631193155106917644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1631193155106917644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1631193155106917644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-shorty-its-ya-birthday.html' title='Go ShOrTy, ItS yA BiRtHdAy!!!'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SQCHkqqU6VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LJZmQ1P8xY4/s72-c/haley+2680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-866661575126159064</id><published>2008-10-22T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:01:58.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how rude</title><content type='html'>So this guy comes to my house selling magazines for a scholarship. He was a sneaky little guy i have to say. He asks me to pick three magazines.... so i do.... then he says...."read the fine print and sing your name". So i read it but nothing makes sense so i ask him to break it down for me. In a nut shell he wanted me to pay him 150 dollars for the three magazines. I told him that we couldnt afford that right now and he asks me if i could get just one. Still, 50 dollars for magazines that i wont even read is silly to me. I tell him no because we are going on vacation soon and dont make very much money as it is. He kinda gets an attitude and scribbles "VOID" on the slip, huffs and puffs and says well thanks anyway. Then walks out the door. I mean if i had the money to help the guy out for college i would but ive got my own money matters that come first. He didnt even ask me if i wanted the magazines or not. Call me crazy but i think he was a little rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-866661575126159064?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/866661575126159064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=866661575126159064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/866661575126159064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/866661575126159064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-rude.html' title='how rude'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7509518612009257798</id><published>2008-10-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:42:50.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SPc1wO9_HqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZGdu5x2S7QQ/s1600-h/3068615587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257730192746421922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SPc1wO9_HqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZGdu5x2S7QQ/s320/3068615587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a move that i would normally want to watch. In fact, when Jason asked me to watch it with him i was no so thrilled but i figured i would be a good wife and give it a shot. After all Ive made him sit through some pretty sappy chick flicks. Anywho,...... GOOD MOVIE. Not over board with the action hero stuff which i loved. Just enough. And it was funny! I should say Witty. Robert Downey jr. did a great job. Jason was tickled pink that i enjoyed it. So if you have not seen this one, i urge you to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7509518612009257798?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7509518612009257798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7509518612009257798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7509518612009257798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7509518612009257798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/10/iron-man.html' title='Iron man'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SPc1wO9_HqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZGdu5x2S7QQ/s72-c/3068615587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3387909722997798459</id><published>2008-10-10T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:49:15.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im on to her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SO-VHWZFK3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/CT0NGw7LGfc/s1600-h/haley+2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255583243667057522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SO-VHWZFK3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/CT0NGw7LGfc/s320/haley+2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been and ongoing battle keeping haley in her bed. She goes to bed just fine but somewhere around 2 oclock in the morning she crawls into our bed. I dont even notice she is there until morning. At first i thought she may have been sleep walking and not realizing what shes doing. The more she does it the more its clear..... she knows exactly what she doing. The past couple of nights she comes in with all her stuffed animals, her cup of water, her sleep mask.... lines all the animals up in my bed, and goes to sleep. Its killing me. Maybe i should set up a trap and catch her in the middle of the night. lol just kidding.I wish i had a picture of her with all the toys in my bed but i got one with her sleep mask on. Seriously she wears this thing every night and if we cant find hers, she wears mine. She wont go to sleep without it. Maybe she learned it from a sleep deprived mother of three,,,, just a thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3387909722997798459?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3387909722997798459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3387909722997798459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3387909722997798459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3387909722997798459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-on-to-her.html' title='im on to her'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SO-VHWZFK3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/CT0NGw7LGfc/s72-c/haley+2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3550506905706995760</id><published>2008-10-08T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:37:14.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cinderella</title><content type='html'>Jay heard this song on family life christian radio and its beautiful. It gives me goose bumps. You should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/cinderella.htm"&gt;www.stevencurtischapman.com/cinderella.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3550506905706995760?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3550506905706995760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3550506905706995760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3550506905706995760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3550506905706995760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinderella.html' title='cinderella'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8178395775987839635</id><published>2008-10-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:27:21.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You gonna eat yo corn bread?</title><content type='html'>This is what jay and i were saying all day yesterday. I made a pot of chili because i had a new recipe for cornbread that i really wanted to try. Jay and i ate the entire 8x8 pan. It was so yummy. It is really popular amongst us southern folk but i was never crazy about it because it was so dry. O man not this recipe. Allow me to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes of jiffy corn muffin mix&lt;br /&gt;1 stick of butter&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;8 oz of sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 can of cream corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake at 375 for about 15-20 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe calls for a 9x13 pan.  I halved the recipe and used an 8x8. Good thing i did that because we would have eaten more then we already had. I promise you will not be let down by this recipe. You must try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-8178395775987839635?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8178395775987839635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8178395775987839635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8178395775987839635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8178395775987839635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-gonna-eat-yo-corn-bread.html' title='You gonna eat yo corn bread?'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5559741863962229736</id><published>2008-09-29T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:52:44.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten things....</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful for. I saw this on someones blog and decided to  copy since i have nothing interesting to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm grateful for sleep. Ive been waking up before 7:30 everyday for the past three weeks and sleep hasn't felt better in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm grateful for Jason standing beside me and my decision to take Haley out of school. The support he has to offer me means more then he will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm grateful for friends. I only have a Small handful of friends but the ones i do have are genuine. They accept me for who i am, crazy ole me. And i know if i ever needed anything they would be there for me. Even the ones who don't live close ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm grateful for my strong marriage. A few people i know are having troubles in their relationships and its a great reminder to value what Jason and i have. I'm grateful that all i have to complain about in my marriage is the trash being taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I'm grateful for the commissary. I know this is silly but really i am. I can spent 140 dollars and eat for a month when i shop there or i can spend 140 at kroger and eat for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm grateful for my mini van. NEVER have i ever thought i would say this but with three small kids its really been a life saver. I cant wait till the day when i can trade it in but for now its very useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)I'm grateful for our church. For the first time ever i feel like i belong at a church. Ive been to many other churches and i never got the feeling that i wanted to go back . I feel welcome there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm grateful to be a women. I love it. I love dressing up, makeup, shoes, purses, manicures, pedicures.... anything girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)I'm grateful for the air force. There is so much about it that i don't really care for but when its all said and done the air force has given us a great life so far. We have met some great people through the air force also. Im not sure where we would be without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Im grateful for the Internet. I dont think i could live without it. thats sad but true. I love that so much information is at my finger tips. Im addicted to blogger, myspace, gossip columns.... its a sad truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course im grateful for so much more then this. But these are just a few random things im grateful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5559741863962229736?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5559741863962229736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5559741863962229736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5559741863962229736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5559741863962229736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/ten-things.html' title='ten things....'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6048116665757377698</id><published>2008-09-25T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:08:19.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should have trusted my gut</title><content type='html'>Haley has been going to school for about three weeks now. The past week has been so hard because she suddenly doesnt want to go. I have to leave her screaming every morning and its getting to be to much on all of us. First of all the school is on the other side of town so it sucking my gas like crazy. Im spending about 85 dollars a week. Let me remind you that we are poor. lol Haley has been so heart broken just having to go but also when she gets home she is so crabby because its been such a long day. So far she hasnt told me one thing that she has learned and the teachers dont give you a report on what went on that day. I ask her what she did that day and every single day all she can tell me is she ate lunch and took  a nap. she can never remember any activities they have done. Haley isnt the only one feeling the pain. I have been trying so hard to be patient with this but im so crabby myself because i have to wake up so early. Im dangerous without my sleep. I should have listened to my instinct in the first place but i felt pressure from other moms and now im up creek without a paddle. Jason wants to give it more time and im ok with that but if she doesnt show signs of improvement within two weeks i think i may take her out. They arent teaching her anything that i cant teach her myself. I have to pull all three kids and a double stroller out 8 times a day. It would all be worth it if she enjoyed it, but if she is going to be miserable every single day why should i spend that much money in gas and wake up so early?? Jason says i should keep her in because i wont be able to just pull her out of kindergarten. I see his point but that school is only half a mile from my house. we wont have to wake up as early and she will be a little older. I will cross that bridge when i get there. I miss my girl . this is my last year with her untill i have to send her to elementary school. Is it wrong for me to feel this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6048116665757377698?