<?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-16446825</id><updated>2011-09-23T22:54:01.418-07:00</updated><category term='Cade'/><category term='Avery'/><category term='Alex fun'/><category term='date night'/><category term='family'/><category term='play'/><category term='random'/><category term='harvest'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='fall'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='snow'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Simple Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6410343432144996948</id><published>2009-11-02T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:03:11.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest'/><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>It has been too long since I actually posted on here.  Do people actually still read blogs?  I think I may start to devote time to updating this more often than I have...&lt;br /&gt;Today is another great fall day...The time change of an extra hour is throwing me for a loop, but for the most part, I am embracing the fact that we will all be in the swing of this "extra" hour soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a ball dressing up for Halloween (Harvest)...even little Avery was jazzed to climb into her adorable bumblebee costume. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Su8Ci9Ocn_I/AAAAAAAAAio/wWOd7LOfkxM/s1600-h/P1010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Su8Ci9Ocn_I/AAAAAAAAAio/wWOd7LOfkxM/s320/P1010104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399537277814480882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6410343432144996948?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6410343432144996948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6410343432144996948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6410343432144996948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6410343432144996948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Su8Ci9Ocn_I/AAAAAAAAAio/wWOd7LOfkxM/s72-c/P1010104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4835154068521945111</id><published>2009-02-19T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:25:59.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Four Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SZ4sR3CHrUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yZrhck01jf8/s1600-h/P1000349.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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SZ4sR3CHrUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yZrhck01jf8/s320/P1000349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304726096431263042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet, little Avery-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe you are already 4 months old!  I know, 4 months!  From the look you gave me in this picture, you couldn't believe it either!  Today we celebrate your wonderful arrival into our family.  You are so much fun and so cute, it is hard to remember life without you.  Your mellow disposition is such a wonderful change of pace, so much so, I often take that for granted.  Sometimes in those moments, you give me a quick reminder that you are the one in charge, not me!  You've already developed a strong desire to see the world, taking in everything around you at all waking moments.  Probably your favorite thing to see is your big sister talking to you whenever she sees you.  Alexandra adores everything about you and is such a great helper to you and to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last month, you've learned to roll over onto your tummy and to grab at all those dangling toys.  Pretty soon you'll grasp what to do with them, but for now, it is cute to sit and watch you entertain yourself pawing at things overhead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a pretty predictable girl.  You and I have a good gig going on here.  You like most things and so enjoy your routine.  I cherish that simplicity and enjoy those quiet moments together.  You've developed those cute rollie-polie upper thighs, and the baby giggles!  Oh, the baby giggles!  LOVE that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile lights up my heart.  Thank you for who you are and who you are going to become.  I am honored to be your momma.  You are such a blessing.  I love you sweet girl!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4835154068521945111?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4835154068521945111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4835154068521945111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4835154068521945111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4835154068521945111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-months-old.html' title='Four Months Old!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SZ4sR3CHrUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yZrhck01jf8/s72-c/P1000349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1548992985096743088</id><published>2009-01-25T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:12:31.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Captured</title><content type='html'>As I sit down to type this, I notice that it has been nearly 3 months since my last post.  I don't really feel guilty about that, except when I realize that for almost 2 years straight I was consistent about updating this online journal about the daily-isms in my world.  The fun little toddler and baby tidbits, that I often look back on and giggle over.  I want you to know, they still very much exist, I just have been captured and in love with all my goings-on.  I love these little people I am blessed with...I am captured by them every single moment of every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to figure out the balance of life as a mother of three dear little ones.  Three little ones, whom each need me in such a different way at almost always the same time.  It is in those moments of craziness, I try to find the humor and blessings.  Alexandra, now 5 years old going on 10, is reading and taking in the world around her in a whole new way.  She loves school and is eager to begin kindergarten next fall.  How has time so quickly fast forwarded to this?  It seems like only yesterday we brought her home from the hospital.  I cherish those tender moments of questions, curiousity and thoughtfulness.  She has such a tender compassionate heart, always wanting to help in any way she can.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Cade is also growing up.  As we rapidly approach his 3rd birthday (I am still in denial), he just cracks us up with some new phrase or some silly thing each and every day.  He is very determined, energetic and full of spunk! He is the polar opposite of big sister in that he is NOT a morning person (like his mother!).  He loves the morning cuddles and moments of calmness before his day begins.  He has just recently turned into our songbird, humming songs and making up his own at times.  He is all about books, trains, dinosaurs and cars...and his G-pa.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet little Avery is already 14 weeks old today.  She fits right into all the fun, and everyone loves loves loves her.  She is a good sleeper, eater and has a mellow disposition.  I am trying to treasure these moments of her infancy, for I know how quickly they escape.  I am content to rock and hold her in the night, sing and dance and love on her.  For I know before too long, I'll be bringing her to preschool and the likes.  I am living in the moment and loving each day for what it brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?  I am blessed and captured by my sweet, little ones.  So, when it seems I have fallen off the blog-o-sphere, just know, I am here but am taken away by love and joy and captured in the day to day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1548992985096743088?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1548992985096743088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1548992985096743088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1548992985096743088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1548992985096743088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2009/01/captured.html' title='Captured'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-8708558622972443837</id><published>2008-10-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:34:25.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Little Blessings</title><content type='html'>Life littlest blessings arrive in their own time and own their own course.  Our little pumpkin arrived one week ago yesterday (October 19th) at 10:11pm after a day's long labor.  My birth experience was great, plenty of time to get to the hospital, plenty of time for the 2 courses of antibiotics I needed to take and plenty of time for us to anxiously await her arrival.  My water started leaking early Sunday morning so I knew that day would be "the" day.  Brandon and I had enjoyed a great dinner out the night before (cheesecake factory! yum!) and had time to wander the bookstore as well child-free.  Looking back, it was a great time together, our last supper so to speak, and I thoroughly enjoyed the high caloric piece of chocolate peanut butter cheesecake I devoured after my chicken caesar salad...I say it was the cheesecake the forced the labor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are marveling at this little bundle, noticing her unique features and similarities to her big sister and big brother.  She is beautiful, sweet and perfect in every way.  It is already hard to remember life without her.  I love you sweet Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery Hayden&lt;br /&gt;7 pounds, 5 ounces&lt;br /&gt;19.75 inches long&lt;br /&gt;October 19th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIgyDf01I/AAAAAAAAAXg/_Nd5g4wAREk/s1600-h/avery%27s+hospital+pic.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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIgyDf01I/AAAAAAAAAXg/_Nd5g4wAREk/s320/avery%27s+hospital+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902573914280786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhTKJ9FI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gq958YW6EqE/s1600-h/IMG_2945.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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhTKJ9FI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gq958YW6EqE/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902582800577618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhCHgljI/AAAAAAAAAXo/U27mqwcvl_A/s1600-h/IMG_2919.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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhCHgljI/AAAAAAAAAXo/U27mqwcvl_A/s320/IMG_2919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902578226075186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYI5XW02II/AAAAAAAAAYI/0WwH0RaJhXU/s1600-h/IMG_2936.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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYI5XW02II/AAAAAAAAAYI/0WwH0RaJhXU/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902996244322434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhSADZwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/k_3GSZTXlUc/s1600-h/IMG_2959.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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhSADZwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/k_3GSZTXlUc/s320/IMG_2959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902582489769730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhnFqViI/AAAAAAAAAYA/N6ddwvfncQs/s1600-h/IMG_3012.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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIhnFqViI/AAAAAAAAAYA/N6ddwvfncQs/s320/IMG_3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902588150437410" 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/16446825-8708558622972443837?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8708558622972443837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8708558622972443837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8708558622972443837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8708558622972443837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-blessings.html' title='Little Blessings'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SQYIgyDf01I/AAAAAAAAAXg/_Nd5g4wAREk/s72-c/avery%27s+hospital+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3011786865213001001</id><published>2008-10-17T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:30:39.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>40 weeks today</title><content type='html'>October 17th.  40 weeks pregnant.  Feeling large and ready.  Waiting.  All these thoughts pretty much sum up how I feel today.  Today was "the" day.  You know, the targeted due date given to me by my doctor months and months ago.  Who would have guessed I would still be waiting around for this little one to make her debut?  Who could predict that even though this is baby #3 and both siblings have been early, that this little pumpkin would arrive on her own schedule and in her own time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should relax and wait some more...After all, that is ALL we can do.  :)  And so, we still wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3011786865213001001?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3011786865213001001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3011786865213001001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3011786865213001001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3011786865213001001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/10/40-weeks-today.html' title='40 weeks today'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4038106401181407883</id><published>2008-09-21T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:58:15.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>We've been busy these last few weeks.  Alex started her second year of preschool, MOPS has started up again, Sunday School has begun, fall football has started (an essential aspect of our home if you know my husband!).  Fall is among us!  It is hard in these "new" moments of busyness, to find time to be still.  Taking an extra moment to enjoy that morning cup of coffee.  Cherishing the sweet moments of bedtime stories with the kids.  Making those hugs last extra long.  Remaining patient when you realize you cannot control time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids can sense the coming transition of our family.  We are preparing for a new and precious little life to join our ranks.  Clothes are being washed, cradles are being dressed, car seats making their presence.  Gifts are arriving with new and beautiful surprises inside.  My tummy is ever expanding and the kids now understand my physical limitations and are anxious for the day where I can do all the "kid-like" activities with ease like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will she come?  When?  That question is asked by my first born every few days.  She sees the preparations going on around her and wants to make sure she doesn't miss anything.  So, among the busy lives we lead, we take time to enjoy each moment...all the while, waiting patiently for our new little one to be born.  And we wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4038106401181407883?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4038106401181407883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4038106401181407883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4038106401181407883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4038106401181407883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/09/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5881448496129029402</id><published>2008-08-19T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:42:32.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Where to start?</title><content type='html'>Since I am incredibly behind in blogging, lately sleep takes precedence, I am not sure where to start to catch up.  These last 2 months have been so busy with various "summer" and various mothering duties.  Here is my list of blogging possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How the kids and I were stuck at home for a full 10 days with the stomach flu-- Alex had it for 2 days, I had it for 1 and Cade had it for 8.  It was most certainly a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad thing.  Still makes my stomach churn to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)The great truck-rear end story!  How a high school girl (whom just graduated mind you) managed to rear-end B's PARKED truck in our front yard and push it uphill 30 feet onto a curb...all the while in a 25 mph neighborhood street.  Um, can you say text messaging?  Can you also say $9,000 in damage to the truck and completely destroying the front end of the driver's car?  We can laugh now...and we are so grateful this kid had insurance.  Did I mention it took 6 weeks for his truck to get fixed?  Oh, and she is so lucky that B works with youth- he was totally laid back about it.  We really should have called the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Our great week at VBS- Cade LOVED being a big boy and going to his own class everyday.  Of course, I am so glad that I don't have to everyone dressed and out the door by 8 am everyday of the week.  Man, that is tough!  Alexandra thought it was fun to have her daddy do the skits everyday for the preschoolers.  She is still talking about how silly he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Cade's overnight love with Buzz Lightyear.  All we hear about is Buzz...So much so, he now has pajamas and a fleece blanket (compliments of me!) that he adores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)My fascination with why they even make markers and crayons that are NOT washable.  Seriously.  That is a great invention.  I ONLY buy washable from now on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)All the great park and beach days, filled with fun and topped off with ice cream cones for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Can my pregnancy really be so close to the end?  WOW.  32 weeks this week.  Seeings how Cade was born at 37 weeks, I am feeling a little nervous and excited about this little girl making her debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)My days of spontaneous sewing-- I found this great pattern for a nursing shaw (AKA "hooter-hider") that retail for a ridiculous amount, something like $45 bucks or so.  I was pretty excited to make my very own for only $8--and in less than an hour.  This will most definitely be my new baby shower gift...considering the mother plans to nurse that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Fun outings with girlfriends-- that most always included food, coffee and dessert!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Can summer really almost be over?  Where did it go?  Preschool starts in 2 weeks?  What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5881448496129029402?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5881448496129029402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5881448496129029402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5881448496129029402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5881448496129029402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-to-start.html' title='Where to start?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1858648367441075199</id><published>2008-06-11T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:38.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>22 week ultrasound results are in!</title><content type='html'>I've never been very good at waiting.  Today we finally got to have the big gender ultrasound and I just have to brag, the baby is pretty cute!  I also have to say that I am 3 for 3-- I knew with each of my babies what they were prior to my 20, or in this case, 22 week, ultrasounds...It's a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has been saying since the instant we told her about the baby in my tummy that it was a baby sister.  Her reasoning was that she already had a brother, so this time it must be a sister.  We are thrilled and excited to bust out the pink and the dresses that have been packed away for several years now.  I am also excited for Cade, for he will still be the only grandson on my side of the family.  I think he needs this special place, he is sensitive and busy and needs the extra doting.  I think the adjustment will be easier for him since he will still be the prince in the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is active and busy and moving like crazy. Thank you Lord for a perfect, healthy baby girl!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated the comments section of my blog to now include comments from anyone allowed access to read it-- this means those of you without a google or blogger acct can leave message too!  Just post your name so I know its you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a profile shot of her little head/face--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SFKSsHa_xvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rJF2v6fp85Q/s1600-h/ultrasound+%231+its+a+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SFKSsHa_xvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rJF2v6fp85Q/s320/ultrasound+%231+its+a+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211389005425264370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1858648367441075199?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1858648367441075199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1858648367441075199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1858648367441075199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1858648367441075199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/06/22-week-ultrasound-results-are-in.html' title='22 week ultrasound results are in!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SFKSsHa_xvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rJF2v6fp85Q/s72-c/ultrasound+%231+its+a+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4368185154532235259</id><published>2008-06-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:23:19.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Settings Change</title><content type='html'>Because I use this blog as a fun way to keep in touch with friends and family and as a fun way to document my kiddos, I felt the need to increase security. I recently upgraded my comments section to allow me to preview comments, but still, I felt violated with a comment recently submitted...you know those weirdos that roam the Internet. The thought of just anyone having access to my kids pictures seemed terribly wrong to me, so I have now a select readership! Hopefully this rids me of the wackos and provides me some serious peace of mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4368185154532235259?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4368185154532235259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4368185154532235259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4368185154532235259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4368185154532235259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/06/settings-change.html' title='Settings Change'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-2412061655367959561</id><published>2008-05-28T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:39.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><title type='text'>End of the Year Blues</title><content type='html'>I've kinda been in denial about the fact that Alexandra is already done with her first year of preschool. She had a great year of learning new things, getting to know new friends, facing new experiences, going on field trips, multiple play dates and so on and so on. It was a great year. She &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; every minute of it, well, up until she was asked by her teacher to put on her "graduation" hat for her promotion ceremony! Can't you see her displeasure?  She kept fiddling with her mouth and lips because she so didn't want that hat on her head!  Our little Alex is such a finicky girl. I'd have thought she would have loved to sport this hat, but, to our surprise, she didn't. Despite her frustration and dislike for the hat, she still looked pretty stinkin cute...and too grown up for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kd_UGL1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LtBM7tVOFGA/s1600-h/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kd_UGL1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LtBM7tVOFGA/s320/IMG_2386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205567948173225810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kA_UGLyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vj-MVtNCHwc/s1600-h/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kA_UGLyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vj-MVtNCHwc/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205567449957019426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kBPUGLzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/giZPXiT1zhQ/s1600-h/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kBPUGLzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/giZPXiT1zhQ/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205567454251986738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kBfUGL0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/5Uk93gRIORo/s1600-h/IMG_2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kBfUGL0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/5Uk93gRIORo/s320/IMG_2391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205567458546954050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-2412061655367959561?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/2412061655367959561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=2412061655367959561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2412061655367959561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2412061655367959561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-year-blues.html' title='End of the Year Blues'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SD3kd_UGL1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LtBM7tVOFGA/s72-c/IMG_2386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6670089025314160901</id><published>2008-05-23T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:42.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sunshine Enjoyment!</title><content type='html'>I have really come to realize that when you live in the land of rain, the minute the spring sun arrives you desire to spend EVERY waking minute outside enjoying it.  We had some crazy record high heat this past weekend, topping 90 degrees!  It was also my dad's (aka "G-pa") birthday.  We met up with my brother and his family at the park to celebrate my Dad and the wonderful weather...Here are some pictures of the kids active at play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI6cNb26I/AAAAAAAAAWY/sorcGqSTTEc/s1600-h/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI6cNb26I/AAAAAAAAAWY/sorcGqSTTEc/s320/IMG_2375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637694547876770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my paparazzi shot of G-pa and Cade (Cade ADORES my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI6sNb27I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RQQ03l-UC7U/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI6sNb27I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RQQ03l-UC7U/s320/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637698842844082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Carly (one of my nieces with Alexandra) Can you believe they are only 1 month apart?  Notice the height difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI7MNb28I/AAAAAAAAAWo/oztUxp5xG_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI7MNb28I/AAAAAAAAAWo/oztUxp5xG_Y/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637707432778690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Reese (my youngest niece) playing on the slide.  She is 2 months younger than Cade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI7cNb29I/AAAAAAAAAWw/frSdANbDCTw/s1600-h/IMG_2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI7cNb29I/AAAAAAAAAWw/frSdANbDCTw/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637711727746002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here are all the kids playing in the sand...My oldest niece, Abby, is wearing the brown tank top off to the left.  I am not sure why she didn't show up in any of the other pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6670089025314160901?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6670089025314160901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6670089025314160901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6670089025314160901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6670089025314160901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunshine-enjoyment.html' title='Sunshine Enjoyment!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SDcI6cNb26I/AAAAAAAAAWY/sorcGqSTTEc/s72-c/IMG_2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-9072277068431995192</id><published>2008-05-14T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:42.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Getting Bigger!</title><content type='html'>Many have asked how things are going with baby #3.  