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Tim, Sarah, Miller & DavisSarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-49453012249986215432010-07-20T17:21:00.000-05:002010-07-20T17:24:30.691-05:0020% off at Prints Charming<a href="http://www.printscharming13.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Prints Charming Blog Link</span></a><br /><br />Want to know how to get 20% off your entire purchase at Prints Charming?<br />OK people, here's how to do it! There are two ways!<br />1) If you are already a follower of Prints Charming's blog leave a comment.<br />2)If you're not a follower, become one!<br /><br />I will message you back a coupon good for 20% off your entire purchase! It's that simple.<br />The coupon is good through the end of the year!! Just don't forget to bring it with you! One per customer.Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-761738178782420002010-07-20T16:37:00.000-05:002010-07-20T16:50:17.010-05:00Jack's 3rd Birthday!I hate to say that I missed Jacks (my nephew) 3rd Birthday! Mom & I were at Market. Check out Printscharming13.blogspot.com to see some of the new stuff we're getting in. Anyway, back to the birthday. Kathleen created a mini-town for the kids to "ride" around. How much fun is that? Complete with Drive in Sonic, John Deere Store and even the LPCC! Kathleen is the queen of birthdays around here. Hard to compete with so I don't even try!! Happy 3rd Birthday Jack-a-roo!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYZN8IX49I/AAAAAAAACV4/HbzZBDCY0yI/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYZN8IX49I/AAAAAAAACV4/HbzZBDCY0yI/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496108122522510290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYph0CexI/AAAAAAAACVw/tli8KYYMZZQ/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYph0CexI/AAAAAAAACVw/tli8KYYMZZQ/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107496982608658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYpYmc2-I/AAAAAAAACVo/mRyCUtuOIz4/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYpYmc2-I/AAAAAAAACVo/mRyCUtuOIz4/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107494509698018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYpAaIsdI/AAAAAAAACVg/AFEbpx8Scok/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYpAaIsdI/AAAAAAAACVg/AFEbpx8Scok/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107488015593938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYoqHu4xI/AAAAAAAACVY/l7CJgsBfri8/s1600/IMG_0258.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYoqHu4xI/AAAAAAAACVY/l7CJgsBfri8/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107482032825106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYoJX9rYI/AAAAAAAACVQ/AVUU6soCI8k/s1600/IMG_0247.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TEYYoJX9rYI/AAAAAAAACVQ/AVUU6soCI8k/s320/IMG_0247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107473242533250" border="0" /></a><br />Miller man and Jack crusing the "town"!Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-37593130349954749992010-06-01T12:15:00.001-05:002010-06-01T12:15:20.267-05:00A day on the lake!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TAVAKBrpYtI/AAAAAAAACT4/HNa3muP7zxw/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaSBhbSBhd2Vzb21lIGNvcHkuanBn%3F%3D-720268"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/TAVAKBrpYtI/AAAAAAAACT4/HNa3muP7zxw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaSBhbSBhd2Vzb21lIGNvcHkuanBn%3F%3D-720268" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477855062760448722" /></a></p>One of Miller & Davis' favorite things to do is hang out at Pop & GeeGee's lakehouse. I can't believe Kathleen & I got them all to sit still together! They had a great time "fishing" with their spiderman & barbie poles! Holt actually did catch some fish. <br>Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerrySarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-39647276205312987222010-05-27T15:08:00.000-05:002010-05-27T15:07:40.291-05:00Swimming with Pop<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S_7RDG4ipeI/AAAAAAAACTw/EKgXEtjDv30/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzUtMjAxMDA1MjYtMTczMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-760294"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S_7RDG4ipeI/AAAAAAAACTw/EKgXEtjDv30/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzUtMjAxMDA1MjYtMTczMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-760294" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476044048246679010" /></a></p>Davis had a great time swimming with Pop yesterday. My little daredevil loved the slide best!<br>Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerrySarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-16038641909942074512010-05-26T16:28:00.000-05:002010-05-26T16:29:12.316-05:00The Eye Dr.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S_2SqED8mlI/AAAAAAAACTo/MP2VASjGEsk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTMtMjAxMDA0MjgtMTEyOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-752317"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S_2SqED8mlI/AAAAAAAACTo/MP2VASjGEsk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTMtMjAxMDA0MjgtMTEyOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-752317" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475693973294848594" /></a></p>Miller's 1st trip to the eye Doctor. He loved Mrs. Bridget! Thanks B!<br>Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerrySarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-68014516764278174382010-02-05T20:36:00.001-06:002010-02-05T20:37:22.475-06:00Font Poll!Go to Prints Charming site and vote on your favorite font!<br /><a href="http://printscharming13.blogspot.com">www.printscharming13.blogspot.com</a>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-76930268914551752552010-02-04T15:17:00.001-06:002010-02-04T15:20:19.545-06:00Three Mommas Trunk ShowJust in case you didn't know, I am having a three Mommas trunk show this week at my house.<br />Here are the times:<br /><br />Thursday, Feb. 4 ~5:30-8<br />Friday, Feb. 5 ~ 10:30-4<br />Saturday, Feb. 6 ~ 9-12<br />Sunday, Feb. 7 ~ 1-4<br /><br />Come see me. You can see how cute the clothes are by clicking <a href="http://www.threemommas.com/photoalbum.asp?action=showalbum&id=3278">here!