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6048116665757377698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6048116665757377698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6048116665757377698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6048116665757377698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/should-have-trusted-my-gut.html' title='should have trusted my gut'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-922675666077958149</id><published>2008-09-22T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:43:18.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy hair day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNfZHE9GJaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4e-mr3t1or8/s1600-h/haley+2420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248902606335911330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNfZHE9GJaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4e-mr3t1or8/s320/haley+2420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was cheer leading and it was crazy hair day. Haley had the craziest hair there. It was soo funny. I put three pom poms on each side of her head and sprayed it pink and orange. It was so much fun! When i told her what i was going to do she was like "no mommy thats too crazy for cheer leading!" I showed her the example picture that they gave us and she agreed. She had a blast. I love that she enjoys this because its so positive. They start off with a prayer and they learn bible verses . They earn stars on their mega phones for doing a good job. And they always end with a prayer. Plus she has so many little girl friends now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-922675666077958149?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/922675666077958149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=922675666077958149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/922675666077958149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/922675666077958149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-hair-day.html' title='crazy hair day'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNfZHE9GJaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4e-mr3t1or8/s72-c/haley+2420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6510591379993036065</id><published>2008-09-22T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:32:07.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our melt down in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>Today started off like any other day. We wake up at 6:30 and get ready for school. We have to be at the school by 8 oclock and i have three kids to get fed and ready so thats why we have to wake up that early. well for some reason , today we were off schedule. I promised haley a pink donut because we had nothing for breakfast.  I bought milk last night and left it out ..... so it spoiled. We finally get out of the door with just 20 minutes to get a donut and get to school on time. By the time i pull up to the school its 7:59!! so im rushing to get the kids out of the car because i HATE to put her name on the "tarty" chart. Well when i open the trunk to get the stroller..... its not there. we went for a walk last night and failed to put it back. so im holding peyton and i go to get maddy but she hasnt finished her donut yet. I put the donut to the side and tell her we will get it when we get back in the car. She screams at the top of her lungs so i just pull her out of the car hoping that she will forget about it. well she didnt and she felt the need to let everyone know how mad she was. she screamed bloody murder through the whole center. we finally reach haleys class and i try to kiss haley goodbye quickly but sincere and she starts to bawl her eyes out saying she wants to go home. Let me add that peyton was mad too. so i have three screaming kids. Haleys teacher looks at me and says hello and i said hello then turned around and walked away. We left. Im dragging maddy, holding peyton and hurrying haley along ... getting all kinds of stares and glares. We reach the car.... and haley is screaming she wants to go to school. At this point i couldnt take anymore. I strap em in ..... and go home. They knew how mad i was because they didnt make a peep on the way. When we got home they were both saying their sorrys. Im not sure what in the world im going to tell her teacher in the morning but i just knew i had to get out of that center before i blew up. It really was a nightmare. my kids have NEVER acted this way. I was so embarrassed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6510591379993036065?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6510591379993036065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6510591379993036065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6510591379993036065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6510591379993036065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-melt-down-in-nutshell.html' title='our melt down in a nutshell'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6301624449543156611</id><published>2008-09-18T13:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:44:20.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNPW0PHB-TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ku_pGCUhK90/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247774183714322738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNPW0PHB-TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ku_pGCUhK90/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for spiders!! O my heavens! There are so many spiders here its unreal.. Jason killed two black widows last weekend and that sent him on a hunt to find more. In total...... 11 black widows. Its so scary im getting chills thinking about it. I wish i had taken a picture to show you but it wasnt on my mind at the time. They were in the garage, back yard, right by my front door, on the grill. ALL OVER. Its so scary too because the kids play in the backyard and have been in the garage too. What if they had gotten bit! We found many other spiders also. One that was green with a HUGE butt. I think its called a flower spider. So we have had our eyes open for them. Jason sprays home defence every day! Its really that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6301624449543156611?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6301624449543156611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6301624449543156611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6301624449543156611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6301624449543156611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/tis-season.html' title='tis the season......'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNPW0PHB-TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ku_pGCUhK90/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7012631667031988041</id><published>2008-09-18T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:43:55.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theres no place like home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNOsNBgI3fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RBw03F-wLpQ/s1600-h/filmstill.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247727330558270962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="156" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNOsNBgI3fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RBw03F-wLpQ/s320/filmstill.gif" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately i have been missing my family some kind of fierce. I havent been back home in a year now. Im not even sure if its missing my family because my mom and brother were here only a few months ago. Maybe i just miss good ole north cackalacky. I never knew how much i loved it there until i moved away. Its nice to see other places but there really is no place like home. I miss my small town of Jacksonville, Carolina style BBQ, the beach,Family, friends. I think that not having many friends is wearing on me. I am with my kids 24/7 and thats not a bad thing but it would be nice to leave them with someone i trust for a little while so i can run errands or something. Just something to let me catch my breath and thoughts. I rarely leave the house unless i have to because when we get to the stores i spend more time loading and unloading then i do in the store. Military life is hard. If only i could tap my ruby red slippers together and be back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7012631667031988041?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7012631667031988041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7012631667031988041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7012631667031988041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7012631667031988041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='theres no place like home'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SNOsNBgI3fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RBw03F-wLpQ/s72-c/filmstill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-905420893742208906</id><published>2008-09-16T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:43:51.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SM_wIx2VqBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TGNPUjpE8fU/s1600-h/green+tea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246676124520785938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SM_wIx2VqBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TGNPUjpE8fU/s320/green+tea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what i have to do to get this rank tasting green tea down. Ive tried to sweeten it a little but it taste like grass. I read that there are all kinds of health benefits and it helps with weight loss too so im giving it a try. This is part of being a healthier me. Im hoping that the longer i strive to be healthier, the easier it will be. Im craving brownies some kind of fierce tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-905420893742208906?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/905420893742208906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=905420893742208906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/905420893742208906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/905420893742208906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/chug-chug-chug.html' title='CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SM_wIx2VqBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TGNPUjpE8fU/s72-c/green+tea.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1878005276446967395</id><published>2008-09-15T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:40:50.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>This is and emergency! my hair is falling out by the hand fulls!. I looked up all kinds of things that could be making my hair fall out .One reason could be from a sluggish thyroid that can be detected from a blood test. Another could be stress but im not all that stressed out .... i dont think. So Im guessing that is my hormones from having a baby 5 months ago because the same thing happened after i had maddy. When i get out of the shower, it looks like there is a rodent in the drain. I got some fancy shampoo called Nioxin that a stylist recommended and ive been using it but to be honest it smells like medicated dog shampoo.  Im tempted to use rogain but have you looked at the price of rogain lately... probably not.... but its like 45 dollars. I would post a pic but its embarrassing enough just talking about it. I can hide it well with my hair down but it impossible to pull it back. I look like an old man with a receding hair line. I need advice... this is serious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1878005276446967395?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1878005276446967395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1878005276446967395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1878005276446967395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1878005276446967395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-2609717727670969183</id><published>2008-09-13T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:40:11.