You've also requested some profile shots to see that ever expanding belly.  While I am not a real fan of deliberately taking pictures of myself (who is?) I thought I would share a quick snapshot Brandon took of me (er, us!) this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is baby#3 growing big at almost 18 weeks.  I had heard the theory that with your third baby, there is no stopping that belly explosion very early in your pregnancy.  I'd have to agree.  I've been well into all those maternity clothes now for weeks.  Baby is also moving and wiggling like crazy.  Only a few weeks until we find out what sex baby is...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SCtLJRluKaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EpcrtnnurVY/s1600-h/17+weeks+profile+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SCtLJRluKaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EpcrtnnurVY/s320/17+weeks+profile+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200332817441892770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-9072277068431995192?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/9072277068431995192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=9072277068431995192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/9072277068431995192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/9072277068431995192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-bigger.html' title='Getting Bigger!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SCtLJRluKaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EpcrtnnurVY/s72-c/17+weeks+profile+%232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5794398708161175862</id><published>2008-04-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:04:32.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Wake Up</title><content type='html'>I thought you might appreciate the way Brandon and I were woken up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Our little Alex is such a morning person, definitely from her father not her mother. :) Most mornings, she comes right into our room to request her morning oatmeal.  But today, it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6:48am&lt;br /&gt;Sound: a little voice singing from the monitor into our room&lt;br /&gt;       "Happy Birthday to me.  Happy Birthday to me.  Happy Birthday, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my birthday, Happy Birthday to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken this song wake-up as a foreshadow of my morning.  We've been celebrating birthdays all morning with all of Alex's stuff animal friends, play cake, decorations and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5794398708161175862?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5794398708161175862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5794398708161175862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5794398708161175862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5794398708161175862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-morning-wake-up.html' title='Monday Morning Wake Up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7927061095506954560</id><published>2008-04-16T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:43.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>My Kidlets- FULL of personality!</title><content type='html'>Alex had a fun "Cat in the Hat" Dr. Seuss week at school and made these fun hats.  Of course, when she is wearing it around the house now, she has requested that we all refer to her as "Cat in the Hat" and not Alex! :)We keep waiting for this little girl to get some personality! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SAaFaprQrJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xomgXE8dsB4/s1600-h/IMG_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SAaFaprQrJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xomgXE8dsB4/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189982313501469842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Cade with his spikey haircut...this shot really does sum up his personality: stoic and curious, all with a full mouth.  Yet adorable all the while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SAaFa5rQrKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XUo3gJ6ZFbI/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SAaFa5rQrKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XUo3gJ6ZFbI/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189982317796437154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7927061095506954560?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7927061095506954560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7927061095506954560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7927061095506954560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7927061095506954560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-kidlets-full-of-personality.html' title='My Kidlets- FULL of personality!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/SAaFaprQrJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xomgXE8dsB4/s72-c/IMG_1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5351868862262122642</id><published>2008-03-31T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:43.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Party of Five!</title><content type='html'>It is officially &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"public"&lt;/span&gt; news- we are expecting child and blessing #3!  That will officially make us a party of five!  We are thrilled and blessed and excited.  Baby #3 will be joining our ranks in October.  Until then, I'll be catching extra z's where and when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R_FTk5LYPDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yyFr8slJUoI/s1600-h/march+27+2008+ultrasound+comments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R_FTk5LYPDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yyFr8slJUoI/s320/march+27+2008+ultrasound+comments.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184016539369094194" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5351868862262122642?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5351868862262122642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5351868862262122642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5351868862262122642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5351868862262122642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/03/party-of-five.html' title='Party of Five!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R_FTk5LYPDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yyFr8slJUoI/s72-c/march+27+2008+ultrasound+comments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-20148525586798073</id><published>2008-03-26T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:44.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Dressed in their Easter Best!</title><content type='html'>Getting both kiddos to cooperate for a kodak moment is near to impossible these days.  Here is my attempt to take some quick shots before we left for church on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh8pLYO-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4IkJ9XBJlnE/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh8pLYO-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4IkJ9XBJlnE/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182132384460979170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is Cade with his "baby" (his lovie) and his pacifier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh9ZLYO_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/fbEcR3b0WBE/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh9ZLYO_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/fbEcR3b0WBE/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182132397345881074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Here he is upset as I tried to take away his paci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh95LYPAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qBy6CJvfp40/s1600-h/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh95LYPAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qBy6CJvfp40/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182132405935815682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Here he is REALLY upset cause I took them both away for the picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh-JLYPBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YXR1e28IRsE/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh-JLYPBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YXR1e28IRsE/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182132410230782994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Once peace was restored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh-ZLYPCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bdYs6pQ4Q38/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh-ZLYPCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bdYs6pQ4Q38/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182132414525750306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alex loving on her little brother- so sweet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-20148525586798073?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/20148525586798073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=20148525586798073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/20148525586798073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/20148525586798073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/03/dressed-in-their-easter-best.html' title='Dressed in their Easter Best!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R-qh8pLYO-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4IkJ9XBJlnE/s72-c/IMG_2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-8016307373060686739</id><published>2008-03-03T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:15:56.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Wisdom from Sunday School</title><content type='html'>Alex was thrilled to announce what she learned at Sunday School yesterday.  She quickly came running up to me and could hardly wait to tell me all the great details. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Momma, guess what my story was about at church school?"&lt;br /&gt;"What!" I exclaimed sharing her enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;"We learned about The Ten Chameleons!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I probed deeper to better understand the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;First Chameleon&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she couldn't really remember more details than that.  She remembered Moses and kept telling me they were indeed the Ten Chameleons and not the Ten Commandments as I tried to interject.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love this girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-8016307373060686739?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8016307373060686739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8016307373060686739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8016307373060686739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8016307373060686739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/03/wisdom-from-sunday-school.html' title='Wisdom from Sunday School'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7297961987186454392</id><published>2008-03-01T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:16:41.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>The Tummy Gauge</title><content type='html'>For several months now, Alexandra has started using her tummy to tell us when she needs  something or when she wants to do something.  It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; "Mom, my tummy says it's thirsty."&lt;br /&gt;    "Mom, my tummy isn't tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never really expect what her tummy needs or doesn't need, wants or doesn't want.  Apparently, it has a mind of its own as well.  So not only am I negotiating with this cute little 4 year old, but now, I am also negotiating with her tummy!!  Crazy, insane and wild, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often my response goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;    "Well, Alex, tell your tummy it will need to wait till we get home to get some water."&lt;br /&gt;    "Tell your tummy it is bedtime, and it is going to bed tired or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and I often giggle when her "tummy" has yet another thing to do or say.  Just yesterday she told me her tummy didn't want to pick up her room.  You can't make these things up.  Kids-- expect the unexpected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7297961987186454392?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7297961987186454392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7297961987186454392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7297961987186454392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7297961987186454392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/03/tummy-gauge.html' title='The Tummy Gauge'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6928607913573602066</id><published>2008-02-19T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:46.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>We just got home from the BEST family vacation ever!  Here are a few shots as proof that we were really in paradise...and yes, it was just as amazing as it looks.  Our resort was impeccable, five stars all around.  It was hard for all of us to break away and come home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tltbQFcsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SYzTtb2S-nE/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tltbQFcsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SYzTtb2S-nE/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168836828421518018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tluLQFctI/AAAAAAAAAUM/t4HSBeJOqlk/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tluLQFctI/AAAAAAAAAUM/t4HSBeJOqlk/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168836841306419922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tlurQFcuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AxzZhkLKouM/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tlurQFcuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AxzZhkLKouM/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168836849896354530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tlu7QFcvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/M7dgJJHToFg/s1600-h/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tlu7QFcvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/M7dgJJHToFg/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168836854191321842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkpbQFcnI/AAAAAAAAATc/X0mdLpUbefw/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkpbQFcnI/AAAAAAAAATc/X0mdLpUbefw/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168835660190413426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkp7QFcoI/AAAAAAAAATk/oxgJhoI9zFM/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkp7QFcoI/AAAAAAAAATk/oxgJhoI9zFM/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168835668780348034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkqLQFcpI/AAAAAAAAATs/7ojQ3Q315oA/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkqLQFcpI/AAAAAAAAATs/7ojQ3Q315oA/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168835673075315346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkqrQFcqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_d81MVu8EnE/s1600-h/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tkqrQFcqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_d81MVu8EnE/s320/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168835681665249954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tktbQFcrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3t3TC0rkUYY/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tktbQFcrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3t3TC0rkUYY/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168835728909890226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6928607913573602066?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6928607913573602066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6928607913573602066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6928607913573602066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6928607913573602066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R7tltbQFcsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SYzTtb2S-nE/s72-c/IMG_1836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-657065440905484983</id><published>2008-02-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:35:20.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Can't wait for the SUNSHINE!!</title><content type='html'>This time next week you'll find me and the fam basking in the sun and playing on this exact beach! This vacation couldn't come at a better time...we've had so much rain and bad weather, my body is aching to see the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/1452912527032709165lutfpV"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/25614/1452912527032709165S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="P8310035" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2171096220026445538tGnyhJ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb64.webshots.com/11135/2171096220026445538S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Marriott Ko Olina Resort 24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAWAII here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-657065440905484983?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/657065440905484983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=657065440905484983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/657065440905484983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/657065440905484983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-wait-for-sunshine.html' title='Can&apos;t wait for the SUNSHINE!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4728665331227373235</id><published>2008-02-02T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:03.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Newest Favorite</title><content type='html'>As a mother, I am constantly looking and trying out new things for toddlers.  Today, I came across this cool thing for your normal everyday water bottle-- can you say cool, easy, cheap and SPILL-PROOF??  What mother could resist?  How much easier than lugging around your sippy cup and bottled water is this?  Seriously, it easily attaches to any standard bottled water and easily snaps off to wash it.  The bonus part was that it only cost me $1.49.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just deserve kudos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R6TyNmE89mI/AAAAAAAAATU/xZjzzJ-SIoc/s1600-h/waterspout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R6TyNmE89mI/AAAAAAAAATU/xZjzzJ-SIoc/s320/waterspout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162517388246972002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if Gerber would only send me some for this free advertisement!  These were a hit with both my kiddos...they thought they were so old being able to hold the water bottle all by themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4728665331227373235?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4728665331227373235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4728665331227373235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4728665331227373235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4728665331227373235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-newest-favorite_02.html' title='My Newest Favorite'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R6TyNmE89mI/AAAAAAAAATU/xZjzzJ-SIoc/s72-c/waterspout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6534681676416102696</id><published>2008-01-28T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:29:41.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Snow Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a4d784d4441334d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Snow Day 2008" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a4d784d4441334d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6534681676416102696?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6534681676416102696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6534681676416102696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6534681676416102696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6534681676416102696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-fun.html' title='Snow Fun!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-622402649283232833</id><published>2008-01-09T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:30:26.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Too long!</title><content type='html'>Just realized I have not blogged since last year!  Yikes...ok, that joke never gets old.  But seriously, there have been many times I had great stories to post, but something, or someone :), never gave me the chance to sit down to write.  I am sure I'll have a few more great stories coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month, my little guy turns 2!  There are days where I can't believe it, and days where I am sure we've already hit being well into two-year oldness-- tantrums, tears out of nowhere, naughty spot visits...the unpleasantries of parenthood.  I cherish the moments of our bedtime ritual, where Cade cuddles and lays his head down on my shoulder while we rock and sing.  I crack up at the silliness of his personality and often wonder where he gets his spunk.  I am enjoying the mommy/son time we spend together while big sister Alex is in preschool learning all her new tricks to teach him.  Here lately, we've been playing tag around the house-- Cade mostly likes the running around part, and yelling "GO" when I say, "ready, set"...and he says GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very blessed simple Christmas, filled with family, friends and even some snowfall.  There is much to be thankful for.  I am looking forward to being "simple" into the new year.  Not getting caught up in all the going, but taking time to cherish each moment of the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sillies straight from Alexandra:&lt;br /&gt;1) "On your march, get set, GO!"&lt;br /&gt;2) singing- "We wish you ANOTHER Christmas, We wish you ANOTHER Christmas and a Happy New Year"...and there is no correcting her on this one either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-622402649283232833?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/622402649283232833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=622402649283232833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/622402649283232833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/622402649283232833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-long.html' title='Too long!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6832014117406103217</id><published>2007-12-17T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:03.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><title type='text'>My Little Martha!</title><content type='html'>Alex is quite the baker. She got some great baking gear for her birthday and we've been testing it all out. Doesn't she look like she is having the time of her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it...&lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;of it! Sprinkles and flour mess galore, it is so worth it just for this face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R2bWEkDwMbI/AAAAAAAAATM/OcCf7qFFM_0/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034998204608946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R2bWEkDwMbI/AAAAAAAAATM/OcCf7qFFM_0/s320/IMG_1382.JPG" 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/16446825-6832014117406103217?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6832014117406103217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6832014117406103217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6832014117406103217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6832014117406103217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-little-martha.html' title='My Little Martha!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R2bWEkDwMbI/AAAAAAAAATM/OcCf7qFFM_0/s72-c/IMG_1382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1874371248210668912</id><published>2007-12-05T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:04.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Floods of the Great Northwest!</title><content type='html'>Several out of town relatives and friends have inquired about recent local flooding they've seen or read about in national news.  Though our home is safe, living on a hillside community is great for many reasons, we have encountered flood roadways.  Here is a picture the dear hubby took yesterday while driving to work-- he was glad to be in a truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R1dpTbA3JrI/AAAAAAAAASE/oZd2jexRRwg/s1600-h/wateronroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R1dpTbA3JrI/AAAAAAAAASE/oZd2jexRRwg/s320/wateronroad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140693282056513202" 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/16446825-1874371248210668912?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1874371248210668912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1874371248210668912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1874371248210668912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1874371248210668912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/12/floods-of-great-northwest.html' title='The Floods of the Great Northwest!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R1dpTbA3JrI/AAAAAAAAASE/oZd2jexRRwg/s72-c/wateronroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1043189061900066571</id><published>2007-12-05T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:55:21.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Ok, what is it with all the smokers out there?  I mean really, if you choose to smoke that is your choice, but smoking while you are pregnant or smoking inside your car with your kids in the back seat with all the windows rolled up?  That my friends, is wrong, way, way wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really can happen, as the cliche goes, "Are you blind or something?" you think or say as someone doesn't get out of your way as you are driving or walking, etc.  The other day I really had someone who was blind blocking my aisle in a store.  The only part was, I didn't know she was blind.  Her husband had left her with their cart in the middle of the aisle while he went around the corner to get something.  After a few excuse me's on my part, she let me know very politely that she was blind.  Yeah, good thing I had been super patience and polite otherwise I would have felt pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you could TIVO your life-- you know, instant pause, rewind, fast forward, delete-- all those crazy tv watching benefits we all know enjoy?  Wouldn't it be cool to have that in our daily life situations?  The other night at dinner, Brandon and I stood stunned as we heard Cade utter his first full, understandable sentence.  If we hadn't both been there, I know no one would have believed it happened.  But, it did.  That is the amazing part.  Let me set it up for you:  I had made a penne pasta dish for dinner.  Alex, has always been her tendency, didn't want to try any because, in her words, "she didn't like it."  This dicussion went on and on as she ate everything else on her plate.  Meanwhile, Cade had already finished all of his pasta dinner, and I got him out of his chair to play while we all finished.  Then, out of nowhere, he comes up to Alex and says, "I like it, it's good!"  We are still in shock.  Crazy.  Of course, he hasn't said a understandable thing since then...oh man I long for some tivo to replay it over and over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1043189061900066571?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1043189061900066571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1043189061900066571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1043189061900066571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1043189061900066571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5522480300524417092</id><published>2007-11-28T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:05.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Birthdays all around!