</a>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-81843633592310369902010-01-22T21:24:00.000-06:002010-01-26T22:22:23.892-06:00honesty is the best policy...well sometimes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S1psetYuUGI/AAAAAAAACME/s8jX8c8nums/s1600-h/honest-scrap_award1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S1psetYuUGI/AAAAAAAACME/s8jX8c8nums/s320/honest-scrap_award1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429771575583723618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />O.K. Carey Here goes. 8 Honest things about myself. Then you repost and do the same....<br />Being really honest. This is more like a confession. I'm catholic after all. I guess that's a good place to start.<br /><br />1. God & I have a unique relationship. Don't misjudge the situation. (Judge not, right.) I pray, I go to church, I say the blessing, I talk to him in ways you may think are strange.(See note) I'll probably never have a conversation with you about Him. To me, it's personal. It's between me and Him, and it's nunya! I know I should sing his praises from the rooftops and all that, but I'm not like that. Matthhew 6:1-6 I guess. ( Note: I do this thing in my head...I don't know what you'd call it. I started doing it when I was in college. It's kinda my way of thanking God for the little things. It goes like this. If I see a woman exercising, I'll say to myself, "Thank you God, that I have already done that today." Or if I see a purple house, I'll say, "Thank you God, that I have better sense than to paint my house purple." I'm not exactly saying this is "nice". But, I like to thank God for making me, me. )<br /><br />2. I love my children. I know lots of people say this, but this is the confession. I do not like to play with them....tractors, hunting, pre-tending - it bores me. I know that makes me sound terrible, and believe me I have tried. My mom is so great at pre-tending. She loves to play with my kids. They play tractors, and have things break down, and run to "town" for sonic for all the hands. And in a minute it's gonna "rain" so hurry and put all the tractors under the shed....I don't really even know where she comes up with this stuff. Maybe it's that I can't relax if there's something to do - house wise. folding, cleaning etc. who knows. I'm right brained. Keep in mind, I didn't say I don't play with them. I'm just saying I don't like it.<br /><br />3. I hate chocolate, and deer meat. No, I don't want to try your recipe. Yes, I'm sure I don't like them. To some people I might as well have said I think Elvis is still alive.<br /><br />4. I have undiagnosed cases of OCD and dislexia. My mama says I have CDO, because that's alphabetized. I make lists, and buddy you better not touch them, write on them or mark something off them. I get made fun of at pokeno because I alphabetize the players names, and if i make a mistake i'll tear the page out and start over. I made terrible grades in high school algebra because i couldn't keep the letters and numbers straight, but had a 99 average in college statistics. Go figure.<br /><br />5. I love to travel. I love hotels (good ones). There's something about visiting places, airplanes, restaurant etc. that excites me.<br /><br />6. I love people and their<b style="font-weight: bold;"> </b>idiosyncrasies. Very few people (their habits) annoy me. Probably those closest to me the most. Mostly things annoy me, not people.<br /><br />7. I am very competitive. You do not want to play board games with me. I don't even let my three year old win at hi-ho cherrio. I mean, I know life isn't always about winning and losing. But, somebody has to lose at hi-ho cherrio. I can't help it if I spin 4 and his cherries keep falling out of his basket. Losing is an important lesson for those of you that now think I am a terrible mother. (I know what you're thinking - "sheesh, if she doesn't like to play with them, she could at least let him win." I don't think so.<br /><br />8. I think I need a wife. I love my husband. He's a great guy, father, husband etc. But, I could really use a clone of myself. Not that I'm all that great, but if there were two of me, I could really accomplish some stuff. Things would be getting done. I could cook supper, update the blog, order the new stuff for the store, go to wal-mart, fold the clothes, play with the kids, read the stories, watch tv, clean the kitchen, and still have time to check e-mail and all sorts of other stuff I juggle.<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-63214287285816845042010-01-08T22:19:00.000-06:002010-01-08T22:27:06.730-06:00Chili & Cheer!For the past three years, Tim & I have helped host a party during the Christmas season called Chili & Cheer. We always take a picture of the hosts and hostesses. These are two of the images captured this year. The bottom one is the "best" group shot I had. The top explains why it's so hard to get a "best" group shot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S0gE2SSleOI/AAAAAAAACJw/xfAUjI7l6lc/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S0gE2SSleOI/AAAAAAAACJw/xfAUjI7l6lc/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424591081837000930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S0gE2_Ne3qI/AAAAAAAACJ4/yl-c0oqSXKQ/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/S0gE2_Ne3qI/AAAAAAAACJ4/yl-c0oqSXKQ/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424591093895192226" border="0" /></a>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-24552855292826838452010-01-01T23:05:00.000-06:002010-01-08T22:18:49.037-06:00Christmas Morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7VUj6UfcI/AAAAAAAACIw/7sAm8hsvAHk/s1600-h/IMG_2724.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7VUj6UfcI/AAAAAAAACIw/7sAm8hsvAHk/s320/IMG_2724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422005550614609346" border="0" /></a><br />Miller can't wait to see what Santa brought. Yes, we all had matching pj's.