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You In The Stands..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMxrOLtHtLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mDSMvA05MIk/s1600-h/haley+24c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245685557384164530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMxrOLtHtLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mDSMvA05MIk/s320/haley+24c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMxq-nHdsAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/agjDcsXawVI/s1600-h/haley+24ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245685289864507394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMxq-nHdsAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/agjDcsXawVI/s320/haley+24ch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMxqsbmIhqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gOiT-RIFjEs/s1600-h/haley+24c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245684977534273186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMxqsbmIhqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gOiT-RIFjEs/s320/haley+24c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....stand right up and clap your hands. Haleys first game was today. It was so adorable. She did great and actually remembered the cheers. She is the smallest and youngest girl on the team, the other girls tower over her! We got some good pics to share. Enjoy&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/2168082485447138997-2609717727670969183?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2609717727670969183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=2609717727670969183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2609717727670969183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2609717727670969183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-you-in-stands.html' title='Hey You In The Stands..........'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMxrOLtHtLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mDSMvA05MIk/s72-c/haley+24c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7703555122486809840</id><published>2008-09-12T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:55:17.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can it be true!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SO-W_qbLn_I/AAAAAAAAALE/tKqSJPXAYRI/s1600-h/haley+2465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255585310628880370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SO-W_qbLn_I/AAAAAAAAALE/tKqSJPXAYRI/s320/haley+2465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gas is at $4.59 here. I couldn't believe my eyes when i saw them. I filled up yesterday at $3.67. Not like that's even a good price.Jason had to get gas today at the price because he was on Empty. He waited in like for a good while on base before they told them they were out of gas. ITS MADNESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7703555122486809840?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7703555122486809840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7703555122486809840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7703555122486809840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7703555122486809840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-it-be-true.html' title='can it be true!?!'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SO-W_qbLn_I/AAAAAAAAALE/tKqSJPXAYRI/s72-c/haley+2465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-9187091646937784509</id><published>2008-09-12T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:45:09.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lil thumb sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMqAVARE2FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DtCaTI5ABa4/s1600-h/haley+2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245145814363592786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMqAVARE2FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DtCaTI5ABa4/s320/haley+2326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup , peyton is a thumb sucker. I didnt know how i would feel about this before i had a child that did it. To be honest i think its the cutest thing ever. I just wanna snuggle with her when i see her cuddle her blanket to her face and stick that little thumb in her mouth. Im a little afraid because unlike binkies , i cant throw it away. Haley and maddy were addicted to binkies like crazy and they got rather annoying after a while. Taking them to stores and they drop on the floor, Looking high and low in the house just to get them to sleep. At least with a thumb she can sooth herself whenever she needs to without my help. Im not sure how i will feel about it when she is older, but for now its just so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-9187091646937784509?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/9187091646937784509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=9187091646937784509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9187091646937784509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9187091646937784509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/lil-thumb-sucker.html' title='lil thumb sucker'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMqAVARE2FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DtCaTI5ABa4/s72-c/haley+2326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7414635532569536337</id><published>2008-09-11T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:42:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMlJRxsrvOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P9j9GnU2SBY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244803810797010146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMlJRxsrvOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P9j9GnU2SBY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMlICHWIgXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TYm4ZwNRsFQ/s1600-h/haley+2378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802442218471794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMlICHWIgXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TYm4ZwNRsFQ/s320/haley+2378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was a freshman in high school sitting in English class. A teacher from another class comes in and tells us the news. No one really understood the severity of it all. Class let out and i went to my next class where they had a tv on. None of it seemed to make any sense.I kept wondering WHY?  I just remember feeling so sad for the people who didnt know if their loved ones were ok. I couldnt imagine getting a phone call from a loved one saying their goodbyes. Im so proud of all of the men and women who risked their own lives to save as many people as possible.I dont understand this war anymore but i support the troops 100%. My husband hasnt had to fight in any wars so far. I hope he never has to because im selfish and i know he doesnt want to either, but If he had to he would and im so proud of him for that sacrifice.To ALL of the men and women in uniform My prayers are with you. Also to all of the families affected my this horrible day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7414635532569536337?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7414635532569536337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7414635532569536337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7414635532569536337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7414635532569536337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering.html' title='remembering'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMlJRxsrvOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P9j9GnU2SBY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5403973889855111593</id><published>2008-09-08T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:04:17.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im ready for fall ...yall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMU-5uuVirI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IMLjsC1fxlI/s1600-h/haley+2364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243666502658656946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMU-5uuVirI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IMLjsC1fxlI/s320/haley+2364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMU-gpp0plI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oEeb2ex2LJg/s1600-h/haley+2362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243666071800817234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMU-gpp0plI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oEeb2ex2LJg/s320/haley+2362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMU-PqhHf0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Xyv3_Jjirs/s1600-h/haley+2365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243665779974963010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMU-PqhHf0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Xyv3_Jjirs/s320/haley+2365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week ago i was browsing around hobby lobby looking at all of their festive fall decorations. It gave me an itch to dig out my stuff and decorate for fall. Im super early i know but im just so ready for summer to be done. The heat here is so bad it feels like we have been in the house all summer. not to mention the humidity. Jason wont let me decorated outside yet..... hes afraid of what the neighbors will think. I say who cares but i pick my battles and decorate the inside. Haley and maddy colored some pumpkins while we watched the Bearnstein bears Halloween. At night when the pumpkin pie scented candle is lit and the lights are out it actually feels like fall. Too bad you cant actually feel a chill in the air until late November around here. For now i can just pretend right?&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/2168082485447138997-5403973889855111593?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5403973889855111593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5403973889855111593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5403973889855111593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5403973889855111593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-ready-for-fall-yall.html' title='im ready for fall ...yall'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMU-5uuVirI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IMLjsC1fxlI/s72-c/haley+2364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-9065145156262489286</id><published>2008-09-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:56:04.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGc2z0OAjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gopaJDecx8w/s1600-h/haley+2368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242643906672067122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGc2z0OAjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gopaJDecx8w/s320/haley+2368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurricane fay blew in some nasty rain and had us locked up in the house for what seemed like and eternity. The cutest thing was maddy standing at the window singing rain rain go away with her umbrella. just wanted to share this picture and the story behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-9065145156262489286?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/9065145156262489286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=9065145156262489286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9065145156262489286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9065145156262489286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGc2z0OAjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gopaJDecx8w/s72-c/haley+2368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1736494772029121589</id><published>2008-09-05T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:52:02.