</title><content type='html'>I've been absent from blogging here lately, mainly because we've been celebrating! Cade had his 21-month birthday, I turned the ripe age of 31 and Alexandra turned 4! We had parties, ear infections, family visiting from out of town, lots of fun packed with little sleep. I think the celebrating is now over and we are resuming our "normal" routine and schedule-- whatever normal is anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03vHh_Zk1I/AAAAAAAAARc/zinbVqyEFgo/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138025662562014034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03vHh_Zk1I/AAAAAAAAARc/zinbVqyEFgo/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v5h_Zk2I/AAAAAAAAARk/9CT4X0TMpzw/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v5h_Zk2I/AAAAAAAAARk/9CT4X0TMpzw/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138026521555473250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v6B_Zk3I/AAAAAAAAARs/biLz1k8tJEo/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v6B_Zk3I/AAAAAAAAARs/biLz1k8tJEo/s320/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138026530145407858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v6h_Zk4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/A7Rc65P7qWM/s1600-h/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v6h_Zk4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/A7Rc65P7qWM/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138026538735342466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v7B_Zk5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/OqFqgGxvW-s/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03v7B_Zk5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/OqFqgGxvW-s/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138026547325277074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5522480300524417092?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5522480300524417092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5522480300524417092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5522480300524417092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5522480300524417092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthdays-all-around.html' title='Birthdays all around!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/R03vHh_Zk1I/AAAAAAAAARc/zinbVqyEFgo/s72-c/IMG_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3728433344486223202</id><published>2007-11-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:15:14.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Harvest Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellPadding="0" cellSpacing="0" bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5455784f5445304d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="303" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5455784f5445304d673d3d0d0a.jpg" alt="Pumpkin Patch 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" alt="Slide shows and scrapbooks - Powered by Smilebox" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com"&gt;Make a slide show, scrapbook or ecard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3728433344486223202?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3728433344486223202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3728433344486223202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3728433344486223202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3728433344486223202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/11/harvest-fun.html' title='Harvest Fun!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7298522548411900369</id><published>2007-11-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:05.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Costume Cuties!</title><content type='html'>You might notice that Alex was even more dressed up-- notice her jack-o-lantern smile!  I thought it was funny that she wanted to be what she was last year!  Today we asked her what she wants to be next year.  Looks like this bargain costume continues to be a big hit!  I am pretty sure next year though it won't fit her.  We'll see.  Cade wasn't as into dressing up as his big sis.  He did look pretty stinkin cute in his monkey costume.  Of course getting him to pose in it was a whole other story...here is the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RynneaXeKwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TRneRorz3FU/s1600-h/kidsharvest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RynneaXeKwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TRneRorz3FU/s400/kidsharvest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127884160397880066" 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/16446825-7298522548411900369?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7298522548411900369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7298522548411900369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7298522548411900369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7298522548411900369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/11/costume-cuties.html' title='Costume Cuties!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RynneaXeKwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TRneRorz3FU/s72-c/kidsharvest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4200483135973004204</id><published>2007-10-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:18:07.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Settling In</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been a blur.  We moved almost all of our things into our wonderful new home...did I mention how amazing it is to have almost 800 square feet extra?  The kids barely know what to do, so much space to play and roam.  I am lost in my new kitchen, full with new corian countertops, extended butcher block island and convection oven!  We've spent the last few days unpacking, organizing, cleaning, playing and figuring out where things should go.  The kids have been troopers throughout this entire process and are enjoying getting back into our normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my efforts to maximize my time during the day (and during nap time), I decided to try something I never had before-- buying our groceries online!  If you are like me, just a simple trip to the grocery store can become a big deal.  Here lately, Alexandra has insisted that we get that huge race car driver cart, you know, the one you can hardly steer down the aisles?  It makes for a LONG trip to the store, all the while trying to collect what we need and keep the Mister happy.  Trying to avoid a long trip again, especially among the mess we have here to organize, I immediately thought of the delivery truck I saw in the parking lot of a store in town.  After some research, they had a deal I just couldn't refuse!  If you spent over $50, you could have FREE delivery!  What mother would pass that up?  What mother with a mess of unpacking and moving would pass up that deal in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I logged in with my list, ordered up what we needed (a lot since I tried to deplete most of our things prior to the move) and scheduled the delivery.  Early the next morning the doorbell rang.  There was a nice older gentleman with all my groceries in hand!  Amazing!  Technology never felt so good.  The best part was I saved $32 too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4200483135973004204?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4200483135973004204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4200483135973004204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4200483135973004204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4200483135973004204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/10/settling-in.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4042677505697084607</id><published>2007-10-10T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:06.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KCZZ30qI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Q-AtJB8Slxc/s1600-h/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119829756429718178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KCZZ30qI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Q-AtJB8Slxc/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KC5Z30rI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g7ynGD8vOJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119829765019652786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KC5Z30rI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g7ynGD8vOJ0/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KD5Z30sI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gSkMX2OxDzM/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119829782199521986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KD5Z30sI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gSkMX2OxDzM/s400/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KEZZ30tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NCpaQ7RMufo/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119829790789456594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KEZZ30tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NCpaQ7RMufo/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/16446825-4042677505697084607?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4042677505697084607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4042677505697084607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4042677505697084607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4042677505697084607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rw1KCZZ30qI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Q-AtJB8Slxc/s72-c/IMG_0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6182856273554489741</id><published>2007-09-29T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:14:56.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>I have been absent from blogging lately because, well, there has been a whirlwind of activity at our home.  In the last week alone we sold our house (WOO-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;! a Major accomplishment if I do say so since it is such a buyers market), I celebrated the fact that I don't have to be the cleaning maniac anymore (no more home tours!), passed our home inspection with said buyer, faced an emergency dentist run with Alex and had to have her front tooth painfully, and I do mean extremely painfully, removed. :(  She fell while climbing for something on her wooden play table and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knocked&lt;/span&gt; the edge of it while coming down.  After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt; revealed the root was half out and pushed back, the only solution to avoid the possibility of a future root canal, infection and deadening, was to remove it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the initial trauma, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is fine.  She still grins ear to ear, hasn't complained of any pain or anything.  I think the post trauma for momma and dad is much more difficult.  It still breaks my heart when I see her smile the toothless grin, jack-o-lantern in nature.  I am sad that she won't have a tooth to replace it until, gasp*groan tear-jerk, she turns approx. the age of 7 (as told by her dentist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, we have gained a new sense of personality.  Once I can get over the trauma myself, I'll post a picture and tell the full dentist experience.  It was FAR worse then when she fell on our stairs and had to get stitches on her chin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6182856273554489741?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6182856273554489741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6182856273554489741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6182856273554489741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6182856273554489741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5905190253641802508</id><published>2007-09-18T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:06.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Who could resist these two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RvAnayBhsjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DhW64PbR3Zw/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111628918123770418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RvAnayBhsjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DhW64PbR3Zw/s400/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RvAneSBhskI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J_uaINgXuac/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111628978253312578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RvAneSBhskI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J_uaINgXuac/s400/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/16446825-5905190253641802508?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5905190253641802508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5905190253641802508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5905190253641802508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5905190253641802508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-could-resist-these-two.html' title='Who could resist these two?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RvAnayBhsjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DhW64PbR3Zw/s72-c/IMG_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7307680476069393101</id><published>2007-09-16T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:21:11.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Self-Narc</title><content type='html'>Alex informed me on the way home from church today that she didn't listen to her teacher.  When I probed a little deeper, she told me that she didn't want to sit down when the teacher asked.  "I said no thank you.  I don't want to sit down.  The teacher told me I had to." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I appreciate her total honesty, Brandon just says, "Oh great.  One of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; staff kids!"   I am sure we'll be hearing more of her funnies as the year rolls on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7307680476069393101?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7307680476069393101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7307680476069393101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7307680476069393101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7307680476069393101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/09/self-narc.html' title='Self-Narc'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3488659367624488471</id><published>2007-09-13T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:43:44.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>More reasonings of a 3-year old</title><content type='html'>Me: Alex, why did you hang your bathing suit up in your closet?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Well, I'm not really sure, but probably because it was on a hanger when we bought it at the Target store&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alex, you want to go play playdough?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Hmmm, I should be, but I'm in the middle of playing grocery store, so in a minute ok, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alex, are you so excited for preschool to start.  Your first day is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Alex: No, not tomorrow, I'm not a little bit big yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (to me with elbows on the table and hands holding chin): So Mom, how are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Hey mom, what is this for? (asking about the window button on the inside of the car on her side by the door)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, that is the window button that rolls the window up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Oh yeah.  That is not funny or silly to push that.  Once I did in Nana's car and it is not funny.  It is not safe to push that cause you could fall out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3488659367624488471?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3488659367624488471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3488659367624488471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3488659367624488471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3488659367624488471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-reasonings-of-3-year-old.html' title='More reasonings of a 3-year old'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1625386634067073463</id><published>2007-09-11T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:07.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My stint as an artist</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post some pictures of the murals I created and painted for our Vacation Bible School program this summer. I was thrilled to hear that our church had selected to do &lt;a href="http://www.gospellight.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/TopCategoriesDisplay?storeId=10052&amp;catalogId=10051"&gt;Gospel Light's&lt;/a&gt; VBS program for the year (ok, so I am totally a GL fan- shoot, I worked there for 6 years and I totally believe in the curriculum and their writers and editors! Go Sheryl!). SinceCade was much older this summer, separation from Momma seemed a bit more doable. Alexwas super excited to go to her class and I was jazzed about teaching the 5 year old class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prep for the big week, and because I have good connections and insight into how the curriculum was developed, I was able to help answer teacher questions and help provide a better understanding of all the options within the program itself. I also somehow managed to "volunteer" for assisting with the decorating. At least, assisting was what I thought I had signed up for. Needless to say, 2 nights before the big start of VBS, I was still painting murals in my living room. Somehow, with God's help and several late nights, I managed to complete 3 main murals that tied with the theme. These puppies were big! Each mural was about 6'x10'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I am no artist, I was pretty impressed with how they turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RubzEfkv4cI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Hz0pR4UMXaM/s1600-h/PICT2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109038085819064770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RubzEfkv4cI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Hz0pR4UMXaM/s320/PICT2451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RubzEvkv4dI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EaGbBaf4x9k/s1600-h/PICT2454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109038090114032082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RubzEvkv4dI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EaGbBaf4x9k/s320/PICT2454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/16446825-1625386634067073463?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1625386634067073463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1625386634067073463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1625386634067073463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1625386634067073463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-stint-as-artist.html' title='My stint as an artist'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RubzEfkv4cI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Hz0pR4UMXaM/s72-c/PICT2451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3155875571318924414</id><published>2007-08-31T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:14:05.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Grown-up Getaway!</title><content type='html'>On August 21st, Brandon and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary.  It is always hard to really "celebrate" when such great events happen mid-week, especially when B's summer calendar is filled to the brim with several youth events or meetings of some sort.  But, we were able to get-away without any kiddos in tow, a monumental event for us, the Friday following our big day.  We had been planning a great dinner date and then a romantic stay overnight in a Seattle area hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special grown-up night out has been looooooong overdue.  While I have been away from Alex for nights here and there (Christmas shopping weekend with my mom while I was pregnant with Cade, Cade's birth--does that even count!-, youth retreat weekend after Cade's birth, a couple slumber party nights with Nana and G-pa) I have not been away from the little man overnight since his birth.  Now before you rush to conclusions, it wasn't because I couldn't emotionally handle leaving him, it was just because the boy was nursing or waking up in the night and well, I didn't have many signing up for that kind of babysitting.  Needless to say, sweet little busy boy sleeps like a champ and is now, in many ways, the best sleeper in our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so easy, so simple to carry our one small duffle bag, free of toys, diapers, wipes, sippy cups, fishy crackers, portacribs.  In a strange way it was really liberating.  Knowing the kids were already well into a comfortable deep sleep at Nana and G-pa's, made it all the more relaxing and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to have adult discussions, laugh at all the little things our kids do to make us laugh, and enjoy each others company.  We also enjoyed talking about where we were exactly 8 years ago and how quickly that time has passed.  How blessed we are, how beautiful our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relished being able to sleep in (can't even remember when I did that last!) all the way until 8am!  It was glorious!  We treasured getting ready in the morning while sipping our fresh lattes.  We cruised the bookstore to finish off our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home to pick up the kids, I smiled out the window at the passing trees that lined the freeway.  How rested I felt, how ready to tackle a new day, how blessed I was-- for my husband and all he does to provide for our family, and for my 2 precious, and might I add adorable, kids.  It's really hard to imagine life without any of them.  And to think, it all started 8 years ago.  I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3155875571318924414?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3155875571318924414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3155875571318924414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3155875571318924414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3155875571318924414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/08/grown-up-getaway.html' title='Grown-up Getaway!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-146318271536503106</id><published>2007-08-28T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:36:52.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Mind Full of Questions</title><content type='html'>I took the kids to a local park this morning for some playtime.  We actually haven't been to this park in quite awhile.  It's nice because it's quiet, peaceful and beautiful.  It has a pond with a walking trail all the way around it.  Yesterday Alex was itching to pick some blackberries, too.  I thought this park would be great. All along the walking trail at said park are plentiful blackberry bushes LOADED with tasty, ripe berries.  We filled her bucket up and occassionally she would offer Cade some of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; precious berries.  Momma had to pick for him, constantly putting more on the stroller tray.  MORE! MORE! he would sign in baby sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home out of the blue, my precious Alex asked a most unusual question.  Not unusual for her to ask something, but just unusual because of the nature of the question.  "Mom, why doesn't Cade sleep with a pillow?"  I giggled to myself.  Just funny she would be thinking about such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-146318271536503106?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/146318271536503106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=146318271536503106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/146318271536503106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/146318271536503106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/08/mind-full-of-questions.html' title='Mind Full of Questions'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3666101495941527164</id><published>2007-08-23T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:08.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>18 Months and counting!</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Cade-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really still in denial about the fact that you are now one and a half years old. I have these moments where I feel like the doctor just put you in my arms and other moments where I look at you and see 100% pure, little boy. My how you've grown so much in these last 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard for me to summarize YOU. You are just one busy little fellow, enjoying the mess of things, the thrill of the chase, the challenge of our "no's." You have this cute and clever, but all the while, mischievous determination, in you. If you hear no, that must mean yes to you. I spend most of my day getting you down from things, taking things away from you, moving gates to restrict you or comforting you because of some meltdown usually over one of these things. Gone are my days of sitting down to read emails, or really, read in general, while you are awake and at play. It is just too dangerous to allow you to be on the loose.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35nvkv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qXonlm-ZLEM/s1600-h/100_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102008414061453714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35nvkv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qXonlm-ZLEM/s200/100_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the other day, I ran upstairs to grab something real quick. And I mean really quick. When i came back downstairs, you had managed to open the dishwasher, climb into, sit on top the open door and pull out the silverware (thank goodness there were only butter knives!). I had to giggle at you sitting there inside the dishwasher, licking a dirty spoon, smiling up at me knowing you weren't supposed to be in there.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35n_kv4aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dgrvQlT1B-Y/s1600-h/100_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102008418356421026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35n_kv4aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dgrvQlT1B-Y/s200/100_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You still sleep like a champion, and I THANK YOU for that. I am often so tired at the end of the day, it is a relief to be able to easily wind you down. You have also developed a love affair with your blankie (aka "baby") and the minute I put it on my should you lay your head down and close those precious brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buckled down and finally got you a professional haircut. You weren't too sure about the lady coming towards you with scissors in hand, but the minute she gave you that lollipop, you were in love!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35m_kv4YI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UzpL0flmuzI/s1600-h/100_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102008401176551810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35m_kv4YI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UzpL0flmuzI/s200/100_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You did awesome on your first plane ride to CA, enjoyed your first visit to the happiest place on earth, and have cut your last 2 teeth, giving your mouth a complete set of chompers!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35ofkv4bI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sGgvEmXLPG8/s1600-h/100_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102008426946355634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35ofkv4bI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sGgvEmXLPG8/s200/100_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are still my little peanut, now with a big-boy haircut! I love you to pieces, temper tantrums and all, you are still 100% adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3666101495941527164?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3666101495941527164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3666101495941527164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3666101495941527164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3666101495941527164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/08/18-months-and-counting.html' title='18 Months and counting!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rs35nvkv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qXonlm-ZLEM/s72-c/100_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-8985605869510083917</id><published>2007-08-12T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:11:52.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>I remember not too long ago, really, it seems like yesterday, when Alexandra, then 16 months old, began to speak whole-heartedly.  She had this clever way of communicating, which seemed like sentences from the very beginning.  She would point to things and tell us what they were, what sound they made or tell us what she wanted to eat.  Counting in English and Spanish, knowing her ABC's in song and sight.  Her little miniature voice, so sweet and so clear.  We always thought she was VERY verbal, even as an infant.  Today, now 3 1/2, she is still a little chatterbox.  