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7a9XuU24I/AAAAAAAACJQ/FpFh4p7xavM/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7a9XuU24I/AAAAAAAACJQ/FpFh4p7xavM/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422011749275851650" border="0" /></a><br />Davis sans PJ's<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7a9GjgL-I/AAAAAAAACJI/v42uKsJrSS0/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7a9GjgL-I/AAAAAAAACJI/v42uKsJrSS0/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422011744667054050" border="0" /></a><br />Loving his new spinning toy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7VVAXuErI/AAAAAAAACJA/28XxcfRY-kE/s1600-h/IMG_2743.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7VVAXuErI/AAAAAAAACJA/28XxcfRY-kE/s320/IMG_2743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422005558254113458" border="0" /></a><br />Miller sings, "take you for a ride in my big green tractor"...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7VU4V5_yI/AAAAAAAACI4/NGNDfMp_y7A/s1600-h/IMG_2736.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sz7VU4V5_yI/AAAAAAAACI4/NGNDfMp_y7A/s320/IMG_2736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422005556099022626" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, Santa brought drums.....No, we aren't crazy....No, they aren't driving us nuts...really.Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-36423511951610650442009-11-25T23:36:00.000-06:002009-11-26T07:39:52.069-06:00Christmas Tree Picking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4Y_C2-W8I/AAAAAAAAB2w/-ZWXEVmb5tU/s1600/Photo++30.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4Y_C2-W8I/AAAAAAAAB2w/-ZWXEVmb5tU/s320/Photo++30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408287673896819650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4aKUJMG3I/AAAAAAAAB24/QVpfJ7y2Q7w/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4aKUJMG3I/AAAAAAAAB24/QVpfJ7y2Q7w/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408288967026809714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4aK_x1lYI/AAAAAAAAB3A/7E_fi-l3jMk/s1600/IMG_1254.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4aK_x1lYI/AAAAAAAAB3A/7E_fi-l3jMk/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408288978740024706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw6El0dc8wI/AAAAAAAAB34/Ll7QCyWlb3k/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw6El0dc8wI/AAAAAAAAB34/Ll7QCyWlb3k/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408405987790746370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw6ElZxMc7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/bNZwmIj8AiI/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw6ElZxMc7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/bNZwmIj8AiI/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408405980625793970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4cPJOGzAI/AAAAAAAAB3I/r2YEf_KenBM/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4cPJOGzAI/AAAAAAAAB3I/r2YEf_KenBM/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408291249017244674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4cPWTXBgI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/SaawwdkZW_4/s1600/IMG_1655-2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sw4cPWTXBgI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/SaawwdkZW_4/s320/IMG_1655-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408291252528940546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is something Tim and I started with Miller. We took him to Curry's tree farm in Start when he was only 6 months old. Crazy I know. I believe he liked it then, and I know he loves it now. I included a pic from each year! I seemed to have misplaced last years pic. I can't remember if I was still pregnant or had a 1 week old when we picked it out. I don't think Davis made the trip! This year, he cried all the way to Start and back. He was fine out of the car. I hope he's not starting a bad habit. Miller always cried in the car, and Davis never has. Weird. Both of the boys loved playing the the corn box (like sand). Davis only tried to eat two kernals. We can't wait to go back next year! We love our live Christmas Trees! (I found the pics!! - inserted accordingly)Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-26981983316418952392009-11-20T09:53:00.000-06:002009-11-20T10:22:10.600-06:00Davis' 1st Birthday!!Happy Birthday little man! We had a great time at your birthday! 40 of our closest friends and relatives came to wish you a happy birthday! You loved the attention when everyone was singing to you. You LOVED the cake. Can't wait to see what the next year brings!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Swa_iMAwqII/AAAAAAAABxA/EMUTOMSyVzA/s1600/IMG_1604.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Swa_iMAwqII/AAAAAAAABxA/EMUTOMSyVzA/s320/IMG_1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406218996765730946" border="0" /></a><br />Our impromptu photo shoot in the front yard!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SwbBFoDfeqI/AAAAAAAABxY/xbEcDbLWy0E/s1600/IMG_1626.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SwbBFoDfeqI/AAAAAAAABxY/xbEcDbLWy0E/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406220705100429986" border="0" /></a><br />Davis and his famous "who's birthday is it, raise your hand" routine<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Swa_iy0EMyI/AAAAAAAABxQ/F95eefCVYAY/s1600/IMG_1615.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Swa_iy0EMyI/AAAAAAAABxQ/F95eefCVYAY/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406219007181468450" border="0" /></a><br />The cake was a little bigger than expected.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SwbBF3DfNzI/AAAAAAAABxg/sJGcEiZJKls/s1600/IMG_1630.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SwbBF3DfNzI/AAAAAAAABxg/sJGcEiZJKls/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406220709126944562" border="0" /></a><br />MMM. cake is good!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Swa_ip0BJuI/AAAAAAAABxI/kKWIjVNNwzI/s1600/IMG_1612.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Swa_ip0BJuI/AAAAAAAABxI/kKWIjVNNwzI/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406219004765349602" border="0" /></a><br />Driving with his feet!Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-10133617254026847722009-11-02T10:33:00.000-06:002009-11-02T12:02:35.066-06:00Happy Halloween!Kathleen(my sister-in-law) and I planned a Fun Halloween party for all the kiddos. We all had a great time. We decorated cookies, went bobbing for donuts, decorated pumpkins, had a jump house and plenty of sugar to eat! After-wards, we trick-or-treated together around the neighborhood thanks to Keith & Shelia Howard and their trailer. After trick-or-treating we went back to Keith and Shelia's for Chili and Hot Dogs. Yum! Keith's mexican chili was awesome! I just wanted to say Thanks to my aunt Lynn. She made Davis' costume. On short notice. He was so cute in it. You can't believe how hard it is to find a prisoner suit for infants. Maybe they think thats in bad taste. Oh Well! Thanks Sissy!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Q5I2X-iI/AAAAAAAABu0/ywgGV9Eiiss/s1600-h/IMG_1451.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Q5I2X-iI/AAAAAAAABu0/ywgGV9Eiiss/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399553052054649378" border="0" /></a><br />The treat bags were witch's brooms!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8OdldM6DI/AAAAAAAABuc/jzNVhOJxqU4/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8OdldM6DI/AAAAAAAABuc/jzNVhOJxqU4/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399550379674101810" border="0" /></a><br />All our yummy treats!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Q5Rsm4hI/AAAAAAAABu8/gnlbglpJA5w/s1600-h/IMG_1468.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Q5Rsm4hI/AAAAAAAABu8/gnlbglpJA5w/s320/IMG_1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399553054429602322" border="0" /></a><br />Officer Miller Holt and his trustee - Davis.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Q56EUl-I/AAAAAAAABvE/dmwe9P_AeZk/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Q56EUl-I/AAAAAAAABvE/dmwe9P_AeZk/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399553065266485218" border="0" /></a><br />Decorating Cookies! The cookies were a hit of the party. They were made by Two Friends catering in Transylvania, LA!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Oeq3v11I/AAAAAAAABus/80RUoqnk6IY/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8Oeq3v11I/AAAAAAAABus/80RUoqnk6IY/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399550398307489618" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to escape!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8OeKCKc3I/AAAAAAAABuk/qXyNqjVPtNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8OeKCKc3I/AAAAAAAABuk/qXyNqjVPtNQ/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399550389492806514" border="0" /></a><br />They just couldn't get the picture taking down right<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8S8d2g8mI/AAAAAAAABvU/Q3zvxrFf5Pg/s1600-h/IMG_1489.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8S8d2g8mI/AAAAAAAABvU/Q3zvxrFf5Pg/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399555308255244898" border="0" /></a><br />Fancy Nancy Decorating her Pumpkin. (Caroline)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8S8B3m7KI/AAAAAAAABvM/yQKy8zWxr0k/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Su8S8B3m7KI/AAAAAAAABvM/yQKy8zWxr0k/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399555300743638178" border="0" /></a><br />Jack really didn't comprehend the bobbing part!Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-15239092470359227112009-10-29T13:13:00.000-05:002009-10-29T13:27:50.925-05:00A Mystery<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This morning I discovered ink pen drawings on my twill couch!! I ask Miller if he knew who did it? This is the conversation that followed:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Not Me" was his reply.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said, "do you think Davis did it? Because if he did, he's in trouble and he may need a spanking." Miller just looked at me with wide eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said, "I'm going to go in that back and spank Davis. OK Miller?"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> "Don't do that Mama, he's just a baby and he will be scared. I don't think he did it anyway."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Well", I replied, "who do you think did it"? "</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Maybe somebody came in our house when we weren't here and did it. I guess it's a mystery."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Let's call your Daddy and make sure it wasn't him."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"OK"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">After calling Tim, and asking him very exaggeratedly if he did it (He didn't) I told Miller that we needed to report this break-in and vandalism to the Police. I called John Clinton. (my cousin that is a Sheriff's deputy - as far as Miller is concerned, he is the Sheriff) John was cracking up as I gave him the recount of the morning's events. Miller was listening to both conversations very intently. I got off the phone and told Miller that the Sheriff's department was going to look into the matter.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Mama"?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"What Miller"?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I think I know who did it"?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"You Do"? I thought, he was going to confess.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"yes ma'am, I think it was Uncle Bo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe he'll be an actor. He's almost got me thinking maybe it wasn't him!</span></span>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-63823681821588640462009-10-05T20:44:00.000-05:002009-10-05T21:06:24.558-05:00Miller's 1st LSU game!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlEEQNhaI/AAAAAAAABrE/DoA7xxwYxIg/s1600-h/IMG_1164-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlEEQNhaI/AAAAAAAABrE/DoA7xxwYxIg/s320/IMG_1164-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301393382016418" border="0" /></a><br />Visiting Mike<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlDsRISCI/AAAAAAAABq8/1P25Mz3u4Pk/s1600-h/IMG_1166-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlDsRISCI/AAAAAAAABq8/1P25Mz3u4Pk/s320/IMG_1166-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301386943416354" border="0" /></a><br />Don't I look cool! Uncle Steve would be so proud of my visor!