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre k</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGbhWOUo2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NhS36Kwcp70/s1600-h/haley+2375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242642438439609186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGbhWOUo2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NhS36Kwcp70/s320/haley+2375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGbXBn8iuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PhVJfVXJKeY/s1600-h/haley+2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242642261111245538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGbXBn8iuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PhVJfVXJKeY/s320/haley+2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haley had her first day of Pre k today. I didnt think she would be going this year because she didnt get a spot in the public school. We were on a waiting list and they just called me and told me to come in and fill out some paper work and she can start the next day. It all happened so fast but she went this morning and LOVED it. I decided on it because i just dont have the time to do the things i used to do with her. She was getting so bored and everyday when the school bus would stop in front of our house she would tear up asking when it was her turn.I love that you have to punch in a code in order to get to the children. This helps with my fear of intruders. The only thing that had me scared about this learning center is that they provide all the food and i cant pack a lunch for her unless she is allergic. Well i looked at the menu and my skinny mini haley girl wont eat half of those things and i didnt want her to be hungry. so i called her doctor and she wrote a note saying that i can pack a lunch for her on days that i know she wont eat whats on the menu due to her low weight. YAY. i love her doctor. I just cant have my little girl going hungry all day. Anywho, her teachers said she did so good and fit right in. When we dropped her off she kept telling me i can leave now! she is growing up too fast.&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/2168082485447138997-1736494772029121589?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1736494772029121589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1736494772029121589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1736494772029121589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1736494772029121589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/09/pre-k.html' title='pre k'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SMGbhWOUo2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NhS36Kwcp70/s72-c/haley+2375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4214600440737743124</id><published>2008-08-27T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:55:03.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we have a virus</title><content type='html'>Due to a pesky virus on our computer im having troubles uploading pics. This is my excuse for the lack of recent posts. When jason fixes this, i have cute pictures to share. sit tight in the mean time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4214600440737743124?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4214600440737743124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4214600440737743124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4214600440737743124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4214600440737743124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-have-virus.html' title='we have a virus'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4196877864407753787</id><published>2008-08-24T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:48:52.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SLHyA6YodtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dUYBbud5CWQ/s1600-h/haley+2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238233939095090898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SLHyA6YodtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dUYBbud5CWQ/s320/haley+2361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had our first experience with the emergency room. Haley was running to get her shoes and she tripped.... smashing into the coffee table. The picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; look all that bad but when it happened it was much worse. Her whole lobe was spit open and it was bleeding a river. so we went to the ER thinking she may need stitches. Jason thought we would be in and out in an hour or so but i knew different. when i told him to get bottles and snacks for the kids he looked at me like i was crazy. I knew we would be there all night. so we get there, wait 4 hours and they send us home with a band aid and some ointment. I knew about two hours into it that she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because she was bouncing all around. I wanted to walk out the door and put my own band aid on her but jay wanted to stay because he was sure she would need stitches...... but i was right again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Haley was so excited because she got to sleep in our bed for the night. I guess we are just paranoid parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4196877864407753787?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4196877864407753787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4196877864407753787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4196877864407753787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4196877864407753787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/08/emergency.html' title='emergency'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SLHyA6YodtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dUYBbud5CWQ/s72-c/haley+2361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-652003773887201538</id><published>2008-08-07T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:52:33.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEER LEADING</title><content type='html'>I am truly living my dreams through my girls. I always wanted to be a cheerleader, dancer ,and a gymnast but i was never introduced. Haley starts cheer leading soon!! Her first practice is on the 18th and i am so excited. she is still in dance too. That starts back up tomorrow. She gets to be in the recital this year! I will post pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-652003773887201538?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/652003773887201538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=652003773887201538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/652003773887201538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/652003773887201538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheer-leading.html' title='CHEER LEADING'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8641843292273305136</id><published>2008-08-04T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:08:05.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a nut shell</title><content type='html'>Nothing is super interesting in my life so im just going to go off with what has happened the last couple days. Its been quite frustrating i have to say. First, my dear maddy, i dont even know where to begin. She isnt even two yet and she throws the biggest fits ive ever seen. I may be exaggerating a tad because all i have to compare her to is haley who was a mini saint. When i tell her to get off the table or stop hitting haley......... all i get is NOOOOOOOO! in the highest pitch you can imagine coming from a 19 month old. And you would think she would learn not to keep doing insane things because i am so consistent with her. But she will go back and do it again just as soon as by back is turned. Her newest idea is to push the chair to the drawers in the kitchen and dig through them. Its a good thing i can hear the chair being pushed because there are things in the drawers that could hurt her. She also loves to play in the trash. The other day she pulled out a chicken bag. I though i was going to die. I couldnt scrub her little hands enough. There was raw chicken juice all over. I understand that she is a toddler and this is what they do but i have to draw the line somewhere. I am up for any ideas on how to get her to stop doing dangerous things. please help.&lt;br /&gt;In other frustrating news, jason and i got into a fight over the trash. Really... the trash. Its the only thing i ask him to do and it seems like I'm still the one to always take it out. So last night i started to take it out and it was so full that it wouldn't come out. After pulling for 5 minutes i was good and mad. It didn't help that jason was laying on the floor two feet away from me and he didn't even look to see what i was having a fit over. So i take the trash out and finish cleaning the kitchen. When he came to me about 20 minutes  later asking if I'm ok .. I say " no i just fought with the trash for five minutes"&lt;br /&gt; he says " why didn't you tell me" &lt;br /&gt;Me-" You have seen it over flowing all day just as well as i have. i shouldn't have to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;Jay- "i can see your having one of those nights so ill leave you alone."&lt;br /&gt;Me-" no im not having "one of those nights" I'm just irritated that you didn't take the trash out."&lt;br /&gt;       So anyway , we didn't talk till bed time. And he says i need to be nice. I said i didn't like how he turned it around on me like i have no reason to be irritated. If it happend just once in a while i wouldn't get mad. I don't mind doing it if he isn't home or it he is busy but when he is playing a video game it just lights my fire. And the way maddy digs in the trash someone has to stay on top of it. He says i should just tell him. I could do that but I'm not his mother!   Another thing that isn't on my happy list is my washing machine. It has bit the dust! I have caught it a couple time just running water. when it is supposed to be filling up and agitating , its just running. One day i started it and we went out for a while. when we got home its was running. we were gone for about 4 hours. My water bill has gone up so high. we went to Home depot and got a new one. A front loader energy and water saver. It wont be here till next Saturday but I'm so excited. Ok and last but not least by any means...... MY HAIR IS FALLING OUT!! The same thing happened after i had maddy. I'm sure its normal but it seems like way to much . and i can tell that its thinning. I eat healthy, i take vitamins, despite the last few days I'm not really stressed. I don't know what the deal is. i think i may need to see a doctor about it. I looked it up online and it said something about a sluggish thyroid. I don't know. well..... now that Ive taken you for a ride through negative town....say something funny, i need a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-8641843292273305136?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8641843292273305136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8641843292273305136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8641843292273305136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8641843292273305136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-nut-shell.html' title='in a nut shell'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1436046567808165444</id><published>2008-07-29T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:32:27.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor baby</title><content type='html'>My poor peyton has had the worst diaper rash ever and it just wont heal. I took her to the doctor and they said it was because of yeast and prescribed me some ointment. Still..... its terrible. Im going to take her back tomorrow and see whats up. She hasnt been sleeping good which means i havent been sleeping good. Diaper changing is super sad. she squeals and it makes me want to cry.So thats why i havent been posting. Well that and my life is boring :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1436046567808165444?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1436046567808165444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1436046567808165444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1436046567808165444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1436046567808165444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-baby.html' title='poor baby'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6374014727098435156</id><published>2008-07-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:15:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what?.....only 58 cent</title><content type='html'>Every now and then i post some of the kids old clothes on ebay.(since i know for sure i wont be having any more kiddies) Well the other day i went to walmart and saw a clearance rack with some little girl jeans. They had no clearance sticker so i found a price check thingy and they were only 58 cent each!! so i grabbed em all! I had no clue what i was going to do with 5 pairs of the same pants so i put them on ebay. I sold one set as a pair for twins and got 14.50 for them. I was so excited. The pants were originally 8.96 each. They sold for 14.40 with 6.00 shipping, so the person who bought them really didnt get a great deal..... but i sure did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6374014727098435156?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6374014727098435156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6374014727098435156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6374014727098435156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6374014727098435156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/07/ebay.html' title='what?.....only 58 cent'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4349751086311307452</id><published>2008-07-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:00:29.