Just the other night, Brandon and I had to laugh at how exhausted we felt after listening to her tell us &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, about her day, about what we are wearing, about "rememberings" of things we've done or ever done, of well, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.  The girl has the gift of gab.  Along with this gift, comes sweet and tender moments, ones that make you fully appreciate her ability to communicate so wonderfully.  The "Momma I love you so much" never gets old.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have child number two, so they say anyways, you have to not compare.  You can't compare your first to your second, expecting the same milestones to be reached at the same time.  Expecting them to learn the same things the same way.  I am still learning this.  They also say that boys are so different from girls.  I think I'd have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little Cade was such a different baby than my Alex.  He was more mild mannered, calm and was a good sleeper from the start.  Along with this mild infancy, came a short fuse, a strong determined character and a temper.  This temper is becoming stronger and more visible to us the older he gets.  Now 18 months old, he still has such limited vocabulary-- something frustrating to him and to us.  It is not that he doesn't understand or talk, for he clearly does.  He is just not nearly as verbal as his sister was.  I am often surprised at the things he does understand, almost like he is reminding us that he knows, he just can't say it back.  He talks with his mouth closed most of the time.  You can hear little words being said, held in behind those cute little lips and heart shaped tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this has become "normal."  His throaty discussions are a regular part of my day.  I listen and respond when he communicates like this to me, because most of the time I have an idea as to what he is trying to say.  But, I suppose to those not regularly around him this type of communication is funny.  Today when I picked him up from the nursery after Sunday School,the worker joking told me what she thought Cade would make a great ventriloquist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-8985605869510083917?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8985605869510083917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8985605869510083917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8985605869510083917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8985605869510083917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5549501025944954514</id><published>2007-08-10T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:21:25.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>Whoa.  Yes, I am still trying to actively blog, but things have been crazy over this a-way.  And yes, I am trying to pretend that my now 18 month old baby is not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; 18 months old today!  Once I am over the shock, I'll be able to post his momma letter.  Until then, just know I've been swept away playing house, wrestling or playing catch-- :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5549501025944954514?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5549501025944954514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5549501025944954514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5549501025944954514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5549501025944954514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/08/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4314999628252049949</id><published>2007-07-31T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:08.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>17 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq-T33Ip76I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8StMAAXPVhc/s1600-h/P6270003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093452291481661346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq-T33Ip76I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8StMAAXPVhc/s200/P6270003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again you and your sister have kept me so busy, I am weeks behind in completing your 17 month letter. In 2 more short weeks, we will celebrate you turning 18 months! We can hardly believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a real mover and shaker here these last few weeks. Not sitting still, not really sitting period, getting into most everything. I can see those wheels a-turning, and thankfully, I can get to where you are headed before you do. This has saved you from several accidents I am certain. I guess you are just as frustrated as I am at times, but when I don't let you get into something it really is for your own good. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq_l3nIp77I/AAAAAAAAAOw/E52138hqJGw/s1600-h/ready+for+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093542447140171698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq_l3nIp77I/AAAAAAAAAOw/E52138hqJGw/s200/ready+for+the+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a blast running on the beach over the 4th of July. You are a little dude that likes to play in the water-- preferably water where you can walk and get in and out of it at your own leisure. You also got lots of playtime in at Nana's and G-pa's in the pool they got for you and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq_mf3Ip78I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XB16CFD1C90/s1600-h/P7020012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq_mf3Ip78I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XB16CFD1C90/s200/P7020012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093543138629906370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you still don't actually say a whole lot, you manage to comprehend most everything we tell you. I am grateful for that. I long for the day when you blurt out something a bit more recognizable, other than Momma, Dada, Nana and Ah-oh-- your preferred words of choice these days-- but love your little throaty talk, it is so unique and so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq-Tf3Ip74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/o_LIfsYiH3U/s1600-h/P6190023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093451879164800898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq-Tf3Ip74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/o_LIfsYiH3U/s200/P6190023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mastered the art of the weaning process this last month-- THANK YOU! I cherish our bedtime rocking and singing, and the sweet way you lay your head down on me, your little way of hugging and cuddling. You're also a terrific sleeper. You like to go to bed early and wake up a little before 7am. I so enjoy our special alone time in the morning hours, just you and I, while Daddy and sister still snooze. The way you love your turkey bacon, fruit and cheerios for breakfast. You are such a routine driven dude. That part makes it easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq-TQnIp73I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wztTJUEvY9Q/s1600-h/P6190022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093451617171795826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq-TQnIp73I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wztTJUEvY9Q/s200/P6190022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to give you your first haircut this month. Those little curly locks were taking over and some people starting telling me it was time to cut it. So, even though I was sad to see the curls go, you are still so cute, and you look even more grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are indeed a momma's boy through and through. Secretly, I love that! Shhhh. Don't let your dad get wind of it. I know soon enough you will give me up for time with Daddy. For now, you can always count on me for instant cuddles and hugs. I love you peanut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4314999628252049949?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4314999628252049949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4314999628252049949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4314999628252049949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4314999628252049949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/17-months.html' title='17 months!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rq-T33Ip76I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8StMAAXPVhc/s72-c/P6270003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5915475233910758127</id><published>2007-07-26T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:09.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Blueberry Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqkWUXIp7yI/AAAAAAAAANo/aN5e0B-8dG0/s1600-h/blueberrybush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091625392782569250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqkWUXIp7yI/AAAAAAAAANo/aN5e0B-8dG0/s200/blueberrybush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqkWUXIp7zI/AAAAAAAAANw/jpmG0LGTkek/s1600-h/blueberries3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091625392782569266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqkWUXIp7zI/AAAAAAAAANw/jpmG0LGTkek/s200/blueberries3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqkWUnIp70I/AAAAAAAAAN4/OcyNVV5EmaI/s1600-h/blueberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091625397077536578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqkWUnIp70I/AAAAAAAAAN4/OcyNVV5EmaI/s200/blueberries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is finally that time of year...blueberry season! Since we eat so many blueberries throughout the year, I decided to take the kids today to pick our own at a local farm. With Cade packed into the backpack, and Alex and I with buckets in hand, we headed for the fields!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Cade both ate their weight in berries- another fun aspect of picking your own. We managed to pick 10 pounds in a little over an hour. The best part was that they only cost $1.50 per pound, verses the normal Chilean import price of $4.99 for 16 oz! Yes, something to be said about endless, tasty, fresh, locally grown gorgeous blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, when I am feeling spontaneous, I hope to work up enough energy to make some blueberry jam and some blueberry buckle coffee cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5915475233910758127?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5915475233910758127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5915475233910758127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5915475233910758127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5915475233910758127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/blueberry-bliss.html' title='Blueberry Bliss!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqkWUXIp7yI/AAAAAAAAANo/aN5e0B-8dG0/s72-c/blueberrybush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4515955687932856475</id><published>2007-07-24T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:09.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Fun at Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>The kids had a BLAST at Disneyland.  We were fortunate enough to be able to go for 2 days, which allowed us to take our time, take naps in the middle of the day and to take it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; in.  It was so much fun to see Alex's eyes light up at everything.  To our surprise, her most favorite ride this trip was the Pirates of the Caribbean.  Of course followed by Small World, Winnie the Pooh and "probably" Nemo if her parents were crazy enough to make her and her little bro stand in the 4 hour line!  As you can imagine, we just couldn't justify waiting in any line that long.  Thankfully, we escaped by bringing many Nemo souvenirs with us instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5HIp7lI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FjBMD7-1iYE/s1600-h/B%26KidsatDland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5HIp7lI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FjBMD7-1iYE/s320/B%26KidsatDland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090974013747490386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Brandon with the kids in their UCLA gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5HIp7mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/i3oYv-Eqvmg/s1600-h/famatDland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5HIp7mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/i3oYv-Eqvmg/s320/famatDland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090974013747490402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     A fun family shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5XIp7nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OtIVHErH6ks/s1600-h/kidsatDland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5XIp7nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OtIVHErH6ks/s320/kidsatDland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090974018042457714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Alexandra hamming it up for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5nIp7oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UEHyBCuBOI8/s1600-h/ME%26Cade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5nIp7oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UEHyBCuBOI8/s320/ME%26Cade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090974022337425026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Me and my tired peanut!&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/16446825-4515955687932856475?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4515955687932856475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4515955687932856475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4515955687932856475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4515955687932856475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-at-disneyland.html' title='Fun at Disneyland!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqbF5HIp7lI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FjBMD7-1iYE/s72-c/B%26KidsatDland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7591861780738667769</id><published>2007-07-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:10.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>4th of July beach trip</title><content type='html'>We had a great 4th of July with some CA friends while they were in Washington staying at their beach house.  Here are some quick shots of the kids at play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqZpbnIp7fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/55kLroMSpDE/s1600-h/Cade_on_the_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqZpbnIp7fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/55kLroMSpDE/s320/Cade_on_the_beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090872351871593970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqZpb3Ip7gI/AAAAAAAAALY/9QunVZeFkQA/s1600-h/Alex_Huffman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqZpb3Ip7gI/AAAAAAAAALY/9QunVZeFkQA/s320/Alex_Huffman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090872356166561282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7591861780738667769?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7591861780738667769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7591861780738667769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7591861780738667769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7591861780738667769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-of-july-beach-trip.html' title='4th of July beach trip'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RqZpbnIp7fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/55kLroMSpDE/s72-c/Cade_on_the_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3010605029896138252</id><published>2007-07-24T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:17:25.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>We're back...physically, emotionally, mentally.  We had a GREAT family vacation- mixed with 1 airplane trip, 2 days at Disneyland, several hotel overnights, family dinners, wedding extravaganza, hubby's birthday, many lost naps and lots of fun!  Once I get some pictures downloaded I'll have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, can you believe August is almost here?  Where did July disappear to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3010605029896138252?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3010605029896138252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3010605029896138252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3010605029896138252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3010605029896138252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4893702784608676236</id><published>2007-07-15T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:52:33.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind!</title><content type='html'>We've just finished one super busy week.  Brandon was away all week on the youth group mission trip, the kids and I had Vacation Bible School at church and Tuesday we leave for a big wedding (Brandon's youngest sister) in California!  There is too much to update, too little time at the moment.  Look for more details soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4893702784608676236?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4893702784608676236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4893702784608676236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4893702784608676236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4893702784608676236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5227738971123647951</id><published>2007-07-10T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:24:06.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Loving it!</title><content type='html'>Coffee, homemade bread, fresh berries have NEVER tasted so good.  I am just cherishing these moments of tasting and smelling and never wanting it to go away.  I guess until you've been where I have, that is lack of smell and taste, you really kind of forget all the things you associate with them.  That clean baby bath smell as you bath the kids, your own fresh smelling shampoo and body wash, fresh coffee brewing in the early hours.  I still can't believe I have managed to survive without these senses for the last 4+ years...I guess it was just one of those motherly sacrifices.  Now, hopefully while I am in this state of bliss, I won't eat everything in sight, and I won't freak out about an unavoidable surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5227738971123647951?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5227738971123647951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5227738971123647951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5227738971123647951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5227738971123647951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/loving-it.html' title='Loving it!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7679522442458423048</id><published>2007-07-07T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:29:11.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Smelling revisited!</title><content type='html'>After day 2 of taking oral steroids to combat this demon living in my sinus cavity, I've been having what I'll call "moments" of smelling.  It is glorious!  Amazing, just plain heavenly.  I can't wait to completely finish the 2 week dose.  It should allow me to be comfortable for at least a month or two.  Then I'll have this nasty bugger removed surgically.  Oh, and another great side effect of nasal polyps that my doctor informed me about yesterday-- about 15% of candidates grow to have an allergy to ibuprofren and aspirin.  Yeah, that can easily explain the asthma and coughing spells I have if I ever take ibuprofren.  Basically he told me the next time I take it, it could be my last.  Yikes!  I guess I'll be sticking with Tylenol from here on out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am going to enjoying actually tasting, smelling and getting air in through my nose!  Appreciate it people if you have this ability on a normal basis. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7679522442458423048?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7679522442458423048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7679522442458423048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7679522442458423048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7679522442458423048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/smelling-revisited.html' title='Smelling revisited!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4742334203043775691</id><published>2007-07-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:50:29.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Say it isn't so!</title><content type='html'>We've been having this gorgeous amazing weather here lately.  The kind that really makes you appreciate being outside, getting dirty and loving the sunshine.  So much so, that is basically how the kids and I have been passing the days.  And, as you could quickly gather, also makes for some seriously cute photo ops.  Which leads me to the real cause of my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quickly packing/loading the kiddos into the car after a great afternoon of playtime in the new pool G-pa got for the kids to play in at their house.  While giving Alexandra a little boost up to her seat, I set our digital camera in its case (albeit soft :() down on the floorboard.  Somehow between her climbing in and me setting it down it got bump into the crack of the car door, right in the hinge of the door frame.  I thought to myself when it happened, "You should move that."  Then I thought, "Don't forget to get the camera out before you close the door." "Don't worry," I told myself.  "I'll remember."  I proceeded to clip Alex's seat belt (Nana was buckling Cade into his car seat on the other side of the car).  Clip, clip, clip.  A little kiss on her head as I finished up.  Then, out of pure routine and instinct, I.Closed.The.Door. :(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, camera is, ah, in need of a major repair...also known as a replacement.  Brandon, though impressed on my ability to want to take pictures of the kids at any given moment, was less than thrilled that I had single-handedly destroyed the gift we got for each other not even 2 Christmas' ago.  And of course, it had to be the expensive one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4742334203043775691?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4742334203043775691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4742334203043775691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4742334203043775691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4742334203043775691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Say it isn&apos;t so!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6341966427883780274</id><published>2007-06-28T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:23:15.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Product Recall</title><content type='html'>I suppose I should have known that anything called 'booty' wasn't good.  In case you have some of this in your pantry too...check out the product recall for &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/wires/2007Jun28/0,4670,VeggieBootyRecall,00.html"&gt;Veggie Booty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6341966427883780274?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6341966427883780274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6341966427883780274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6341966427883780274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6341966427883780274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/06/product-recall.html' title='Product Recall'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-231137247103237661</id><published>2007-06-25T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:35:58.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://watchedbygod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have NO sense of smell.  Of course, this hasn't always been the case for me, just the last 5 years or so.  Good old nasal polyps taking over my sinus cavity (sounds pleasant, no?) has taken away my ability to taste and to smell.  I haven't been able to surgically have it removed because I have either been pregnant or nursing.  I long to smell and to taste again.  Oh, and to talk like a normal non-congested individual! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've gotta have the toilet paper in such a way on the roller in our bathrooms.  It has to roll off from the top of the roll, not the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can recite, by heart, all the words to all 6 cds of kids tunes in my car.  Sadly, I even know which one is coming next and can locate any given "request" from the backseat.  Am I good or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I admit I am a reality TV fan.  Most favorite?  Amazing Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I despise lima beans- yuck! yuck! yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a secret ambition to invent a potty-seat bowl liner- you know, a cool cheap piece of plastic that lines the cup of the potty seat to catch the waste that you can quickly discard of without having to clean and disinfect your potty each time.  Thank goodness, Alex is potty trained and Cade is months away from attempting such.  So for now, our little potty chairs have been put away.  But seriously, is that a great idea?  For you out there actually in the state of disinfecting etc, you can appreciate this idea I am sure.  I gotta get this trademarked, no idea scamming ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A morning person I am not.  I need at least an hour in the morning to "put on my happy face."  It is funny.  Alexandra is like her daddy, ready to hit the ground running (all the while talking 400 words a minute) the second her eyes open.  Cade is like me, likes to slowly wake up, needs time to cuddle and lay his head on my shoulder, before he is ready to be social.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think the cell phone frenzy is insane.  I can actually remember a time when I didn't know anyone that owned a cell phone.  Barbaric thinking, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now tagging:  &lt;a href="http://momtolily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.stacyp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aprilspicer.blogspot.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shandycarlson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shandy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://veen.com/amy/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bucktheyoungest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;, Michelle (email me), Jen B (email me too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-231137247103237661?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/231137247103237661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=231137247103237661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/231137247103237661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/231137247103237661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4019476676225944000</id><published>2007-06-12T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:43:46.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>16 Months Old</title><content type='html'>My sweet little Cade-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am behind in posting your 16 month letter. Mainly because you have been SOOOOO active this past month I can hardly keep up. I chase you around virtually all day long. You are in all the drawers, cupboards, closets. You have managed to figure out how to get into anything you so choose, challenging me at all waking times. For such a little guy, you are so incredibly smart. Your latest trick is to stand on top of, yes, on top of, your sister's play table in her room. Do you have a love of heights? Somehow, you seek thrills, whether it is the thrill of me rushing to get you down, or the thrill of the "game," you just love to do things you are not supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sprouted 2 more teeth this past month, giving you a whopping 14 teeth! I jokingly call you my little piranha, all those chompers in that peanut mouth of yours. You still love your pirate's booty (corn/rice snack from Trader's Joes) and you have just really taken a liking for milk--hooray! You are still a great sleeper, and for that I am blessed as well. I love rocking with you before bedtime, singing "Baa-Baa Black Sheep," and patting your back as you lay your little head on my shoulder. I cherish those little looks of reassurance, as you occasionally pull back to look me in the eye and grin at me, behind that pacifier. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you understand, you still don't actually say a whole lot. That is, that we can understand. You have this funny throat talk that you do, saying a lot with those little lips closed tight. The only real words you proclaim these days are Da-da, Baa-Baa, Nana, and my favorite, "Ah-oh" pronounced "Ut-O." They funny part is the way the "O" is very delayed. Reminded us that you do things in your own time. You smile from ear to ear after you say the "O." Like telling us, "Wait for it, wait for it..."O". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a park outing this month with some friends of ours, you surprised me. While your sister was busying playing on the swings, and I was chasing you around the play equipment, another little girl was busy playing too. She called out in a loud voice for her mom to watch her. All of a sudden you repeated her call, "Mom, Momma," you yelled in this deep guttural voice. It was crazy. This has since become your new game. It is how you call me to your room once you wake up in the morning. It is how you get my attention. It is...pretty darn cute to say the least. Here is a video shot of you saying such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=301cee722d20fb4d4e3347" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=301cee722d20fb4d4e3347&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com&amp;pid=163" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=301cee722d20fb4d4e3347&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay&amp;coord=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/301cee722d20fb4d4e3347/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" ismap /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;pid=163&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month can just be summed up as BUSY. Busy at play, busy, busy, busy. You are my little mover and shaker. Thank you for those moments of rest, and all those moments of play and action. We are blessed to raise you, blessed to love you, and blessed to be your parents. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4019476676225944000?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4019476676225944000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4019476676225944000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4019476676225944000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4019476676225944000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/06/16-months-old.html' title='16 Months Old'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7564989266511124107</id><published>2007-06-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:17:03.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Miss Literal</title><content type='html'>"Goodnight darlin'!" I said in a firm tone as I re-tucked Alexandra back into her bed for the fourth time.  "I am not Darling, I'm Alex!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this little girl of mine can make me laugh even when I am trying to discipline.  What a goof-ball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7564989266511124107?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7564989266511124107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7564989266511124107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7564989266511124107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7564989266511124107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/06/miss-literal.html' title='Miss Literal'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6708822884566547802</id><published>2007-06-07T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:03:16.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>In Case You Were Not Aware...</title><content type='html'>It is an important thing that your cereal bowl, in our case oatmeal bowl, match your pajamas.  It is also very crucial that you use just the right matching spoon as well.  Well...at least according to my Alex.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6708822884566547802?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6708822884566547802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6708822884566547802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6708822884566547802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6708822884566547802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-case-you-were-not-aware.html' title='In Case You Were Not Aware...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5111530594307295226</id><published>2007-06-03T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:11.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Carousel Rides All Around!</title><content type='html'>One of Alex's most favorite things (well, she LOVES a lot of things really) is to ride the carousel. On a recent family day trip to the zoo, Cade also got to join in! As you can see, they both REALLY enjoyed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGxmOMIrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/imx7X-g3CQs/s1600-h/P5250005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGxmOMIrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/imx7X-g3CQs/s320/P5250005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071975423236907698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGx2OMIsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8wybf9Q8G24/s1600-h/P5250002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGx2OMIsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8wybf9Q8G24/s320/P5250002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071975427531875010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGyGOMItI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HAPvFFF2Zr8/s1600-h/P5250001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGyGOMItI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HAPvFFF2Zr8/s320/P5250001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071975431826842322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGyWOMIuI/AAAAAAAAALA/EnsM7xm8JX8/s1600-h/P5250004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGyWOMIuI/AAAAAAAAALA/EnsM7xm8JX8/s320/P5250004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071975436121809634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNHrGOMIvI/AAAAAAAAALI/l_PVoXoZRAo/s1600-h/P5250003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNHrGOMIvI/AAAAAAAAALI/l_PVoXoZRAo/s320/P5250003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071976411079385842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5111530594307295226?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5111530594307295226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5111530594307295226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5111530594307295226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5111530594307295226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/06/carousel-rides-all-around.html' title='Carousel Rides All Around!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmNGxmOMIrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/imx7X-g3CQs/s72-c/P5250005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-6051377987147289500</id><published>2007-06-03T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:12.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Time to Reflect</title><content type='html'>Recently, I came across this neat reflection, written by a mother who now has grown children.  I wanted to share it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmM_RGOMIqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zBtRUO0--RM/s1600-h/image007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmM_RGOMIqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zBtRUO0--RM/s400/image007.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071967168309764770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-6051377987147289500?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/6051377987147289500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=6051377987147289500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6051377987147289500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/6051377987147289500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-to-reflect.html' title='A Time to Reflect'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RmM_RGOMIqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zBtRUO0--RM/s72-c/image007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5150906905314223284</id><published>2007-05-27T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:13.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Already 3 and a 1/2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7NWOMIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aS0BNU8raqY/s1600-h/P5130048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069429431048348242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7NWOMIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aS0BNU8raqY/s320/P5130048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Princess Alexandra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you already be 3 1/2? The last 6 months have just whizzed by me all too quickly. You are quite the little person in our home. Sometime I forget all that you know...it really is amazing to watch you at work. You are like a sponge, soaking up anything around you and storing it for a later time. I often am reminded of silly things I once said to you or to another, because I'll hear it repeated out of those cute little lips of yours. Since you are my first-born, I have no comparison...I see this as a blessing. But clearly, you are amazing. You are brilliant, so smart and so precocious...I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just love your brother to pieces, constantly asking where he is or what he is doing. Just today, I overheard a cute conversation you were having with him, as you sat next to him with your arm around his back while you were sharing your fishy crackers. "Cade-y boy, I just love you so much." It is your tender heart and your sensitive nature that makes me melt all the more. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7OWOMInI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0xmZ8BowD5Y/s1600-h/P4200004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069429448228217458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7OWOMInI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0xmZ8BowD5Y/s320/P4200004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the BEST sense of humor, I often just can't get enough. The way you laugh at something, or giggle profusely at a Max and Ruby show you've probably seen 100 times too many. Your deep belly laugh as you roll around while you get tickled. The way you like to put your oranges in your mouth so the peel is what you see when you smile, your selected outfits while you play dress-up, your infamous love-affair with those snowman-footie pajamas, your intense passion for brushing your teeth 3 or 4 times before bed! You are one silly girl for sure.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7N2OMImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hkp6PVQqLhY/s1600-h/P5130050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069429439638282850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7N2OMImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hkp6PVQqLhY/s320/P5130050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I just can't keep you busy enough. You are one A-C-T-I-V-E little person. Honestly, you have the ability to play with 5 different toys simultaneously! Here lately, pretend picnics with your plastic play food, playdough with all your coordinating accessories, dress-up, coloring, legos, tricycle riding, sandbox play, going to the park, going to the gymnasium with friends, singing with "moos-kick", puzzles, puzzles, more puzzles, playing house, hide-and-seek, reading, reading, and more reading...you name it, you love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could afford it, we would have our own beach in our backyard. This in itself would be like a Disneyland experience for you on a daily basis. You can't seem to get enough of the water, the sand and the sun. I guess it's that California blood in you after all. And don't worry, one of these days it will get hot enough to bring our play pool into the backyard, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7O2OMIoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QMFaTfjlqGA/s1600-h/P3290012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069429456818152066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7O2OMIoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QMFaTfjlqGA/s320/P3290012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so grown-up. Full potty-trained, both day and night! I am still so impressed on that fact alone. Your ability to fully retain your Sunday School teachings has also been so cool. Just this week when asked what your story was about you quickly rambled back, "Jesus walking on water." Last week, you were most impressed with Jesus' ability to multiple the loaves and fishes. And my favorite is that you know that Jesus lives in your heart...I tear up when you tell me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are becoming more and more, well, you. I see my little Alexandra becoming a little girl. A little girl that needs me in a new way. Not to help you get out of your bed anymore, but to help find the missing puzzle piece, or to read I spy books to. Not to help you put your clothes on, but to help make you your much loved and appreciated bowl of morning oatmeal--seriously, we still can't believe how much you LOVE, L-O-V-E, your oatmeal. In fact, if we sleep anywhere else for a trip or something, it is the first and most important thing you are worried about. It is pretty cute, even if it is the first thing you say to me in the morning. :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7PGOMIpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lHFts1zu7lE/s1600-h/P2200005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069429461113119378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7PGOMIpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lHFts1zu7lE/s320/P2200005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have your moments of 3-year oldness, but I guess that comes with the territory. Moments of not listening or getting out your bed 25 times too many. Those not so fun times can easily be forgotten amongst all the other fun and true moments we experience together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby-doll. You are precious in all ways. I love you so much. I cherish your little "isms" and the unique things that make you, you. Thank you for always forgiving me when I fail and always loving me. You are incredible.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5150906905314223284?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5150906905314223284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5150906905314223284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5150906905314223284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5150906905314223284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/already-3-and-12.html' title='Already 3 and a 1/2!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rlo7NWOMIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aS0BNU8raqY/s72-c/P5130048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-8506780130211837166</id><published>2007-05-23T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:42:36.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>A Girl for Fashion</title><content type='html'>Our Alexandra can be full of humor on a regular basis.  That is, providing some good laughs for both her father and I.  Her latest new trick is to change pajamas, upwards of three times, after she has been put to bed.  "Those were not good." "Those were too cold," but what she really means is that she was hot and they were more suited for cold weather.  "I need some with long sleeves Mom.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THESE&lt;/span&gt; ones have long sleeves."  Long after she falls asleep, I love to sneak in to check on her and am always surprised at what her final jammie set is.  They say variety is the spice of life...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also taken a liking to certain "outfits"--her term not mine. She loves this particular aqua and light green sundress with these 2 daisy flowers on the shoulder straps.  She wants to wear it rain or shine.  I am not sure what it is about this one particular dress she likes so much.  But, it is cute to see her twirl around and around and tell me how beautiful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the priceless moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-8506780130211837166?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8506780130211837166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8506780130211837166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8506780130211837166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8506780130211837166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/girl-for-fashion.html' title='A Girl for Fashion'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-2739515884053926423</id><published>2007-05-19T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:13.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Attack of the killer weed!</title><content type='html'>I am finally believing that spring is really here. This week I also finally gathered enough energy to tackle the many growing weeds in my backyard. In all honesty, I was hoping they might just die off on their own, but no such luck. It seems all the endless rain we've had just keeps adding to their growth and deeper roots. For you to really appreciate the project I was undertaking, I took a picture of one of the weeds. You can actually see the base of our family room window, so it does give you some perspective at how LARGE this weed is...(Sorry Michelle, I know you are just sick to your stomach that such a thing actually lived long enough to grow this big!) Needless to say, we are finally able to enjoy the appearing sun and sandbox in the yard...finally, weed-free! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rk9VLWOMIfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YXv8fb4aQVw/s1600-h/P5080031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066361759247114738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rk9VLWOMIfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YXv8fb4aQVw/s400/P5080031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here is to my 120th blog post. I am actually amazed I only have that few, seeings how I have been an active blogger since August 2005.  To this and many more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-2739515884053926423?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/2739515884053926423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=2739515884053926423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2739515884053926423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2739515884053926423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/attack-of-killer-weed.html' title='Attack of the killer weed!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rk9VLWOMIfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YXv8fb4aQVw/s72-c/P5080031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4622021794258597868</id><published>2007-05-16T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:46:01.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Giggles in the Tubby!</title><content type='html'>This was too funny...While doing our double bathing ritual before bedtime, Cade managed to figure out how he could squirt water in his face with this star-shaped squishy toy. What a crack up! You get the gist...by the time I got the camera out this was all I could capture! **sidebar: note the bath crayon marks all over the sides of the tub! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/202096/20070516/133146.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4622021794258597868?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4622021794258597868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4622021794258597868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4622021794258597868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4622021794258597868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/giggles-in-tubby.html' title='Giggles in the Tubby!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1384618626137212041</id><published>2007-05-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:14.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Growing Big- 15 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;My Precious Peanut~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You are still just that, a little peanut.  Busy and into everything, but a little peanut none-the-less.  Yet while you are still so little, you are big!  Perhaps this is just something a mother can really understand, I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWgUblWsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RZRFnkKNmJw/s1600-h/P5130043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWgUblWsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RZRFnkKNmJw/s320/P5130043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064885475427572418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;  I feel like I have blinked my eyes again and here we are, you being 15 months old!  At your 15 months check-up this past week, you weighed in at a whopping 20.02 pounds...just making you legal to face forward in your car seat.  This puts you in the 3% for your weight and at 15% for your height (at 29 7/8 inches)  You are indeed a peanut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This past month you've been learning new skills like crazy.  I think the most amazing one was when you finally used your baby signs to tell me you wanted more of something.    I danced around the room with you in delight over your communication with me.  To make sure you really did sign "more" I asked you again, and you kept showing me over and over.  It is rewarding to know you have been paying attention all these months now!  Since then, you have signed "all done" as well.  Verbal words are still gargley-gook phrases we can't quite decipher...But DA-DA is your favorite.  Even though you don't quite say a whole lot, you understand what we say which is adorable.  Sit-down, bite, drink, tubby, go upstairs, hug, kiss, bye-bye, bubbles, snack, all phrases you know too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWfEblWqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vp3UnToqfPQ/s1600-h/P4290014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWfEblWqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vp3UnToqfPQ/s320/P4290014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064885453952735906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You also began to show all of us how fearless you really are.  Standing on toys, climbing up stools, trying to climb out of the bathtub, you really like to see all the attention you get.  Can we take it down a notch?  I am just not ready to have you being so brave to try anything...I need to ease into this boy thing slowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWdkblWoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GAa9PSxMzMA/s1600-h/P4280007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWdkblWoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GAa9PSxMzMA/s320/P4280007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064885428182932098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You've also started to show a new interest in several random things around the house.  That, if you can't play with or reach, you immediately, and I mean, immediately, show your displeasure.  You LOVE holding the phone, especially the white cordless phone you can now reach off the table, and place it up to your ear saying, "Da-da, Da-da??" all the while walking up and down the hallway.  I giggle at your extroverted attempt to mimic me or your daddy on the phone.  Of course, when you begin to try to call China and I take it away from you, your "throw-yourself-down-on-the-floor-while screaming" fit just isn't quite as cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWfkblWrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0spZvGZt-nE/s1600-h/P5070026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWfkblWrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0spZvGZt-nE/s320/P5070026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064885462542670514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You are also the king of repetition- open, close, open, close.  Up, down, Up, down.  You could do some new activity like walk in and out of the house screen door for hours at a time.  You like to try your new skills at the same activity as you master it.  It is pretty darn cute to watch those little peanut legs and feet move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I love you so much.  You are such a joy and delight.  I cherish all the little hugs (with the cute back pat and head laid on my shoulder) that you give me when I retrieve you from your crib after a nap.  You give each one like you haven't seen me in years...when in fact, it has only been hours or minutes.  I love you, every one of those slobbery kisses, and all those snotty-nose smears on my shirt...you are so sweet, so very, very sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1384618626137212041?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1384618626137212041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1384618626137212041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1384618626137212041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1384618626137212041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/growing-big-15-months.html' title='Growing Big- 15 Months!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkoWgUblWsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RZRFnkKNmJw/s72-c/P5130043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1739676217113278634</id><published>2007-05-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:14.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy Flower!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is too cool.  I just had to post this.  Though behind on blogging, I have lots of other things to catch you up on, I wanted to quickly post my friend's "Happy Flower."  It just seems fitting for all you mothers out there.  Seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this is real&lt;/span&gt;- take my eye-witness report.  No tampering, or flower altering done here.  No photo altering in photoshop.  All natural, 100% God-grown.  Amazing isn't it?  I always thought Gerber daisy were happy.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkdIc0blWnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aAPr2GSePUY/s1600-h/Smiling_Flower_5_5_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkdIc0blWnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aAPr2GSePUY/s400/Smiling_Flower_5_5_2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064095965949287026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1739676217113278634?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1739676217113278634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1739676217113278634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1739676217113278634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1739676217113278634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-flower.html' title='Happy Flower!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RkdIc0blWnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aAPr2GSePUY/s72-c/Smiling_Flower_5_5_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5270773854081675135</id><published>2007-05-08T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:01:28.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><title type='text'>Date Night!</title><content type='html'>Brandon and I were able to sneak out on Saturday for a much needed and deserved date night.  We normally try to get away together at least 2 times a month, typically for dinner to some great place we don't get to frequent with the kiddos in tow.  It seems however, with all that we have been doing lately, we haven't had the chance to make it out on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we wanted to go somewhere fun and tasty and a little romantic.  Since it had been so long since our last official date night, we decided to splurge a little too.  As you can imagine, this opened many more doors.  We decided on the &lt;a href="http://themeltingpot.com/"&gt;Melting Pot&lt;/a&gt;.  We had both heard lots of stuff about it from friends and family and have always wanted to go ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!  This is not just a restaurant, but an overall destination!  It was delicious from start to finish...Cheese fondue, bread, salad, veggies, shrimp, beef tenderloin, chicken...you name it, we ate it.  They just kept bringing us stuff to dip!  Then, just when you thought you really couldn't open your mouth to eat anymore, you realize that you brought this free dessert coupon (yes, that is right, you read correctly.  You too can get our own FREE chocolate fondue dessert by registering with their website fondue club!).  So worth it, so very worth it.  We chose the chocolate smores dessert- milk chocolate, graham cracker crumbs and marshmallows all melted together for what I might now call, the best possible dessert that has ever touched my lips!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a great night, filled with great food, great conversation and great company.  I did learn a few things too.  &lt;br /&gt;#1: Even when you feel like you can't possibly eat another thing, chocolate fondue ALWAYS, I repeat, ALWAYS has a place.  &lt;br /&gt;#2: If you plan to go to the Melting Pot for dinner, allow 3-4 hours even with a reservation (simmering your food in a fondue pot takes some time). &lt;br /&gt;#3: Alert your babysitter (in this case Nana) that you expect to be gone longer than usual so she isn't left falling asleep on your couch wondering when you will be home! :) --Thanks Mom! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5270773854081675135?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5270773854081675135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5270773854081675135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5270773854081675135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5270773854081675135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/date-night.html' title='Date Night!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-8246692850910509234</id><published>2007-05-03T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:14.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Happiness...in shoes!</title><content type='html'>I would be the first to admit, I am an avid shoe lover...especially cute little baby and kid shoes! I mean really, who can resist an adorable pair, especially those &lt;a href="http://www.robeez.com/Department.aspx?DeptID=223&amp;PriceCat=2&amp;amp;Lang=EN-US&amp;amp;RefID=9043"&gt;Robeez&lt;/a&gt;-- cute, adorable and childproof!  Here is a picture of my latest purchase.  Look-alike camouflage baby crocs!  Cade loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RjpfnEblWmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QJWgi_hSrbo/s1600-h/P3190021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RjpfnEblWmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QJWgi_hSrbo/s320/P3190021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060462256113146466" 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/16446825-8246692850910509234?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8246692850910509234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8246692850910509234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8246692850910509234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8246692850910509234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/happinessin-shoes.html' title='Happiness...in shoes!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RjpfnEblWmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QJWgi_hSrbo/s72-c/P3190021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5272084596482645472</id><published>2007-05-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:14.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Tuesday musings of a 3-year old</title><content type='html'>While on a quick drive today to our church to bring Brandon some Starbucks, Alexandra chimed in from the backseat, "Turn the wind on Mom!  I want to see my pinwheel spin!"  I giggled to myself at her 3-year old request for me to turn up the air conditioner so she could hold her pinwheel in such a way to lazily watch it turn round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got up to the drive-thru, she wondered what that thing was on the starbucks workers chin.  "Mom, what is that on his chin?" she asked while I handed the man my money thru the window.  I thought it was funny that she was so interested in this mans goatee because her own Daddy has a low cut one.  She has never been bothered by his, yet for some reason today, she was most inquisitive about facial hair.  I often wish I could crawl into that head of hers to see her wheels turning.&lt;br /&gt;Then, amongst all this thinking she was doing, she nodded off.  When I turned around to look at her this is what I found.  Note the pinwheel still in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rjf1W0blWlI/AAAAAAAAAII/qcZOUPcbw6E/s1600-h/Photo0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rjf1W0blWlI/AAAAAAAAAII/qcZOUPcbw6E/s320/Photo0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059782478754306642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5272084596482645472?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5272084596482645472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5272084596482645472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5272084596482645472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5272084596482645472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday-musings-of-3-year-old.html' title='Tuesday musings of a 3-year old'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rjf1W0blWlI/AAAAAAAAAII/qcZOUPcbw6E/s72-c/Photo0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3887077086639242226</id><published>2007-04-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:40:29.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Just in case</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering, it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; possible for a 14-month old to go 12, yes T-W-E-L-V-E hours, without napping!!!!  I think we have recovered, but Saturday is a day I would like to try and forget. :) How have I been blessed with kids with so much energy?  Would it be wrong to inject coffee intravenously?...Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade made up for himself today, by taking 2 daytime naps for me, each beit for 2 hours.  He is now down for bedtime and it is only 6pm!  Ahhh, sleep.  Precious, precious sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3887077086639242226?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3887077086639242226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3887077086639242226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3887077086639242226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3887077086639242226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4812863221620216827</id><published>2007-04-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:15.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Under the weather...</title><content type='html'>My little guy has another ear infection.  After a quick visit to his doctor this morning, she confirmed what I thought.  Hopefully, he will be on the mend soon.  He has been running a high fever and just can't seem to get comfortable when attempting to sleep.  I can summarize last night's sleep as a twilight sleep for us both.  You know, laying down, eyes closed, attempting to sleep but never really falling asleep?  Poor guy, he is just beside himself today.  As we headed for home, I caught this quick snapshot as he attempted to catch up on some of his lost sleep.  Poor, poor sweet baby doll... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RjJ_oEblWkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ncKYONQ0hZ0/s1600-h/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RjJ_oEblWkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ncKYONQ0hZ0/s320/Photo0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058245657851419202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4812863221620216827?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4812863221620216827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4812863221620216827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4812863221620216827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4812863221620216827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/04/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RjJ_oEblWkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ncKYONQ0hZ0/s72-c/Photo0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7737941907623271688</id><published>2007-04-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:54:05.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>The latest funny Alex-isms</title><content type='html'>We are often laughing at the little sayings of our Alexandra.  She is a chatterbox from the minute her little eyes open in the morning and she talks nonstop until they close at bedtime.  Here is a list of her latest funnies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shobel&lt;/span&gt;= shovel&lt;br /&gt;Used often in reference to her pretend beach trips and sandbox play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ug-in&lt;/span&gt; = onion&lt;br /&gt;Recently, she has been using this one a lot.  For some reason, she loves to eat pretend plastic "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ug-ins&lt;/span&gt;", but reminds us she doesn't like to eat the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Berry-go-round&lt;/span&gt;= merry go-round&lt;br /&gt;A favorite play item at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tomorry-io&lt;/span&gt;= tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Stated MANY times a day, esp. when her mother is trying to differ doing something until the next day..."Playdough today?  Maybe we'll do that "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tomorry-io&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go'ed&lt;/span&gt;= Alex's version of "went"&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; potty-trained (yes, both day and night! woo-hoo!!) she is constantly calling me after she goes potty.  "I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;go-ed&lt;/span&gt; mom!  I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;go'ed&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hole-way&lt;/span&gt;= Hallway&lt;br /&gt;Her reference to her other play room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Craps store&lt;/span&gt;= Craft store&lt;br /&gt;A fun place we frequent often.  She enjoys crafts like her momma. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Californ-a&lt;/span&gt;= California&lt;br /&gt;Home of Disneyland and her "grammie-go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7737941907623271688?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7737941907623271688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7737941907623271688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7737941907623271688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7737941907623271688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/04/latest-funny-alex-isms.html' title='The latest funny Alex-isms'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-7925001139627910646</id><published>2007-04-21T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:16.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Complete Joy!</title><content type='html'>I am captured by these sweet smiles and precious faces!  These little ones bring so much joy!  How stinkin' cute are these kids?  We were also &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; due for a family shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RiozhyJR8sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6p6PDAzegYE/s1600-h/ALEX.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RiozhyJR8sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6p6PDAzegYE/s320/ALEX.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055910187166200514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RioziCJR8tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6EOCN0eQxFo/s1600-h/CADE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RioziCJR8tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6EOCN0eQxFo/s320/CADE.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055910191461167826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RioziCJR8uI/AAAAAAAAAHo/H8TomHCEbog/s1600-h/KIDS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RioziCJR8uI/AAAAAAAAAHo/H8TomHCEbog/s320/KIDS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055910191461167842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RioziSJR8vI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UHNDTL6gCI8/s1600-h/HUFFS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RioziSJR8vI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UHNDTL6gCI8/s320/HUFFS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055910195756135154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-7925001139627910646?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/7925001139627910646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=7925001139627910646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7925001139627910646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/7925001139627910646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/04/complete-joy.html' title='Complete Joy!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RiozhyJR8sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6p6PDAzegYE/s72-c/ALEX.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-838605390458668958</id><published>2007-04-19T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:17.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>14 months!</title><content type='html'>Cade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am behind again this month in posting your 14-month letter.  I guess I have again been swept away in your busyness- as you are really now into everything.  You've figured out all the loopholes to gadgets and casual babyproofing.  You can open all cupboards and drawers. You name it, you can get it.  As active as you are, you are still the apple of my eye and your sweet and tender personality constantly makes me melt...even amongst all the mess you can manage to make. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RigkoyJR8qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6Sg-eZKnzqw/s1600-h/P3280002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RigkoyJR8qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6Sg-eZKnzqw/s320/P3280002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055330864797446818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has been filled with many new milestones-- so many, I've had to really keep on my list to keep up with all the new things you are learning.  I must admit you get cuter and cuter each day- which is quite difficult because you are already so stinkin cute!  You've added a few new words to your vocab, but we can't make out what they mean.  You've developed a clever way of gargle talking, babbling all kinds of things all with your little lips closed shut.  You've mastered waving goodbye, clapping your hands at almost anything to show your enthusiasm, and you know who to run to when you need comfort- momma!  You've also learned to sit still for minutes at a time to enjoy indoor picnics with your big sis, something she adores.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RigkpSJR8rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dG8bqayaUGY/s1600-h/P3290020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RigkpSJR8rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dG8bqayaUGY/s320/P3290020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055330873387381426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the zoo for one of our family days as well.  you loved looking at all the animals, but were most impressed with the indoor play area as getting out of the stroller is really your favorite thing these days.  You LOVE to be on the move- exploring everything in sight and in reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rifr9CJR8pI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5K5Kx6gnl5A/s1600-h/P4080073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Rifr9CJR8pI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5K5Kx6gnl5A/s320/P4080073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055268540527014546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked like a little dude, all dressed up in your Easter finest.  Your little linen slacks, vest and matching button down shirt caught the eyes of all the ladies in the nursery on Easter Sunday.  Speaking of nursery, it has now officially become a place you do not enjoy.  You've started to relate nursery time to = time away from mom, something that you are not at all pleased with.  You quickly wrap yourself around me and latch on to resist the drop off.  As sad as it is to see you get upset, I delight in the joy on your face when I come to pick you up.  You always run over to the counter the instant you see me, with your hands raised up high for me to rescue you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrbSJR8lI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6YyU0DY54tw/s1600-h/P3290009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrbSJR8lI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6YyU0DY54tw/s320/P3290009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055267960706429522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few rough nights of sleep this month, as your one-year molars decided to come in all at once.  Thank goodness all the hard stuff with those are behind us, and you now officially have 12 teeth!  You still continue to enjoy many new foods- and much to your father's delight, share his love of meat- any kind.  Your favorite thing to eat these days is pirates booty- a puffed corn and rice snack that much resembles popcorn minus any choking hazards.  You know where I keep it in the pantry and the minute you see the door open, you jet over to get it out.  We should also nickname you the 'sippy cup thief" as you LOVE to torment Alex by taking hers at any given moment, even if you have your own as well.  All your sips are followed with a loud "ah" to show your appreciation and satisfaction.  It simple is too cute!  Nana and G-pa get a good chuckle out of hearing you do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrbiJR8mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lrwHC3QwxMs/s1600-h/P4040027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrbiJR8mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lrwHC3QwxMs/s320/P4040027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055267965001396834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love venturing to the park to play.  Thankfully, we've had several nice days to do so.  Chasing bubbles, sharing cheerios with your sister and running wild with all the open grass.  Don't worry, in a few more months you will be big enough to tackle the toddler slide by yourself.  You don't like to get your hands dirty though in the sawdust in the playground area.  The minute it hits your hands you stop and look at them, confused by how this could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrcCJR8nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kExBzTob6-I/s1600-h/P4050036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrcCJR8nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kExBzTob6-I/s320/P4050036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055267973591331442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As busy and on the move you are, I wouldn't trade a minute of the fun we've shared.  You just keep getting more grown up with each new day.  I love that you still love time with me and that you come to me to seek comfort when you are frustrated or sad.  I just love you to pieces.  You make me laugh, keep me on my toes, keep me busy for sure, but keep me grounded.  Your soft curly brown hair and your deep brown eyes make you so irresistibly precious.  I am blessed to be your mother.  I am honored that you  call me 'mama.'  I love you baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrcSJR8oI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f2B2wYWT1Io/s1600-h/P4050043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RifrcSJR8oI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f2B2wYWT1Io/s320/P4050043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055267977886298754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to all fun ahead!  &lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-838605390458668958?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/838605390458668958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=838605390458668958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/838605390458668958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/838605390458668958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/04/14-months.html' title='14 months!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RigkoyJR8qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6Sg-eZKnzqw/s72-c/P3280002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5686021728365199441</id><published>2007-04-16T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:54:32.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>I've been lacking in the blogging here lately, mainly because I am still in celebration.  We are officially a pull-up free household!  WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You see, I had finally had enough.  We've been potty trained (#1 that is) since before she turned 3.  For some reason, which I hear is pretty common, going #2 on the potty was a MAJOR milestone, one that took us several months to overcome.  Now, how shall I put this? Um, Alex is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; regular she is almost irregular-- so this mother was getting tired of changing her #2's and her younger brothers- seriously, that in itself could be a fulltime job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early last week, I decided it was time.  No more pull-ups.  Brandon hid them all away so when the urge hit Alex to need one, she came to tell me she had to go- a typical procedure.  I told her we were all out.  "Let me go check," she replied.  After searching the cupboard frantically, I reminded her if she had to go #2 she had to go on the potty.  I carried on doing something else and then I heard her yell the most wonderful thing.  "Daddy!  Mommy!!  I went poo-poo in the potty!"  What?!  Could it have been this easy?  I ran to check to see for myself, not believing my ears.  Low and behold she had.  I seriously have never been so excited to see a turd before.  Brandon and I got great laughs out of our joyous reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to keep the great trend going, I rid her of using pull-ups for bedtime too.  Normally in the past, she would wait to go #2 once the pull-up was on for bedtime.  We had 2 nights of accidents, but have been dry ever since.  Perhaps we've tackled two milestones- full-time potty training and night-time dryness!  Hooray!  Think of all the money we'll save only buying diapers for the little man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5686021728365199441?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5686021728365199441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5686021728365199441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5686021728365199441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5686021728365199441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-celebrate.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1581759652255744251</id><published>2007-04-07T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:30:55.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Backwards Easter egg hunt</title><content type='html'>I suppose I should have pieced together Alex was confused about hunting for eggs when she told me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; were going to hide the eggs and the Easter bunny was going to find them.   Needless to say, she's been "hunting" all week, practicing around the house with some spare eggs from her basket from last year etc.  This morning, we headed over to my parents neighborhood for the big Easter egg hunt...only I didn't know it was cut-throat hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was so cute, standing patiently waiting for the big bull-horn to blow to give us the go ahead.  She was holding my mom's hand and kept trying to inch her way over the ground marker to get started on her collecting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull-horn blows and mass chaos begins!  Kids running, charging all the eggs.  Alex, being sensitive in nature, got some scared by all the commotion and bust into tears in her 'almost turn blue' way.  Nana and G-pa tried to remedy the situation real quick, but Alex wasn't having any of it.  She threw her basket down on the floor and continued to cry.  G-pa came to  be with Cade so I could help.  A few hugs and some calming words from momma and she was better.  Only there were only 2 more eggs near us to get.  All the hundreds of eggs had already been snatched up during her no more than 2 minute episode...that is right, we collected only 3 eggs total (nana picked up one and I picked up two) out of hundreds and hundreds of eggs.  While other 3-year olds walked away with upwards of 50 eggs (and of course what 3-year old needs 50 eggs filled with candy?- come on!) my little one was content with the three she worked so hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe next year will be her big year... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1581759652255744251?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1581759652255744251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1581759652255744251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1581759652255744251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1581759652255744251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/04/backwards-easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Backwards Easter egg hunt'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3968210440533964153</id><published>2007-03-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T09:44:21.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>So "Cited"</title><content type='html'>This week the movie Happy Feet came out on DVD.  This is one of the first movies Alex got to see at the theater.  Going to the movies has become a fun father/daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outing&lt;/span&gt;, and something Alexandra really loves.  She doesn't actually love the sitting still and being quiet part, but she loves eating popcorn and drinking her own lemonade and being with her daddy.  Anyhow, I digress.  Brandon brought home the DVD movie for her this week upon its release.  Because Alex had taken a nap that day (by surprise), she got to stay up later and have some movie time with momma.  As we sat down to watch it, previews showing, she looked at me with her double-dimple grin, her legs crossed all grown up, "Momma, I am so "cited" to watch the mumble movie!"  Cute...I can just eat her up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3968210440533964153?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3968210440533964153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3968210440533964153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3968210440533964153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3968210440533964153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-cited.html' title='So &quot;Cited&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-8285296731628863514</id><published>2007-03-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:29:09.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Say it isn't so!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  My kids are transitioning simultaneously.  Alex is on the verge of not taking a nap.  Now, I should say that she still very much requires one, but she hasn't been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt; during nap time for the last week.  Her rest time has now become play time- you know, 'door closed bust out all the toys in my room' kind of play.  By the end of the day this busy little person can become quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt;- known for a tantrum or two, er, three.  I am in denial.  I have been relying on this "rest" period as my daily recharge.  I am under the impression a mother NEVER wants this stage to come.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; is transitioning too.  He is down to one nap a day and an early bedtime (consisting of at least 12 hours of sleep at night).  He is super busy all day, walking around the house exploring all the cupboards, drawers, closets, you name it, he is in it.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.  So even though I'm 30, I still want my nap!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-8285296731628863514?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8285296731628863514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8285296731628863514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8285296731628863514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8285296731628863514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/03/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Say it isn&apos;t so!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4387634213518913369</id><published>2007-03-15T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:09:58.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>Today on our way home from running some errands, my little Alexandra chimed in from the backseat:&lt;br /&gt;"Momma, you make me soooooooooooo tired." (insert dramatic sigh and all)&lt;br /&gt;    "Baby-doll, YOU make your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt; sooooooooooooo tired," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I am so busy aren't I?  I am just a super busy girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.  They are always listening!  If I only had the energy like her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4387634213518913369?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4387634213518913369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4387634213518913369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4387634213518913369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4387634213518913369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/03/drama-queen.html' title='Drama Queen'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3191347464489815416</id><published>2007-03-14T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:10:58.