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlEa-nMFI/AAAAAAAABrM/zpUq0GZQmJw/s1600-h/IMG_1169.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlEa-nMFI/AAAAAAAABrM/zpUq0GZQmJw/s320/IMG_1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301399482216530" border="0" /></a><br />Mike and the cheerleaders!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlDIS363I/AAAAAAAABq0/XlBeSosUHvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SsqlDIS363I/AAAAAAAABq0/XlBeSosUHvQ/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301377287056242" border="0" /></a><br />We love cotton candy! Waiting on the band to march down the field and the tigers to run out!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">We had a blast! Miller liked the band, but wasn't so sure about all the people. Tim had to carry him a lot! The game didn't start until 6 and we were early. We got there at 5:15. By kickoff we had already eaten a slice of cookie cake, pepperoni pizza and cotton candy! After the first quarter Miller was ready to go. Well, we kinda were too. ULL wasn't much of a game. Miller loved seeing the "real" mike and Mike's cage and statue! He said his favorite part of the whole trip was seeing the fish in our hotel lobby. They had a koi fish pond. Oh well. </span>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-72167837077726917582009-09-02T07:31:00.000-05:002009-09-02T07:43:50.182-05:00Jamboree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sp5njzYOOjI/AAAAAAAABlg/nYk-TWyA6zY/s1600-h/IMG_1087.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sp5njzYOOjI/AAAAAAAABlg/nYk-TWyA6zY/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376848869911837234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sp5njiHUVwI/AAAAAAAABlY/HtBcKXmwVEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sp5njiHUVwI/AAAAAAAABlY/HtBcKXmwVEQ/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376848865277531906" border="0" /></a><br />Miller, Caroline and Jack at the Briarfield - Tallulah Jamboree. They could not have cared about the game less. They ran around in the gravel chasing each other. The first pic is their silly face. They second is their happy face.Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-42886557819545533342009-08-15T14:13:00.001-05:002009-08-17T21:38:40.025-05:00CupcakesSince Tim is harvesting we have lots of time to ourselves. Davis, Miller and I decided to surprise Tim with cupcakes the other night. Miller did most of it all by himself. We washed his hands, poured the egg and water (with me measuring), cracked the eggs and even used the beaters. He had to have a little help pouring the batter into the pans. Davis busied himself eating ritz crakcers. Miller's favorite part was licking the bowl. Whose isn't?? The last two pics are of Davis right after his bath. Miller was still in the bath. Davis is getting really good at playing with/around Miller. He's content as long as I am sitting watching him. If I try to go throw the clothes in the dryer, he's right after me. Maybe he likes an audience.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocODvnu-0I/AAAAAAAABiA/yj-aoWLz4Ig/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocODvnu-0I/AAAAAAAABiA/yj-aoWLz4Ig/s320/IMG_1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276538148125506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocOCmMbMkI/AAAAAAAABhw/UgyyBAy4NmA/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocOCmMbMkI/AAAAAAAABhw/UgyyBAy4NmA/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276518437794370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocODWCIwUI/AAAAAAAABh4/lONEphyv27I/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocODWCIwUI/AAAAAAAABh4/lONEphyv27I/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276531279544642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocOEH6F_sI/AAAAAAAABiI/yO9UbMyUIDE/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SocOEH6F_sI/AAAAAAAABiI/yO9UbMyUIDE/s320/IMG_1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276544667582146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Solh8jnM3iI/AAAAAAAABio/tR3i45WxGpc/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Solh8jnM3iI/AAAAAAAABio/tR3i45WxGpc/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370931723595734562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Solh9IinHLI/AAAAAAAABiw/gewjLHpEri4/s1600-h/IMG_1059.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Solh9IinHLI/AAAAAAAABiw/gewjLHpEri4/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370931733508594866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Solh9aib13I/AAAAAAAABi4/StvG_UW1Uqk/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Solh9aib13I/AAAAAAAABi4/StvG_UW1Uqk/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370931738339694450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoljwsIvhlI/AAAAAAAABjI/NUQC1sGbL3M/s1600-h/IMG_1068.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoljwsIvhlI/AAAAAAAABjI/NUQC1sGbL3M/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370933718748726866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoljwJXk-5I/AAAAAAAABjA/9Prh4vsmTX0/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoljwJXk-5I/AAAAAAAABjA/9Prh4vsmTX0/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370933709415709586" border="0" /></a>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-77881612224754443092009-08-14T08:53:00.000-05:002009-08-15T13:54:16.181-05:00Bridget's Wedding<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span>In July my very good friend Bridget got married in Natchez, MS. Here are a few pics from that weekend.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvVGjVvpI/AAAAAAAABhQ/MCWDSkO-6Cc/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvVGjVvpI/AAAAAAAABhQ/MCWDSkO-6Cc/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820539035958930" border="0" /></a><br />The Bridesmaids Luncheon was held at the Natchez Coffee Company. It was fun to catch up and the food was great!