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pure entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SH42so3wd7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6QrszVTM_0U/s1600-h/haley+2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223672758309779378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SH42so3wd7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6QrszVTM_0U/s320/haley+2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SH42jzyL_aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/01lXI51tCXo/s1600-h/haley+2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223672606620384674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SH42jzyL_aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/01lXI51tCXo/s320/haley+2216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got rid of cable because we never watch it and it was a waste of 50 dollars so we have found new ways to entertain ourselves. we really shouldnt be encouraging our kids to be violent with daddy but it is so much fun. The girls find so much joy in jumping on jason, slapping him kicking him.... yea ... but they know its only ok to hit daddy when we are playing. Jason makes this frightening dinosaur sound that make the girl squeal with terror and excitement. Sometimes i dont think jay knows what he is in for because they can throw some mean punches. He loves it though , i guess he figures since he didnt get his boy to rough up he will rough up the girls. Its a nice little show to watch and it gets some pent up energy out. I just sit back and giggle.&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/2168082485447138997-4349751086311307452?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4349751086311307452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4349751086311307452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4349751086311307452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4349751086311307452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/07/pure-entertainment.html' title='pure entertainment'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SH42so3wd7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6QrszVTM_0U/s72-c/haley+2215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8179339266035754567</id><published>2008-07-11T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:48:31.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing it</title><content type='html'>So ive been trying really hard to shed a few pounds. I dont have time to go to the gym with three girls, however we have a treadmill so there is no excuse. Its plain and simple .... i just dont want to. I would rather starve then run in the heat to lose the extra baggage im carrying.  I was 155 right when i got out of the hospital and now i am 145. I cant even believe im writing this for anyone to read but whatever. Ive been really trying to change the way i eat. Counting calories, less sugar, more fruits and veggies, taking vitamins, all in my efforts to be healthy. Now if i could just find the motivation to exercise! Jason and me were watching some home videos the other night and we came across one of us eating dinner in Texas.( Im not sure why we were even recording this... i think it was just because the camera was new) And i looked so chubby i couldnt stop laughing. I remember that day very clear. We had eaten spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner and i kid you not i ate a whole loaf of texas toast minus the one peace that jason had! Then we had blue bell ice cream after dinner. The funny part of this is I really thought that because i went to the gym maybe three times a week it was ok to eat this way and still lose the weight that i wanted! HAHA.no wonder i weighed the most ive ever weighed there ( 160 cough) what was i thinking. So anyway ive really learned a lot about taking care of myself and eating right. Most of the changes are so obvious but at least im making changes. I have to take care of me if im going to keep up with three girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-8179339266035754567?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8179339266035754567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8179339266035754567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8179339266035754567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8179339266035754567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/07/losing-it.html' title='losing it'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4226964966297579542</id><published>2008-07-08T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:19:15.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mourning my loss</title><content type='html'>Today is a very sad and frustrating day. My poor camera that is just barely a year old is broken!  I set it on top of the refrigerator to keep it safe from the kids. Apparently it wasnt safe from clumsy ole me. somehow i managed to make it fall off  while i was looking for something. It hit the counter then bounced onto the floor. It was in its case so i didnt even look to see if it had survived its fall until i went to capture an adorable moment that haley and maddy were having and the whole screen is shot out.  BOOOOO  I am so bummed i have to go buy a new one. This one was so good to me. Im in mourning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4226964966297579542?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4226964966297579542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4226964966297579542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4226964966297579542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4226964966297579542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/07/mourning-my-loss.html' title='mourning my loss'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6451436956438759997</id><published>2008-07-02T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:55:27.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to down size</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGvAeCJ-36I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WoYgIJf9lBg/s1600-h/haley+2132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218476215446200226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGvAeCJ-36I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WoYgIJf9lBg/s320/haley+2132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single night we clean up the play room for the next day. I have been trying to teach haley to play with one toy at a time and when you are finished, put it away. She is kind of learning.... when i remind her. It defeats the purpose when maddy goes in the playroom and dumps every bucked just for the trill of making a mess. Im beginning to think maybe we have to much. Once they are done being tiny tornadoes,, they want nothing to do with the playroom and they move on to another room to turn upside down. I think i may have a yard sale or put some away. They have so much i think it overwhelms them. I didnt buy all of these toys just to make that clear. This is what they have accumulated from grandparents who want to spoil them silly, birthdays, and ok maybe we bought them some too. The bottom line is, im tired of cleaning up this disaster caused by the tiny tornadoes every night. time to downsize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6451436956438759997?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6451436956438759997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6451436956438759997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6451436956438759997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6451436956438759997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-down-size.html' title='time to down size'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGvAeCJ-36I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WoYgIJf9lBg/s72-c/haley+2132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-626164297051306012</id><published>2008-07-01T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:53:21.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGpgYJ5u68I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kMk1QuzVOwg/s1600-h/haley+2131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218089086353337282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGpgYJ5u68I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kMk1QuzVOwg/s320/haley+2131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we made fruit pizza yesterday. It was pretty tasty. I would have like to put more fruit on it but i used what i had on hand. Strawberries, bananas and melons would have been good. I put kiwi, grapes and blueberries.  I didnt do the glaze either, just didnt feel like it. It still turned out yummy. A good summer treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 package of refrigerated sugar cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces of whipped light cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup apricot preserves&lt;br /&gt;Fruit of your choice (sliced bananas, sliced strawberries, sliced kiwi, seedless grapes cut in half, blueberries, melon balls sliced in half)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;CRUST: Spread the package of sugar cookie dough over a 14-inch pizza pan. Bake in a 375 degree oven for 12 minutes or until lightly golden brown. Cool in the pan. TOPPING: Blend the cream cheese with the sugar and vanilla until completely mixed. Spread in a thin layer over the cooled crust. FRUIT LAYER: Creatively arrange the fruit in circles while slightly overlapping the slices around the crust. GLAZE: Bring the water and preserves to a boil, stirring constantly. Lightly brush this glaze on top on the fruit to preserve the color. Refrigerate until ready to serve.&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/2168082485447138997-626164297051306012?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/626164297051306012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=626164297051306012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/626164297051306012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/626164297051306012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/07/fruit-pizza.html' title='fruit pizza'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGpgYJ5u68I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kMk1QuzVOwg/s72-c/haley+2131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-9141309720246017902</id><published>2008-06-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:01:41.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a role</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Definitely, Maybe" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b147/Joelsgirl77/definitely_maybe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we have been on a movie watching role lately. This one is good at parts. I wasnt thrilled about the things the daughter was saying. I think they could have done without having the girl talk about sex education at the age of somewhere around 8-10.  I wanted to see it because...... well Ryan Reynolds is my celebrity crush. yup its true. lol But i think the worst language came from the little girl. Over all i would give this movie a B-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-9141309720246017902?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/9141309720246017902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=9141309720246017902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9141309720246017902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/9141309720246017902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-role.html' title='on a role'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5160585089604080248</id><published>2008-06-30T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:36:22.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up to no good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGjzWqhWQUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xYmea0Cw4Ow/s1600-h/haley+1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217687739005550914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGjzWqhWQUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xYmea0Cw4Ow/s320/haley+1894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGjytRiiKrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/83LGqg0leVQ/s1600-h/haley+1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217687027925002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGjytRiiKrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/83LGqg0leVQ/s320/haley+1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has become a daily struggle in our house keeping maddy out of trouble. She is up on the table at lease 20 times a day. no really. Its worse if there is food up there. Then when she realizes she cant get back down ... she screams at the top of her lungs "MOMMA" until i come and get her. I dont know why she hasnt learned. Ive sent her to time out and she will go sit in time out only to get up and do it again when her time out is done. Getting into the cabinets is another thing she loves to do. I dont mind that so much because that just what babies do. She likes to pretend with the pots and pans that she is in a marching band under my feet when im cooking dinner. That doesnt bother me. Maddy is my dare devil. My girl that is gonna push the limits. My risk taker.