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>13 Months</title><content type='html'>Dearest Little Cade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still my sweet little baby boy.  Of course, you are attempting to grow up, but I still see the "little" even amongst all the emerging toddler features.  This last month really has flown by, I am not even sure where it escaped to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are WALKING!  We cannot believe it ourselves- but you are!  All those steps you were taking by your birthday have been mastered to full force walking!  And boy can you move quick!  It is crazy to see your little self acting so old- after all, you only weigh 19.4 pounds and are only 28.25 inches tall...your 2 month younger cousin has already passed you up!  You are just a little peanut--now fully mobile!  I suppose I have a future looking forward to you wanting to push your stroller instead of ride in it.  For now though, you still love sitting and riding in style, for that, I am grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a little eating machine- for a little man you can really pack it away.  You pretty much eat what we do now, really enjoying your meats- now, if I could just get you to drink cow milk we'd be in business!  Fruits, cheese, yogurt, applesauce, rice, oatmeal (a staple in our home if you know Alexandra at all) you seem to like most anything I offer-- again, thank you!  You make mealtime a little easier.  You did just master the art of popping pieces of food out of your mouth however, not something your momma likes.  I know you do it so you can see my reaction, not because you don't want something I am feeding you.  Your little giggle afterwards gives it away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a master baby yodeler- your little tongue can perform some of the most interesting sounds- I need to record you in action, perhaps you will be famous someday for your performance.  Ma-ma and Da-da along with Nah are also your words of choice these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still as busy as ever- not really wanting to sit still and focus on one activity at a time- it must be in your blood as your sister is the very same.  Even though each day is busier than the one before, I still treasure your ability to learn and  laugh.  You LOVE your sister and could crack a smile at her at any minute.  You are also in LOVE with daddy more and more,  going right to him when you see him enter the room.  But, you still hold your momma nearest to you, that makes me melt!  I love you so much Cade.  Love, Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3191347464489815416?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3191347464489815416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3191347464489815416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3191347464489815416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3191347464489815416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/03/13-months.html' title='13 Months'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-2259735346943979935</id><published>2007-03-09T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:13:25.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Catch Phrase</title><content type='html'>Ok, seriously.  Today was just one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; days.  You know, the kind where you just feel overwhelmed/stressed/tired in all areas?  Yeah, one of those.  I often joke with my sister in law about the classic Southwest commercial where the catch phrase is "Wanna get away?"  Today, I can totally relate! &lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-2259735346943979935?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/2259735346943979935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=2259735346943979935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2259735346943979935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2259735346943979935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/03/catch-phrase.html' title='Catch Phrase'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3275445013593346852</id><published>2007-03-07T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:19.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Heat Wave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AIZHM0fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VNrsKamx3XI/s1600-h/P3060014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AIZHM0fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VNrsKamx3XI/s320/P3060014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039387389719269874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we had this amazing sunny and warm day- we hit a high of 70 degrees!!  This was a record day this early in March and since we've had a bit of cabin fever we all knew a day at the park was perfect.  They just put in this cool new park near our home- complete with 5 slides, swings, climbing walls, merry go-rounds, fireman poles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a whole separate toddler playground!  Now, all we need is a few more sunny days! :)&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; showing off his hat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AI5HM0gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yg6ge5tpmsI/s1600-h/P3060016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AI5HM0gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yg6ge5tpmsI/s320/P3060016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039387398309204482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt; by the other kids and not looking at me taking her picture- but still way cute!  If you look reallly closely you can see all the static in her hair from her numerous slide rides-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AJJHM0hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FLDOXx0FnRw/s1600-h/P3060019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AJJHM0hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FLDOXx0FnRw/s320/P3060019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039387402604171794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; testing his climbing skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AJpHM0iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dGgvMvJsU-4/s1600-h/P3060008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AJpHM0iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dGgvMvJsU-4/s320/P3060008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039387411194106402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex in her wheels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AKJHM0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TsURaw4KlIE/s1600-h/P3060011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AKJHM0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TsURaw4KlIE/s320/P3060011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039387419784041010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; nervously enjoying his swing ride-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-3275445013593346852?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3275445013593346852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3275445013593346852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3275445013593346852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3275445013593346852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/03/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Re-AIZHM0fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VNrsKamx3XI/s72-c/P3060014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-2162600790756245412</id><published>2007-03-03T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:19.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>I made a trip to the mall today to grab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; another set of sleepers from Carter's- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, really, who can pass up an adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt; footed sleeper for only $3.99?- sorry, major digression.  Anyhow, I saw the most random thing...&lt;br /&gt;An older lady pushing this stroller thingy.  When I looked down, expecting to see her purse or something inside the basket, I saw a DOG!  What? Huh?  Is this some new trend?  You've gotta draw the line somewhere.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I love animals, but getting a stroller so you can walk your dog?  Huh?  Aren't dogs supposed to walk?  If you think your dog must have one of these, maybe you should be keeping them at home anyways.  I guess this is just another one of life's modern day conveniences! What a joke!  Lastly, if any of my friends or family has such a device, PLEASE don't let me know about it. :)  Here is what it looked like.  I found a googled image that resembled what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Renq5KkiO8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8VPAIPLjbdg/s1600-h/walk_n_roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Renq5KkiO8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8VPAIPLjbdg/s320/walk_n_roll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037815926001646530" 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/16446825-2162600790756245412?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/2162600790756245412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=2162600790756245412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2162600790756245412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2162600790756245412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/03/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Renq5KkiO8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8VPAIPLjbdg/s72-c/walk_n_roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-8199388910409347803</id><published>2007-02-27T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:20.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Big Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/ReRgrb5BmPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eNqD3OsfPoA/s1600-h/P1170002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/ReRgrb5BmPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eNqD3OsfPoA/s320/P1170002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036256582644635890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everyday Alex starts using some new word that she has heard from somewhere.  She was born talking, so we aren't really surprised.  This girl has been talking in full sentences since she was about 15 months old.  This week her new words of choice are "otherwise" and "actually."  It is funny to hear this little person say such big words and use them in the right context!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-8199388910409347803?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8199388910409347803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8199388910409347803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8199388910409347803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8199388910409347803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/02/big-words.html' title='Big Words'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/ReRgrb5BmPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eNqD3OsfPoA/s72-c/P1170002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1334527468203999561</id><published>2007-02-17T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:20.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>12 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RdjgPL5BmOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LazTAu52vj0/s1600-h/P2100031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RdjgPL5BmOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LazTAu52vj0/s320/P2100031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033019135081158882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little Cade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your mother in tears- can you already be a year old?  I simply cannot believe it.  I remember the evening one year ago, that I knew we would be officially meeting each other real, and I do mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; soon.  I was enjoying a calm relaxing evening, watching Survivor of all things, eating some popcorn when I could tell you wanted to make your debut.  My first contraction started at around 8:45 pm.  By 11 pm, I could tell you were serious- this was no false alarm.  But, unlike the LONG labor I had experienced with your sister, I was adamant about not spending 12 plus hours in labor at the hospital.  I paced the halls on our home and even attempted to go to sleep.  Around 1:00am, I nudged your daddy and let him know that this was the real deal.  Before too long, we were off to the hospital and barely an hour after that, there you were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should have taken your quick and early arrival into this world, as a precursor for things to come.  Even still, you like to be spontaneous, and in charge.  You keep me on my toes for sure.  You like to be busy--so much to see so much do to.  I need way more baby gates to keep you in one area these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been such a blessing.  Watching you grow, from this tiny peanut to the peanut now wearing shoes!   We are on the same wave length, you and I, I can almost see your wheels turning and predict where you plan to head next.  I enjoy more and more that I am the apple of your eye--you just light up when you see me.  I adore that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first year was filled with so many firsts- first teeth (still 8 in fact), first table food, first time to crawl, first time to take some steps with your new shoes, first words, first laughs, first Christmas, first zoo trips, beach jaunts and outtings, first ear infection, first kiss...so many to mention them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month you turned more little boy on me.   It is almost like one day you just started understanding me.  It was too cute when you discovered those little hands could clap- now you do it on command!  You've also taken a major dislike to the word "no."  You immediately display your bottom lip flip (cute but not cute!) when you hear it.   Believe me when I say it, we only tell you no when you are getting into something that could hurt you, not to be mean or rain on your parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even among all your changes and growth spurts, you are still momma's little love bug.  I love you little one.  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Taking the kids to get their pictures taken professionally--all by myself--is no easy feat.  Thankfully, they are so darn cute how could they not take good pictures?  Anyhow, after a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; session of "photo day" (waiting and waiting and more waiting- are these people ever on time?) the time came for the cash register ring up.  I handed my money to the cashier/photo lady and she gave me my bag and receipt.  "Thanks so much Mandy!  Have a great day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  First things first.  I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;being called Mandy.  That is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so not cool&lt;/span&gt;.  It was like the icing on the cake of a bad experience all around.  Bad photographer.  Way behind schedule.  Way too much waiting.   Cranky, tired kids because of way too much waiting.  Then...she called me Mandy! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finally have pictures uploaded from my little man's first birthday...look for that blog in the next few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-8912732148880312637?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/8912732148880312637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=8912732148880312637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8912732148880312637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/8912732148880312637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-cool.html' title='Not cool'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5851500251264757091</id><published>2007-02-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:52:10.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Approaching...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am in total denial that my baby boy is turning 1 in two more days!!  I think I need counseling!  Seriously...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5851500251264757091?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5851500251264757091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5851500251264757091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5851500251264757091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5851500251264757091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/02/approaching.html' title='Approaching...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1640625000263679100</id><published>2007-02-02T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:16:12.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>"Sickies"</title><content type='html'>We are just one house of sickies.  First Alex, then she shared the love with her brother...now the mother has it too!  What a week!  Why is it when your kids are sick and need sleep more than ever they resist and fight it?  I think &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; slept a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTAL&lt;/span&gt; of 5 hours last night- all &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt; of course, with the longest stretch being 1.5 hours.  Oh 10 hours of straight sleep, where did you disappear to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one big tired cranky family- coughing and blowing our noses like crazy...sleep well for me tonight out there...I am several days behind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1640625000263679100?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1640625000263679100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1640625000263679100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1640625000263679100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1640625000263679100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/02/sickies.html' title='&quot;Sickies&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-461650291708270799</id><published>2007-01-31T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:16:46.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>What a morning.  As we were doing our usual morning playtime thing, Alex headed upstairs to get something.  On her way, she tripped, landing on her chin on our hardwood floors.  After a moment of major panic on my part, I quickly pulled myself together.  I'll keep it simple- there was blood, there were lots of tears (both kiddos crying in fact) and there would be a need for some stitches.  Off to urgent care we went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there are those times when mothers face more pain watching their children endure something horrible then the actual pain of the injury itself.  This was one of those times.  I really feel like I got stitches too- sitting there, trying to calmly tell my precious baby it will be ok, while 3 grown women try to keep her pinned down on the table so the doctor can do his thing.  Listening to her little sweet voice cry out for me to "hold you momma" and cry while all I can do is speak softly and calmly to her telling her it will all be over soon.  She is hysterical, I am hysterical watching her be put through this...we were both a mess.  At one  point one nurse asked me if I needed to leave- Ah, yeah right.  Walk outside while my baby calls for me?  I don't think so!-  A shot of numbing medicine, 4 stitches and too many minutes later...we are doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just one of those days where she will get anything she wants.  No nap?  Ok!  You got it!  Ice cream for dinner- ok!  It is also one of those days where all I want to do is snuggle up with both kids and watch movies all day.  Maybe I will! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-461650291708270799?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/461650291708270799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=461650291708270799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/461650291708270799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/461650291708270799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-9199746015836996707</id><published>2007-01-27T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:03:50.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>The kleenex</title><content type='html'>Alex: "Mom, I need a kleenex.  My nose is falling off."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Falling off?  Did you catch it?  Is it ok?"&lt;br /&gt;Alex:  "Yeah, it's ok.  I got it.  Can you give me a kleenex now?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Sure thing, honey.  Here you go."&lt;br /&gt;Alex:  "Thanks momma.  All better now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-9199746015836996707?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/9199746015836996707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=9199746015836996707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/9199746015836996707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/9199746015836996707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/kleenex.html' title='The kleenex'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1354467804293256554</id><published>2007-01-24T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:58:39.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><title type='text'>Tents</title><content type='html'>My little girl has quite an imagination.  I mean really, she can pretend with the best of them.-- first, let me start by saying that last week, while making a quick trip to the mall to pick up a friends birthday present, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sized camping tent with all the works (sleeping bag, backpack, mini tent &amp; sleeping bag large enough for a doll, water bottle) caught Alex's eye.  "Can we get this tent mommy?"  Thinking of all the fun to be had, I looked at the price...only $15 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurried home to set up the aforementioned "tent."  Now, I should have known better to really READ the "child" size dimensions of the tent itself.  (Sidenote: Our home suits its purpose beautifully.  We have 3 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, but only about 1500 square feet.  Lots of extra space is not something we have a lot of.)  By the time I had that puppy set up for Alex to play in, I couldn't see the floor in her room!  I think we could all sleep in there together-- enough room for Alex &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; several friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few hours, Alex and her "Baa" played the evening away.  Tea parties, stories read to all her animals, singing sessions...oh, to be three again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1354467804293256554?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1354467804293256554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1354467804293256554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1354467804293256554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1354467804293256554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/tents.html' title='Tents'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-403282966641418334</id><published>2007-01-16T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:20.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow day fun!</title><content type='html'>We've had some great snow days in the last week.  Last night, we got another 3-4 inches.  Again, schools closed making for some serious fun outside.  We had some fun of our own.  Alex can't get enough of the snow.  Here is a quick picture I snapped with my phone (a little blurry but you get the idea) of her "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;snow queen&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Ra1haw7e7dI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uHjs42fJYZY/s1600-h/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Ra1haw7e7dI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uHjs42fJYZY/s320/Photo0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020776272026856914" 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/16446825-403282966641418334?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/403282966641418334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=403282966641418334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/403282966641418334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/403282966641418334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-day-fun.html' title='Snow day fun!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Ra1haw7e7dI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uHjs42fJYZY/s72-c/Photo0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-5907968570965921515</id><published>2007-01-14T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:22.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>11 Months Young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearest Cade~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really in denial about the fact that you are on your way to reaching official "toddler" status.  I honestly cannot believe you have just turned 11 months old.  Wow.  I embrace each day, taking in all the new things are you learning and experiencing.  Next month we will be celebrating your birthday.  I simply cannot believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RapiNw7e7cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_Ai2cL2CCpQ/s1600-h/PICT2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RapiNw7e7cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_Ai2cL2CCpQ/s320/PICT2434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019932723270053314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past month you really started to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; over the place.  You've been army crawling for awhile, but now you crawl on all fours.  I turned my head for a second- gone!  You are already into something you shouldn't be...here lately it has been all the electronics, the dvd player, the remote control...you are a dude so I can understand the fascination!  You are super quick on those little hands and knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also pulling up on anything.  First I found you in your crib standing up one day after your nap...You had quite a smile on your face and were quite proud of your new skill. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Raph5g7e7aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kTNKI7OtibE/s1600-h/PC210004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Raph5g7e7aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kTNKI7OtibE/s320/PC210004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019932375377702306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, you pull up on everything- the table, the chair, the changing table, your sister, my leg, toys, the sliding glass door...you name it!  My favorite was when you slipped under the table and grabbed the chair.  Too cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RapiNg7e7bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zvBNMQh-9pw/s1600-h/PC220019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RapiNg7e7bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zvBNMQh-9pw/s320/PC220019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019932718975086002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the pulling up, you think it is pretty cool to stand.  Pull up, let go and stand for LONG periods of time.  You have mastered the art of standing.  In fact, I timed one long standing session- a total of 28 seconds!  You dig those little toes into the ground and sort of rock back and forth on your feet, from toe to heel.  You'll be taking steps in no time, but I think it is pretty cute to see you develop this new skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaphHw7e7XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Pj-qeQSv8BI/s1600-h/PC030010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaphHw7e7XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Pj-qeQSv8BI/s320/PC030010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019931520679210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated your first Christmas...you got lots of fun new toys, but you would have been just as pleased with a bunch of wrapping paper and bows.  Throw in a box and it would have made your day!  Next year you will be more interested in all the great cars and trucks for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy and I still wonder where this little temper moan comes from.  You have a some what short fuse that you test on us.  Once you get our attention, you let it slide and you are back to your smiles.  I guess that is just to remind us you have an opinion too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaphIA7e7YI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ABNAgOPtHHk/s1600-h/PC190012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaphIA7e7YI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ABNAgOPtHHk/s320/PC190012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019931524974177666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for habits and eating, you starting not wanting to sit in your high-chair to eat- ah, what is that all about?  