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvWNjoezI/AAAAAAAABhg/7QKhP5xCr4o/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvWNjoezI/AAAAAAAABhg/7QKhP5xCr4o/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820558096104242" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Tim at the rehearsal dinner. It was at the Castle in Natchez<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvVgJmtHI/AAAAAAAABhY/AqrwkjUHyLM/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvVgJmtHI/AAAAAAAABhY/AqrwkjUHyLM/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820545907340402" border="0" /></a><br />Me and my friend Mary Elizabeth<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvWh6omsI/AAAAAAAABho/Vzfpsv4UIzs/s1600-h/IMG_0848.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SoVvWh6omsI/AAAAAAAABho/Vzfpsv4UIzs/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820563561290434" border="0" /></a><br />This is the only pic I got at the actual wedding. My camera died. I thought Miller looked precious in his tie. This was the first time he's ever worn one.Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-15531715250817426642009-08-02T21:05:00.000-05:002009-08-02T21:38:50.314-05:00A busy SundayToday was a busy day. Not productive busy, but fun busy. We, (Miller, Tim and I) went to visit the sandbar at the new hunting camp. It was a bit muddy as you can see from the road. We had to ride the ranger in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJetKBUvI/AAAAAAAABd4/TQJevOLUPOk/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJetKBUvI/AAAAAAAABd4/TQJevOLUPOk/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556797925053170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJeYD61rI/AAAAAAAABdw/JASJDQ_WYzA/s1600-h/IMG_0941.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJeYD61rI/AAAAAAAABdw/JASJDQ_WYzA/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556792262317746" border="0" /></a><br />Miller loves swinging on the old rope swing. It is so high. I don't know how they hung it. It is literally that high in the tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJd5HKZdI/AAAAAAAABdo/m0EAee-YR5I/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJd5HKZdI/AAAAAAAABdo/m0EAee-YR5I/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556783954421202" border="0" /></a><br />Miller in Tim drawing in the sand on the sandbar on the Mississippi river.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJdgMfwCI/AAAAAAAABdg/lUxmvm5s9lE/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJdgMfwCI/AAAAAAAABdg/lUxmvm5s9lE/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556777265905698" border="0" /></a><br />We also went fishing on Uncle Bo's dock. Miller caught a catfish and a brim. Don't worry Mr. Game warden. He has his Lifetime hunting and fishing license already. (thanks Uncle Steve)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJdInmfTI/AAAAAAAABdY/EIUnPtTi3sk/s1600-h/IMG_0923.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZJdInmfTI/AAAAAAAABdY/EIUnPtTi3sk/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556770937142578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZL3KHpG_I/AAAAAAAABeA/RYMHMIDjW1M/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SnZL3KHpG_I/AAAAAAAABeA/RYMHMIDjW1M/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365559417039821810" border="0" /></a>\<br />Davis - not to be forgotten was having a leisurely afternoon of napping with his BB. This face cracks me up.Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-21686279308010279682009-07-15T21:13:00.001-05:002009-07-15T21:14:08.168-05:00Prints CharmingCheck out Print's Charming's blog at <a href="http://www.printscharming13.blogspot.com/">www.printscharming13.blogspot.com</a>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-16541044696237090282009-07-13T20:20:00.001-05:002009-07-13T21:40:09.402-05:00Davis 8 months!<span style="font-weight: bold;">I know i always say this, but I can't believe Davis is 8 months old. Time has really flown with him. I don't remember is going this fast with Miller. Maybe because Davis is such a good baby. He is starting to eat finger foods and is really enjoying "real" food. he loves instant potatoes, pudding, rolls, ritz crackers and anything from a cup. He is crawling on all fours too! He can say Da Da Da, Ba Ba Ba, and Ma Ma Ma. I love it!! Miller always tries to get Davis to say Mill-er Mill-er. It's funny.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SlvfgSm_6XI/AAAAAAAABaY/XkjrttlFkPs/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SlvfgSm_6XI/AAAAAAAABaY/XkjrttlFkPs/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358121927531555186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sitting up in the bath!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Slvff9z4m1I/AAAAAAAABaQ/0BJXIyJf94E/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Slvff9z4m1I/AAAAAAAABaQ/0BJXIyJf94E/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358121921948457810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feeding himself a cookie. That's Chocolate pudding all over his face</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SlvffXPeNGI/AAAAAAAABaI/NCyU9KAVagg/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SlvffXPeNGI/AAAAAAAABaI/NCyU9KAVagg/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358121911595185250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Loving the pool! He looks so much like Tim.<br /><br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzchDI6ZGBrWE-pUKdhwdHhbDNkxdFbg8Nvknfcv8TGZCjUCePCtIQ2JUpiNLWkWyKfwgfvKbofbC8-rFqJJg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-19223809272952282292009-07-01T21:52:00.000-05:002009-07-02T16:45:04.426-05:00Random Summer Pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SkwhurjK0LI/AAAAAAAABX4/Wa_vE5XNwVk/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353691142884610226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SkwhurjK0LI/AAAAAAAABX4/Wa_vE5XNwVk/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My dear friend Olivia put on a song and dance hour (Olivia - I'm sure that is not what you titled it, but that's the best I can do) at the East Carroll Parish Library a few weeks ago. I took Miller and Davis to it and they loved it. Miller loved learning about all the cool musical instruments and Davis just likes being around a bunch of people. I graduated high school with Olivia and watching