&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/2168082485447138997-5160585089604080248?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5160585089604080248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5160585089604080248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5160585089604080248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5160585089604080248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/up-to-no-good.html' title='up to no good.'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGjzWqhWQUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xYmea0Cw4Ow/s72-c/haley+1894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6387806916705486761</id><published>2008-06-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:04:18.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wall-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGaczJFHy7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/EKqQZOHjKk4/s1600-h/544157824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217029620779961266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGaczJFHy7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/EKqQZOHjKk4/s320/544157824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the girls to the movies for the first time to see wall-e . Its pretty cute. Haley enjoyed it. she kept saying "wow thats a big tv". Jason had a blast of course. we havent been to the movies since we lived in texas and saw The breakup. It was fun family time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6387806916705486761?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6387806916705486761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6387806916705486761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6387806916705486761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6387806916705486761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/wall-e.html' title='wall-e'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SGaczJFHy7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/EKqQZOHjKk4/s72-c/544157824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-449219348537471092</id><published>2008-06-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:01:32.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo..... there really is no better title</title><content type='html'>so i was on the phone with my brother chatting away about potty training. I was saying i didnt think maddy was ready just yet because she gets mad when i put her on the potty. I dont want to push her into it. I was saying i was glad i didnt force haley into it because she hasnt had an accident yet .Just as i was saying all this haley runs into the room saying "she pooped on the couch mommy. Its so horribel. Its so stinky". my heart sinks. i go into the living room to see and there is no poo. i walk into their room and there it is.On her disney princess couch. I was mortified. Not to be graphic but it was a lot. I didnt know if i was going to cry or laugh. Laugh only because i was still on the phone with my brother and he thought the whole situation was hilarious. It was that crazy laugh you know when you are about to go absolutly nuts. See maddy has been going through a phase of taking off her diaper. Does this mean its time for training? Anyway all this happens after a long night of haley throwing up. such fun. the joys of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-449219348537471092?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/449219348537471092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=449219348537471092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/449219348537471092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/449219348537471092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/poo-there-really-is-no-better-title.html' title='Poo..... there really is no better title'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5196447250441927740</id><published>2008-06-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:42:24.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monkey munch</title><content type='html'>I just got done watching john and kate plus 8(I love love love this show) and she was making monkey munch. It looks so good and im so excited to try it with the girls. Here is the recipe if ur interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 cup Chex&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put cereal in large bowl. Melt chocolate chips, peanut butter, and butter. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla.Pour over Chex cereal, put into a large plastic bag with powdered sugar and shake well to coat.Spread mixture evenly on wax paper and allow to cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5196447250441927740?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5196447250441927740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5196447250441927740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5196447250441927740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5196447250441927740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/monkey-munch.html' title='monkey munch'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-746458419207590149</id><published>2008-06-17T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:36:04.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing like a weed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SFhmTibAC1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AQ6VkdqLhrM/s1600-h/haley+1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213029054524951378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SFhmTibAC1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AQ6VkdqLhrM/s320/haley+1993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took peyton to the doctor for her two month check up. she is doing great. Growing so fast. she is 12 pounds. and super long. id have to look at her chart because i dont remember how long but i know she is in the 95th percentile! Her head is big too but that runs in the family fo sho. Her doctor says she is doing the best she has seen as far as moving and holding her head up. she is so strong i think we may have a heavy weight champion on our hands folks. She is super healthy and beautiful as ever lookin like her daddy as you can see in the pics. mini stoby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-746458419207590149?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/746458419207590149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=746458419207590149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/746458419207590149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/746458419207590149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/growing-like-weed.html' title='growing like a weed'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SFhmTibAC1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AQ6VkdqLhrM/s72-c/haley+1993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3861380239828287595</id><published>2008-06-17T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:25:03.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your gonna miss this</title><content type='html'>Lately ive been wishing things away. Too often i catch myself saying things like " i cant wait till the kids are out of diapers" or "i cant wait till the kids get older so we can do more things". I heard this country song and it really made me stop and think about how much i am going to miss. I just need to remember that there are pros and cons to every age and i need to enjoy these days while i can. Before  i know it they will be grown adults and out of the house. Here are the lyrics to that song. They really say alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was staring out the window&lt;br /&gt;Of their SUV&lt;br /&gt;Complaining, saying,&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to turn 18&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'll make my own money"&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make my own rules"&lt;br /&gt;Mama put the car in park&lt;br /&gt;Out there in front of the school&lt;br /&gt;And she kissed her head&lt;br /&gt;And said 'I was just like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're going to want this back&lt;br /&gt;You're going to wish these days&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;These are some good times&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look around&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it now&lt;br /&gt;But you're going to miss this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she knows it&lt;br /&gt;She's a brand new bride&lt;br /&gt;In her one bedroom apartment&lt;br /&gt;And her daddy stops by&lt;br /&gt;He tells her "It's a nice place"&lt;br /&gt;She says "It'll do for now"&lt;br /&gt;Starts talking about babies&lt;br /&gt;And buying a house&lt;br /&gt;Daddy shakes his head&lt;br /&gt;And says "Baby just slow down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're going to miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're going to want this back&lt;br /&gt;You're going to wish these days&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;These are some good times&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look around&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it now&lt;br /&gt;But you're going to miss this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later&lt;br /&gt;There's a plumberWorking on the water heater&lt;br /&gt;Dogs barking, phones ringing&lt;br /&gt;One kids crying, one kids screaming&lt;br /&gt;She keeps apologizing&lt;br /&gt;He says "They don't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;I've got two babies of my own.&lt;br /&gt;One's 36, one's 23.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You're going to miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're going to want this back&lt;br /&gt;You're going to wish these days&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;These are some good times&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look around&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it now&lt;br /&gt;But you're going to miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're going to miss this&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're going to miss this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3861380239828287595?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3861380239828287595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3861380239828287595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3861380239828287595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3861380239828287595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-gonna-miss-this.html' title='your gonna miss this'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5183651841915731970</id><published>2008-06-14T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:45:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>veggie garden</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how to start a garden but i thought it would be fun to try. Im probably all wrong on the time and season. who knows. i guess i could educate myself and do it right but i opted to just start digging up some dirt and putting the seeds in. I have no clue if they will grow in clay.. Thats all Georgia has! I planted cucumbers the other day and i noticed they have sprouted up. Lets see if anything grows on em. Jason thought it would be fun to do pumpkins but im a little nervous that the vines may take over the yard! Anyway thats my new hobby. Haley enjoys it too. Ill post pics if they grow lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5183651841915731970?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5183651841915731970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5183651841915731970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5183651841915731970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5183651841915731970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/06/veggie-garden.html' title='veggie garden'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-2462913594641769456</id><published>2008-05-23T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:42:54.