You insist I hold you, I guess so we can both "wear" what you are eating.  Share and share alike right?  Though it complicates mealtime, I love that you want me to hold you.  You are a momma's boy through and through.  You tasted a few new things this month- turkey, beef, fresh blueberries (thank you Costco!), cucumber and yogurt- lots and lots of whole milk yogurt!  We are still working on that sippy cup stuff, but you'll get the hang of it in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Raph5Q7e7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/o_hN-GoR2Ew/s1600-h/PC200014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/Raph5Q7e7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/o_hN-GoR2Ew/s320/PC200014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019932371082734994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said a couple new sounds this month, naaaahhnnnaa, and bahhhhbaaah.  That makes it official- you've now said, Mama, Dada, Nahna and baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your hand anytime love bug.  Keep those snuggles coming too.  I love you so much and I look forward to all the learning ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-5907968570965921515?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/5907968570965921515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=5907968570965921515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5907968570965921515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/5907968570965921515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/11-months-young.html' title='11 Months Young!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RapiNw7e7cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_Ai2cL2CCpQ/s72-c/PICT2434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1724804877985102508</id><published>2007-01-10T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:23.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>Brrrrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a dusting of snow overnight last night...The temperature is supposed to be 33 degrees, but it feels much colder than that with the windchill...As you can see, the kids had fun bundling up and going outside to play for a little while. Alex lasted much longer than Cade...She would still be out there if she was in charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStA7e7SI/AAAAAAAAADA/dZw24QOYYfU/s1600-h/P1100006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStA7e7SI/AAAAAAAAADA/dZw24QOYYfU/s320/P1100006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018508293071367458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStQ7e7TI/AAAAAAAAADI/pv_wBTDLpE0/s1600-h/P1100011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStQ7e7TI/AAAAAAAAADI/pv_wBTDLpE0/s320/P1100011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018508297366334770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStg7e7UI/AAAAAAAAADQ/utRE3dKEUFU/s1600-h/P1100013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStg7e7UI/AAAAAAAAADQ/utRE3dKEUFU/s320/P1100013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018508301661302082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade sun-bathing the Washington way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStw7e7VI/AAAAAAAAADY/ETGH1hcWPdA/s1600-h/P1100015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStw7e7VI/AAAAAAAAADY/ETGH1hcWPdA/s320/P1100015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018508305956269394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVSuA7e7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/_vtJBXieEAI/s1600-h/P1100021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVSuA7e7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/_vtJBXieEAI/s320/P1100021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018508310251236706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/16446825-1724804877985102508?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1724804877985102508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1724804877985102508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1724804877985102508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1724804877985102508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/brrrrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrrrrr!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaVStA7e7SI/AAAAAAAAADA/dZw24QOYYfU/s72-c/P1100006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-3382081570513524898</id><published>2007-01-07T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:44.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>One Busy Boy</title><content type='html'>Cade is one super BUSY and QUICK little guy!  I got smart this week and put him in his pack-n-play in the living room...just look at the faces he made at me in protest of this confinement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                     "Hey, Mom...wait!  Don't put me here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaHCaao5GXI/AAAAAAAAABg/FLoZi7XVB5U/s1600-h/PICT2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaHCaao5GXI/AAAAAAAAABg/FLoZi7XVB5U/s320/PICT2442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017505218950666610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                           "Pleeeeeeezzzzzzzzz Mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaHCa6o5GYI/AAAAAAAAABo/W0aZkClvOOY/s1600-h/PICT2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaHCa6o5GYI/AAAAAAAAABo/W0aZkClvOOY/s320/PICT2443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017505227540601218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                       "Oh, Mom, I am ready to get outta here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaHCbKo5GZI/AAAAAAAAABw/0Homk9CwAzg/s1600-h/PICT2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaHCbKo5GZI/AAAAAAAAABw/0Homk9CwAzg/s320/PICT2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017505231835568530" 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/16446825-3382081570513524898?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/3382081570513524898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=3382081570513524898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3382081570513524898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/3382081570513524898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-busy-boy.html' title='One Busy Boy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RaHCaao5GXI/AAAAAAAAABg/FLoZi7XVB5U/s72-c/PICT2442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-2183430405350481172</id><published>2007-01-01T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:17:53.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Thanks</title><content type='html'>Wow.  We had another amazing Christmas.  As the kids get older, it gets even more fun to experience the wonder through their eyes.  Alex was taken with all the tree lights, the singing, the baking, the gingerbread house making (I do have the gift of rhyme).  She wasn't even tempted once to open a present before the big day..."Tomorryo Santa is coming and it will be Christmas Mommy.  Then, we can open presents."  Away in a manager has become her favorite Christmas song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade (now crawling everywhere) loved the tree and the big bows that lay on the gifts below.  Next year will really be his "big" year.  He did look pretty adorable in his "baby's first Christmas" pj set however.  We are blessed, overwelmed with joy and love.  There is so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thankfulness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For having food and shelter and love of family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thankfulness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For health and strength to do all that we are called to do each and everyday.  That we are able to get out of bed to go to work or care for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thankfulness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my husband and his godly character.  That he is a strong, loving and supportive father and partner.  For being a leader and provider of our family.  For having a sense of humor in all things.  For being so gifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thankfulness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my beautiful children.  For the love and innocence they share.  For their quirks and precious unique qualities.  For loving me even when I fail and lose my cool.  For being so quick to forgive.  For being full of joy and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thankfulness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For parents, siblings &amp; in-laws that know the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For Christ-- for His love and grace.  Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-2183430405350481172?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/2183430405350481172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=2183430405350481172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2183430405350481172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/2183430405350481172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-thanks.html' title='Christmas Thanks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1580645544078451716</id><published>2006-12-24T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:18:33.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Reasonings of a 3-year old</title><content type='html'>Sometimes here lately I find myself doing a lot of reasoning with my now 3 year old little girl.  In a recent "discussion" with her, she insisted that I had it wrong.  She is really into those look and find books- you know, where you find a particular object in a page spread of stuff.  She was counting all the mice in the picture.  "No, mommy.  2 mouses, not 2 mice!"  I guess we'll start the English lessons later in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl also has ears that hear all.  While we were driving somewhere a few days ago, Brandon and I were discussing something together.  She interupted to chime in.  Brandon  called her nosy.  She replied, "No, I'm feet-y."  This kid continues to keep us in stitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-1580645544078451716?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1580645544078451716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1580645544078451716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1580645544078451716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1580645544078451716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2006/12/reasonings-of-3-year-old.html' title='Reasonings of a 3-year old'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-1683128794578858885</id><published>2006-12-19T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:45.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cuties</title><content type='html'>Getting good shots of the kids for a Christmas card was a lot of work this year. Smile, look over here, sit still, rattle shake high, rattle shake low...whew...Thankfully, we got some pretty great shots...can't you just see how much Alex loves Cade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgDzDso8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/eF43L1p2D4o/s1600-h/PC060003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgDzDso8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/eF43L1p2D4o/s320/PC060003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010360203811267522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgFzDso9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Oe7sZq166jM/s1600-h/PC060006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgFzDso9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Oe7sZq166jM/s320/PC060006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010360238171005906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgGzDso-I/AAAAAAAAABA/1N4VDwtUalk/s1600-h/PC060007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgGzDso-I/AAAAAAAAABA/1N4VDwtUalk/s320/PC060007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010360255350875106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgHzDso_I/AAAAAAAAABI/lVMJvJT22X0/s1600-h/PC060015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgHzDso_I/AAAAAAAAABI/lVMJvJT22X0/s320/PC060015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010360272530744306" 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/16446825-1683128794578858885?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/1683128794578858885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=1683128794578858885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1683128794578858885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/1683128794578858885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-cuties.html' title='Christmas Cuties'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RYhgDzDso8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/eF43L1p2D4o/s72-c/PC060003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-4720811277028218136</id><published>2006-12-12T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:45.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RX-ITX1n2TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcRbQ-Jzr7A/s1600-h/PB140010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RX-ITX1n2TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcRbQ-Jzr7A/s320/PB140010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007871177057098034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dear little Cade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;How and when did you turn 10 months old???  I know I have been with you these last 10 months of outside womb l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ife, but the days just seem to keep slipping away so fast.  You keep growing and changing so much it is hard for this mother to keep up!  I cherish each day with you, each pre-bedtime rock, each tubby, each new adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;This month you got yet another tooth.  It is hard to believe your little mouth already has so many teeth but you just keep getting them.  You have an even set for the moment- 4 on top and 4 on bottom.  You  still prefer to put those to use on fruits, cheese and cheerios.  The look you gave me when I dare tried to get you to eat mixed baby mush veggies was priceless.  Guess you don't like those at all!  I really can't blame you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You also started to explore the room this month...you are a master of the army crawl.You've figure out how to sit up from laying down and how to go for it when you see something you want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RX-Iln1n2UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_7sLRTIMMms/s1600-h/PC030001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RX-Iln1n2UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_7sLRTIMMms/s200/PC030001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007871490589710658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You squeal with delight when Alex cheers you on.  You look pretty cute inch worming around the house.  Sorry I couldn't let you chew on those Christmas tree ornaments you REALLY wanted.  I gotta stick to some rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You still sleep like a champion.  You even let mommy and daddy slip away for several date nights this past month...well, ok, you didn't know we were out since you were fast asleep, but thanks for being so cooperative and consistent.  It makes sneaking out possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You  are still are super sensitive to loud noises just like your big sister.  Just like I tell Alex, don't worry the vaccuum will never get you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You just started doing this cute little head shake- no no thing.  It is down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RX-JaH1n2VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i2c2Qk6MNz8/s1600-h/PC060035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RX-JaH1n2VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i2c2Qk6MNz8/s200/PC060035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007872392532842834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; right adorable!  Even the nursery ladies think so and made mention of the cute little way you flirted it to them.  You've also figured out how to put your left fingers in a fan fashion and bumble your lips up and down.  We play that game a lot, sometimes even in the wee hours of the morning.  You must dream about it in your sleep too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You still give strangers the "serious look" which makes me hold tight to you all the more.  You don't need to flash those sweet grins at just anyone...save them for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Cade, you are really growing up so fast.  You'll be walking before I can say it and talking in no time.  But remember, even with all the new things to learn and all the growing to do, you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; love bug.  I love you. - Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-4720811277028218136?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/4720811277028218136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=4720811277028218136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4720811277028218136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/4720811277028218136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1l4IrO1g0E/RX-ITX1n2TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcRbQ-Jzr7A/s72-c/PB140010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-113331436483234502</id><published>2006-12-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:19:42.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexisms'/><title type='text'>Giggles</title><content type='html'>Our weather has been weird lately.  Today, while on our way to get the car washed, Alex told me, while sitting in the backseat in her new car seat, that it looked really "froggy" out today...Cute!  She has heard me say "foggy" in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-113331436483234502?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113331436483234502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=113331436483234502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/113331436483234502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/113331436483234502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2006/12/giggles.html' title='Giggles'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-116520658698952337</id><published>2006-12-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:20:02.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Blogging is great.  It allows me to keep up with people I can't see day to day, and makes me feel like I get to see them.  I was recently "tagged" by my friend &lt;a href="http://veen.com/amy/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;...so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; 3 things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;   * The dark-- I am a nightlight kind of gal!&lt;br /&gt;   * surgeries of any kind- have I mentioned that I HAVE to have this sinus surgery thing so I can breathe through my sniffer?&lt;br /&gt;   * strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People who make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;   * Brandon&lt;br /&gt;   * Alexandra- you should see some of the great outfits she puts together when playing dress-up&lt;br /&gt;   * Cade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I love:&lt;br /&gt;   * My immediate and extended family&lt;br /&gt;   * Friends&lt;br /&gt;   * Cooking/Baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;   * parking spot thieves--really, if I see it first it is MINE!&lt;br /&gt;   * getting ripped off-- I am a true bargain shopper!&lt;br /&gt;   * waking up before the sun rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I don’t understand:&lt;br /&gt;   * why kids resist sleep at ALL costs-- nap now while you can!&lt;br /&gt;   * how my husband can know 50 gazillion sport facts but can't remember where the tupperware goes&lt;br /&gt;   * why food that tastes good is bad for you and why healthy food costs more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things on my desk:&lt;br /&gt;   * Kleenex box- a staple item for every allergy sufferer&lt;br /&gt;   * 2 computers-  my mac and Brandon's PC&lt;br /&gt;   * a stack of holiday catalogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I’m doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;   * Blogging&lt;br /&gt;   * treasuring the silence in the house (kids are in bed and B is at youth group)&lt;br /&gt;   * thinking about what sounds good for dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;   * Live in the city- downtown&lt;br /&gt;   * travel&lt;br /&gt;   * write a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;   * bend my fingers in this weird double-jointed fashion (you know, where they bend at the first knuckle below your nail bed)&lt;br /&gt;   * Cook&lt;br /&gt;   * confront-I can't stand injustice or to see people get taken advantage of.  An yes, this can be bad too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I can’t do:&lt;br /&gt;   * Run for any length of time-- I would rather go without food for days than have to run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;   * sit still for a long period of time&lt;br /&gt;   * smell :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I think you should listen to:&lt;br /&gt;   * Frank Sinatra is always good&lt;br /&gt;   * Bebo Norman's latest CD&lt;br /&gt;   * Wait!- Do I actually get to listen to grown-up music too? Is there life outside of veggietales and kids tunes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things you should never listen to:&lt;br /&gt;   * Not sure- this list could be really long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I’d like to learn:&lt;br /&gt;   * to quilt- afterall, I am the offspring of a quilter!&lt;br /&gt;   * to paint&lt;br /&gt;   * to speak a forgeign language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;   * Gyros&lt;br /&gt;   * cinnamon rolls- preferrably homemade-yum!&lt;br /&gt;   * BBQ chicken chopped salad from CPK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Beverages I drink regularly:&lt;br /&gt;   * Water&lt;br /&gt;   * Coffee-- Ah, Starbucks to be exact.  Afterall, I live in Seattle!&lt;br /&gt;   * ice tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Shows I watched as a kid:&lt;br /&gt;   * Different Strokes&lt;br /&gt;   * Little House on the Prairie&lt;br /&gt;   * Silver Spoons-- btw, anyone seen anything with Ricky Schroder since NYPD Blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People I’m tagging:&lt;br /&gt;   * &lt;a href="http://momtolily.blogspot.com"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * &lt;a href="http://stacyp.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * &lt;a href="http://bucktheyoungest.blogspot.com"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16446825-116520658698952337?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/116520658698952337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=116520658698952337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/116520658698952337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/116520658698952337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446825.post-116491939524476606</id><published>2006-11-30T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:20:40.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex fun'/><title type='text'>3-Year Old Princess!</title><content type='html'>Dear Alexandra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a loss for words.  I feel the last three years have been in fast-forward.  I blinked my eyes and now you are officially a three-year-old!  Wow.  How precious you are, how busy yet sensitive and how beautiful you are.  You captured my heart the minute I knew and heard your little heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/1600/543796/PB180003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/200/447885/PB180003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year has been filled with so many new adventures and exciting things.  You experienced "the happiest place on earth" AKA Disneyland and will not ever forget it.  We went the the zoo too many times to count, the beach during our wonderful sunny hot summer, the children's museum, the library, several trips to the fair, the movies armed with a tub of popcorn and lemonade (your favorite!), shopping trips, slumber party at Nana &amp; G-pa's, "back-ard" runs in search for frogs with "Abby-Carly," pumpkin patch visits--- Girl you really have done it all!  Your Daddy and I love to sit back and listen to all the things you have to say and do.  You are really one BUSY little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/1600/460676/PB180016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/200/53862/PB180016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/1600/839503/PB140001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/200/79931/PB140001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your imagination is so cute and so defined.  You love to play in your big girl room with Baa (picture below) your favorite bedtime and playtime snuggler.  What would we ever do without Baa?  He is good to you, always along for whatever ride you have in store.  I appreciate his flexibility and his listening ear- I never hear him argue with what play activity you have planned next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/1600/279792/PB140004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/200/999023/PB140004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE "BAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/1600/717336/PB140008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4249/1561/200/394719/PB140008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE "BABY"- your favorite yellow baby...your silky lovie you clutch at night-- don't EVER try to substitute with the pink baby-- always yellow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, you really keep me on my toes!  Your memory is remarkable-- nothing, and I repeat NOTHING escapes your memory.  You have a strong memory for colors and shapes which constantly intrigues me.  I know most parents think their own children are smart, but seriously, you are soooooo smart!  You point out united states flags to me when we drive anywhere, know several states in our USA puzzle, can count in spanish, know all your ABC's by sight, and can sing any tune out there-- this too is no joke.  You are the songbird at our house.  One day, you and G-pa can start that traveling band, your pitch and tone is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little Alex-isms you say constantly keep Daddy and I in stitches.  The clever way you say things to us so we will really say them to you-- so cute.  "Did you sleep all good?", "How about somethings else?"- the subtle way you ask for something more to eat.  Alex, you are such a doll.  Of course there are times when your daddy and I wonder "is this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; child?"  Sometimes, when lack of sleep gets the best of you, you become a bit demanding.  We remedy that quickly by trying ALWAYS to "protect the nap"-- it really is best for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You surprised me by just all of a sudden using the potty-- reminding me again that  you are the one in charge.  I cherish you and adore you to pieces.  The silly way we cannot start a day without oatmeal- you are truly a girl that loves routines.  The way we sing songs together at bedtime, the precious way you ask me to "momma hold you"-- I wouldn't change it.  You are my angel girl.  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What a guy. He still thinks it is hilarious that even though I can't smell (a much longer story) that I love receiving flowers...they &lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt; amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4249/1561/1600/PB190019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4249/1561/320/PB190019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4249/1561/1600/PB190020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4249/1561/320/PB190020.jpg" 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/16446825-116405972327935913?l=amandagaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/feeds/116405972327935913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16446825&amp;postID=116405972327935913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/116405972327935913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16446825/posts/default/116405972327935913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagaile.blogspot.com/2006/11/older-and-wiser.html' title='Older and WISER!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799255065742439059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/thehuffstuff/pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