her teach the kids (she's a music teacher) all about rhythm and instruments was really a full circle moment for me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SkwhuUG7ZLI/AAAAAAAABXw/uziJFx-qYBI/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353691136592143538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SkwhuUG7ZLI/AAAAAAAABXw/uziJFx-qYBI/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Miller loves Mondays - that's the day I don't work. For those of you that don't know - my mom and I own a gift shop in downtown Lake Providence. Check it out at <a href="http://printscharming13.blogspot.com/">http://printscharming13.blogspot.com</a>. We do all sorts of stuff from monogramming to wedding invitations. OK - back to Miller. The kid loves his Daddy. We went to the farm and "helped" disc the bean field. Davis stayed at mamas for all those wondering (you know who you are)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SkwhuDYJ9bI/AAAAAAAABXo/F3UiK8rK18U/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353691132100998578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SkwhuDYJ9bI/AAAAAAAABXo/F3UiK8rK18U/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Miller is now officially an almost swimmer. That's the technical term I made up for him. He could swim to the side and climb out if he accidentally fell in the pool - But he prefers the security of floaties. Maybe I'll set aside some of the spare time I have to upload the video I shot of him swimming. We'll see.<br /><br />An update on my children for all my various Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and Friends(BTW that's how miller says his prayers - God bless Mama, Daddy, Miller, Davis BB, Papa, Gee Gee, Pop and all my aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. He has lots of family and </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" >its a</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" >time saver really</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> (that last part was from Curly Sue if any one followed that.)<br /><br />Back to the kids -<br /><br />Davis - can sit up now from a lying position. He also is almost crawling. He can pivot pretty well on his hands and knees, but can't move. He goes into a push up position and then falls. He looks like he's doing the inchworm and that's about how far he moves too. He takes 3 naps a day and 4 bottles. He wakes up with the sun - which is getting earlier and earlier. today it was 6:15. He goes to bed around 8:15. He LOVES Miller. Miller can say "door knob" and Davis thinks he's Jerry Seinfeld. I mean, belly laughs. His favorite foods are anything I give him. He doesn't care - he's an easy baby. Hot, cold, peas, prunes - he likes it all. He has 6 teeth!<br /><br />Miller on the other hand loves to be entertained. He loves anything to do with the farm and he loves swimming. If I had a nickel for every time he said "Mama", not only would I be rich, but I would have a very funny occupation. He is always underfoot and asks millions of questions. I know some of you are saying - oh that's all 3 year olds - don't. I don't wanna hear it. My 3 year old is different. He's brilliant. Ask his grandparents or Aunts. He asked the other day "where did the radio come from"? I replied, "it came with the car". "No", he said, "the music"? "Oh, the speakers". "No, mama (another 5 cents) how does the music get out of the speakers"uhhh... radio waves that travel through the air". He says, "kinda like the ocean". "kinda" i said. Now i'm thinking - uh oh - i don't really know much more. He says, "how do they get in the air? " my reply, "the radio station plays the music and big satellites and towers catch the waves. the radio turns them back into music so we can hear them". whew - at least i think that's right. "oh", he says......."Mama"(10 cents) "what Miller?" "Can we go to the farm"? "yes we can"...good luck Tim...at least Tim can answer all the farming questions. remind me to tell you later about the conversation that started with "Mama, (another nickel)where does God live"...its too cute!</span>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-81674552100794290492009-06-03T07:37:00.000-05:002009-06-03T14:33:18.191-05:00Slip N Slide<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dycqbuyKt5hAGdCEJP1pYNrs3gm8aI7NCbobdgxpEAct3qImhjKcqLPtzrJj_5SBWzR_FyUyDfVXSi1bpClVw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Miller loves his new slip and slide that Bubba and Peppy 2 gave him for his birthday! Thanks!</p>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-17284173068073966322009-06-02T19:56:00.000-05:002009-06-03T06:41:34.009-05:00Malli and Anna Lee's BirthdayMiller loves birthday parties. The balloons, cake and ice cream are like a dream wrapped in a slice of heaven. Thought these were cute and wanted to share.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SiXLfW_xvqI/AAAAAAAABSI/yY1Ft34rGFY/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SiXLfW_xvqI/AAAAAAAABSI/yY1Ft34rGFY/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342900272554426018" border="0" /></a><br />Miller and John Robert Walters playing in the balloon house<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SiXLfIUyGhI/AAAAAAAABSA/P7_GEgdFOAM/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SiXLfIUyGhI/AAAAAAAABSA/P7_GEgdFOAM/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342900268615997970" border="0" /></a><br />Miller and Scotty Beth Howard taking a dip in the baby pool<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SiXLe72U6vI/AAAAAAAABR4/tfeuVA17DuA/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/SiXLe72U6vI/AAAAAAAABR4/tfeuVA17DuA/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342900265267030770" border="0" /></a><br />Loving the balloon house.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dymlVnUjOwR9zekur46Jc3XfgNx89pMl5rbWY_ZNFQHmTCiyX1GV5prWXzmKdxyAT9SitomY-FTKXaLbLYmpg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyDIoUUlQJiIAst8iMnTGPva7srnfs2XvCvsp1YnMqbGLWeRKQ-9A6fDAAJqq145Fi6_GdXeQc5NwnmUcLcTw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041699668050164531.post-37619699793225942782009-05-28T17:33:00.000-05:002009-05-28T18:57:40.516-05:00Disney WorldWe had so mush fun at Disney world. These are a few of the 100's of photos that I took.