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday girl</title><content type='html'>Today my little princess turns 4. I cant even believe how fast 4 years has gone by.I wish i could keep her little forever. ... We had a little princess themed birthday party for her yesterday. All of her little friends from dance came. We just had pizza and cake. I didnt plan to much because i was afraid no one would come. At first i was bummed when i found out everyone was coming that i didnt plan some activities for them, but when they all came into my house i realized quick that it was hectic enough without a ton of girls diving for candy from a pinata. Haley had a lot of fun though.She got some nice gifts too. About five princess toys, a card game, cloths, magnent dolls, and from me and jason she got her room decorated in princess fairy theme. Ill post pics of it soon. She really gets what birthdays are about now. Today is her actual birthday and we dont have to much planned. We are going to paint nails and do our hair together. she always loves that. Tomorrow my mom and brother are coming and she is going to have another party with just the family. when we woke up this morning and told her happy birthday she was like " I have two birthdays?" She seemed amazed. shes going to feel even more special when we have another party! Birthdays are supposed to be magical for little kids.... i hope i accomplished that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15750e9ff2ce3635" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15750e9ff2ce3635%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283897%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12786436D2153AD5212ACB838139CCF1FEEB3FE5.31E2F1EDA1FD1D4F91FA021105A5907C183863C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15750e9ff2ce3635%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhgVhocKlHlASq8qDQ6xuJR3Te6U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15750e9ff2ce3635%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283897%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12786436D2153AD5212ACB838139CCF1FEEB3FE5.31E2F1EDA1FD1D4F91FA021105A5907C183863C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15750e9ff2ce3635%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhgVhocKlHlASq8qDQ6xuJR3Te6U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-2462913594641769456?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2462913594641769456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=2462913594641769456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2462913594641769456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/2462913594641769456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-girl.html' title='birthday girl'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-7282504071416612072</id><published>2008-05-16T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:58:51.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SC5CB4yqkBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/F04uxJpCliQ/s1600-h/haley+1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201167219851694098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SC5CB4yqkBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/F04uxJpCliQ/s320/haley+1815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize i should have been doing this a long time ago. Because i am so anal..... maddy just ate yogurt for the first time all by herself. I know this should have happened forever ago but i just couldnt stand the sight of her slinging yogurt all over the kitchen for the fun of it. Nothing would have gotten to her mouth if i let her do it by herself. I finally gave in and let her have at it. she has to learn sometime. even if that means cleaning yogurt out of her ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-7282504071416612072?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7282504071416612072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=7282504071416612072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7282504071416612072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/7282504071416612072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-time.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SC5CB4yqkBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/F04uxJpCliQ/s72-c/haley+1815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3928891623864104561</id><published>2008-05-12T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:19:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dress up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haley as "madam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rutabaga&lt;/span&gt;" (strawberry shortcake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCis-oyqj8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ME0ek8ep2c8/s1600-h/haley+1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199595961901027266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCis-oyqj8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ME0ek8ep2c8/s320/haley+1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt; as a maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCirboyqj6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MmTYTLEJ6Vw/s1600-h/haley+1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199594261093978018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCirboyqj6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MmTYTLEJ6Vw/s320/haley+1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt; as a chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCiqgoyqj5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/2lzOJh2-I5A/s1600-h/haley+1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199593247481696146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCiqgoyqj5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/2lzOJh2-I5A/s320/haley+1225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just about every day Haley dresses up and prances around the house. Most of the time she has created a character and plays along with it. Sometimes she acts like someone from a movie she has seen. i just have to share the photos. they make me smile. Its so much fun to have girls however my wallet will feel the wrath of girls when they become teenagers and want to "dress up" but for now....its just fun.&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/2168082485447138997-3928891623864104561?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3928891623864104561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3928891623864104561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3928891623864104561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3928891623864104561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/05/dress-up.html' title='dress up'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCis-oyqj8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ME0ek8ep2c8/s72-c/haley+1810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3367492414642076165</id><published>2008-05-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:06:03.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u can call me momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCdtuoyqj4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0wydfstWb88/s1600-h/haley+1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199244942813859714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCdtuoyqj4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0wydfstWb88/s320/haley+1686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a mom is truly the most rewarding job in the world. I love it more that anything. Its also the most challenging i have to say. There are times when i want to pull my hair out. Its either Haley pulling all her cloths out of her closet onto the floor because she wanted to play dress up.... or Maddy putting a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet. There is always something happening in the stobaugh house. Even after you've been puked on or listened to three screaming kids all day, they turn the day all around when they tell me they love me or just by doing something cute. Just a simple hug and kiss makes it all worth while. I have the best kids in the world and i hope and pray that i can be the best mother for them. It scares me to death to think of them getting older. I hope i can set a good example and be someone they look up to. As far as my day today... its been good. Jason bought me a willow tree angel to add to my collection. He also helped the girls make me a card with their hand prints. However, last Friday Jason got a vasectomy...... and he still recovering so Ive been really busy taking care of him and the kids. Tomorrow i have a hair app. so that's my mothers day treat. I'm looking forward to it. anyway as Haley woulds say...... Happy mommas day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3367492414642076165?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3367492414642076165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3367492414642076165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3367492414642076165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3367492414642076165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/05/u-can-call-me-momma.html' title='u can call me momma'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SCdtuoyqj4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0wydfstWb88/s72-c/haley+1686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3146037081256805689</id><published>2008-04-30T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:00:49.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBiJZmvKddI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DVgmffBuuHY/s1600-h/27.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195053243159967186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBiJZmvKddI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DVgmffBuuHY/s320/27.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is such a good movie. I went out and bought it yesterday because ive been wanting this one for a long time. Since its impossible to get to the movie theater i had to wait till it came out on DVD. Although i had three screaming children running around the house i still enjoyed it. It was a nice time for me to have "me time". Like i said before, bed time is a joke these days so any amount of me time if heaven sent. Anyway the movie is so sweet, funny, romantic...... and best of all .... the weddings are great. My dream is to become a wedding planner so this was fun. And it made me so excited for my daughters weddings. I think i may start planning now! would that be crazy? anyway its a good movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3146037081256805689?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3146037081256805689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3146037081256805689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3146037081256805689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3146037081256805689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/04/27-dresses.html' title='27 dresses'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBiJZmvKddI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DVgmffBuuHY/s72-c/27.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-8466531033565388116</id><published>2008-04-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:25:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry pickin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBN_ZGvKdcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y7OiY2dOZbU/s1600-h/haley+1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193634864570201538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBN_ZGvKdcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y7OiY2dOZbU/s320/haley+1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBN-5mvKdbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3ra5biMisA/s1600-h/haley+1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193634323404322226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBN-5mvKdbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3ra5biMisA/s320/haley+1779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBN-ImvKdaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ftTvpYwB-KQ/s1600-h/haley+1766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633481590732194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBN-ImvKdaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ftTvpYwB-KQ/s320/haley+1766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we found a place called Lanes packing co. They are known for their peaches of course but right now strawberries are in season. we love strawberries so we made a day out of it. We picked 14 dollars in strawberries. The girls had so much fun so i guess its worth the money. We got a lot tho and they are beyond juicy. So after that we had lunch at their cafe. Can you say highway robbery? we paid 25 dollars on three salad bars with hardly anything on them! I said from the begining we should pack our lunch and do a picnic but jay said.......... so we spent the money to eat. Then of course the gift shop is a tourist trap for sure, but i only bought a wallet...nothing to do with peaches i know. Jason just had to try the peach ice cream so we spent 12 dollars ice cream. We really did have a good time but when i got home and saw how much we spent when we intended for this to be a cheap day..... gasp. owell. It was a beautiful day and we wanted to take andvantage of it. So when i run out of strawberries.........in a month or so..... we will go back with a picnic.&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/2168082485447138997-8466531033565388116?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8466531033565388116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=8466531033565388116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8466531033565388116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/8466531033565388116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/04/strawberry-pickin.html' title='strawberry pickin'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SBN_ZGvKdcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y7OiY2dOZbU/s72-c/haley+1764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3083124640575877900</id><published>2008-04-23T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:12:45.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SA9f6WvKdZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M-2ti8KUfGQ/s1600-h/haley+1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192474351521920402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SA9f6WvKdZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M-2ti8KUfGQ/s320/haley+1738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SA9ASmvKdYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A81Ho3S987c/s1600-h/haley+1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192439583761659266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SA9ASmvKdYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A81Ho3S987c/s320/haley+1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer is coming.... so i decided to chop all my hair off. i always put it in a pony so i wanted something that i could style. i really like it. It already feels like summer here. the temp has been in the 80s this week. Jay wants me to die it darker.... i dont know tho.....&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/2168082485447138997-3083124640575877900?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3083124640575877900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3083124640575877900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3083124640575877900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3083124640575877900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-hair.html' title='new hair'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SA9f6WvKdZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M-2ti8KUfGQ/s72-c/haley+1738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6381020995484737728</id><published>2008-04-21T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:30:09.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what routine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SAykaWItvXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pnilnSogOmE/s1600-h/haley+1723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191705242977025394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SAykaWItvXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pnilnSogOmE/s320/haley+1723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SAyjHGItvWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_vGjKAFXLfU/s1600-h/haley+1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191703812752915810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SAyjHGItvWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_vGjKAFXLfU/s320/haley+1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;trying to find a routine with a new little one has been more difficult than i thought. Nap time has been hard because i would love to have them all down at the same time..... well thats a joke. Maddy goes down without a problem.... peyton only wakes up when its quiet... go figure. and haley... my dear haley has never wanted to take a nap . im lucky if i can get her to have quiet time for more then 30 min. Other then sleep.... we are doing great. Peyton is super easy. she only cries when its time to eat or has diaper issues. Jay has been a huge help at night. My mom is down and she is sleeping in haleys bed... so haley has a mattress in our room. I dont mind her sleeping in my room for now but every night she finds her way into my bed. she acts like a soccer player in her sleep!! i swear she is sleep walking because i talk to her and she doesnt say a word. Maybe she just know how to get over on me..... its likely.... .... All i desire at this point is sleep. everything else has been wonderful. I even managed to cook everyday since ive been home from the hospital so it cant be too bad right? Ive been slacking on working with haley on the preschool stuff. Thats something that we need to find time for. Im sure ill find a routine that works..... maybe&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/2168082485447138997-6381020995484737728?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6381020995484737728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6381020995484737728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6381020995484737728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6381020995484737728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-routine.html' title='what routine?'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SAykaWItvXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pnilnSogOmE/s72-c/haley+1723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-5879468011927821</id><published>2008-04-10T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:33:58.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome peyton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 466px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;object width="466" height="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/olp/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=ki7ku5IC&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.1.xml&amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;autoPlayBack=true&amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;useWidgetMaker=false&amp;permalink=http://www.photoshow.com/watch/ki7ku5IC"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;param name="quality" value="high"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/olp/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="showCode=ki7ku5IC&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.1.xml&amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;autoPlayBack=true&amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;useWidgetMaker=false&amp;permalink=http://www.photoshow.com/watch/ki7ku5IC" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed height="0" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDc4NjMyMjY4MjgmcD*yNjg*MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-5879468011927821?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5879468011927821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=5879468011927821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5879468011927821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/5879468011927821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-peyton.html' title='welcome peyton'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-3401915603736962924</id><published>2008-04-10T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:35:06.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome peyton</title><content type='html'>Peyton is here!! We went in on tuesday the 8th to be induced. Everything went really smooth. They started me on pitocin right when i got there. I started feeling contractions at around 11 oclock so i got my epidural. Around 1 oclock the doctor broke my water and at about 1:25  i felt a little pressure so i told the nurse.... she checks and sure enough it was time. well the doctor had left to go back to the office so we had to wait. The nurse seemed a little nervous but i didnt feel anything at all so i didnt even realize it was time. so the doctor arrives and they told me to push...... i push twice and she was out. i was laughing! i didnt feel a thing!!! It was bliss. Anyway enough about me more about the baby. She was 8 lbs and 11 oz!!! Huge right. she is my biggest baby yet. She seems so much smaller then maddy tho. Maybe it was because maddys head was so much bigger! She is happy and healthy. No problems at all. She looks just like jason. It was an easy labor. thanks for the prayers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-3401915603736962924?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3401915603736962924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=3401915603736962924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3401915603736962924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/3401915603736962924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-peyton_10.html' title='welcome peyton'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-1415939738076564453</id><published>2008-04-04T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:23:25.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the verdict is....</title><content type='html'>im going to be induced Tuesday. that is if i dont go into labor before then. pray for me.... im scared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-1415939738076564453?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1415939738076564453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=1415939738076564453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1415939738076564453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/1415939738076564453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/04/verdict-is.html' title='the verdict is....'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-6920052376323382394</id><published>2008-03-31T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:35:55.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday jay-dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/R_F1BH71h7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YZ_hW2f7zOw/s1600-h/haley+673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184053308250490802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/R_F1BH71h7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YZ_hW2f7zOw/s320/haley+673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is jasons 24th birthday. We didnt do anything special.... well jay spent most of the day at the car dealership. He got his man van for his birthday. He is so excited about it i think i may find him sleeping in it tonight. I myself have never been a van person ... but.... we needed something with more room. It is a nice van. Its the 2008 dodge. So besides the van jason received a few Lowes gift cards from family and got a grill. He really made out this year.(this is a picture of jay being jay..... he wouldnt smile for the camera... just a blank stare)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-6920052376323382394?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6920052376323382394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=6920052376323382394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6920052376323382394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/6920052376323382394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-jay-dog.html' title='happy birthday jay-dog'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/R_F1BH71h7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YZ_hW2f7zOw/s72-c/haley+673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168082485447138997.post-4996866220414342827</id><published>2008-03-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:49:35.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby news</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctors today. The nurse asked me if i wanted to be induced.... i didnt even know this was an option. I thought you only get induced if you are over due. so she says that if nothing happens by next friday i can schedule to be induced... ....... its kinda scary tho. im used to just waiting for that day to pop up on us. but it would be super convenient to get induced..... im nervous. The last pregnancy is still so fresh in my mind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168082485447138997-4996866220414342827?l=amandastoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4996866220414342827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168082485447138997&amp;postID=4996866220414342827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4996866220414342827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168082485447138997/posts/default/4996866220414342827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandastoby.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-news.html' title='baby news'/><author><name>mandakay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359114321684048446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4a92qSAJFkU/SnD1IY6BQzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Rz9DXjnx29w/S220/haley+4599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