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e72P0L_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/jjwqErSHvo4/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e72P0L_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/jjwqErSHvo4/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021696607662066" border="0" /></a><br />Miller and Leo from Little Einsteins<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e7V2uKZI/AAAAAAAABQ0/lV3EcvUKWJA/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e7V2uKZI/AAAAAAAABQ0/lV3EcvUKWJA/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021687912475026" border="0" /></a><br />He loved the water park. They had a whole section just for him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e7JqQ2iI/AAAAAAAABQs/gVvYrSX33U4/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e7JqQ2iI/AAAAAAAABQs/gVvYrSX33U4/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021684638997026" border="0" /></a><br />Playing putt-putt at blizzard beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e63BPVkI/AAAAAAAABQk/SJGs0T2NyTI/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e63BPVkI/AAAAAAAABQk/SJGs0T2NyTI/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021679635093058" border="0" /></a><br />Goliath from JoJo's circus<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e6vdZMqI/AAAAAAAABQc/J1IomaqslMs/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8e6vdZMqI/AAAAAAAABQc/J1IomaqslMs/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021677605696162" border="0" /></a><br />Riding the huge ant at Honey I shrunk the kids playground at Hollywood Studios.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cO1WR9BI/AAAAAAAABQU/OXsXfq46gGE/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cO1WR9BI/AAAAAAAABQU/OXsXfq46gGE/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341018724248974354" border="0" /></a><br />Everybody loves the Dumbo ride!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cOreYuyI/AAAAAAAABQM/r4SGn0VBhGY/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cOreYuyI/AAAAAAAABQM/r4SGn0VBhGY/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341018721598618402" border="0" /></a><br />miller loved the 3D Mickey movie. Tim - not so much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cORUti8I/AAAAAAAABQE/zuCeyt4WS5M/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cORUti8I/AAAAAAAABQE/zuCeyt4WS5M/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341018714578717634" border="0" /></a><br />Going into animal Kingdom - Miller and Papa.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cOE916kI/AAAAAAAABP8/pmN6IC1B8qk/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cOE916kI/AAAAAAAABP8/pmN6IC1B8qk/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341018711261571650" border="0" /></a><br />Chip and Dale<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cNsDoKOI/AAAAAAAABP0/lthpYglxPRo/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8cNsDoKOI/AAAAAAAABP0/lthpYglxPRo/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341018704574949602" border="0" /></a><br />They kept holding on the him. I finally said "let's go Miller" and he said through smiling teeth - they won't let go. I guess he was gonna let them hold him forever<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y59V1m2I/AAAAAAAABPs/irTzZB5T7_o/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y59V1m2I/AAAAAAAABPs/irTzZB5T7_o/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341015067082464098" border="0" /></a><br />Playing the drums at animal kingdom<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y5oASU6I/AAAAAAAABPk/32mMmNJfrHk/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y5oASU6I/AAAAAAAABPk/32mMmNJfrHk/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341015061354927010" border="0" /></a><br />Breakfast with Pluto!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y5VN47nI/AAAAAAAABPc/stGTW9HllHs/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y5VN47nI/AAAAAAAABPc/stGTW9HllHs/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341015056311709298" border="0" /></a><br />& Donald!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y45hJHOI/AAAAAAAABPU/mokpblx0qNU/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y45hJHOI/AAAAAAAABPU/mokpblx0qNU/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341015048876268770" border="0" /></a><br />His birthday breakfast cupcake!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y4vuWXfI/AAAAAAAABPM/q4Xo4vLKnBE/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8Y4vuWXfI/AAAAAAAABPM/q4Xo4vLKnBE/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341015046247308786" border="0" /></a><br />Breakfast with Mickey!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S4HfGtaI/AAAAAAAABPE/bUWEQ2Ugisg/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S4HfGtaI/AAAAAAAABPE/bUWEQ2Ugisg/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341008438376183202" border="0" /></a><br />and Goofy!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S3_Ee6nI/AAAAAAAABO8/Oxz9L4ck2BM/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S3_Ee6nI/AAAAAAAABO8/Oxz9L4ck2BM/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341008436117039730" border="0" /></a><br />My first ears!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S3hYIoMI/AAAAAAAABO0/g07Alu085n8/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S3hYIoMI/AAAAAAAABO0/g07Alu085n8/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341008428146401474" border="0" /></a><br />Tired from traveling!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S3DaLAgI/AAAAAAAABOs/X1K28NXdksA/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S3DaLAgI/AAAAAAAABOs/X1K28NXdksA/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341008420101882370" border="0" /></a><br />Haha my BB let me have this gigantic lollipop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S2tlDLSI/AAAAAAAABOk/x7uQSIqSR2A/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO912NIJzw/Sh8S2tlDLSI/AAAAAAAABOk/x7uQSIqSR2A/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341008414241926434" border="0" /></a><br />We're going to DISNEY WORLD!!!!!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyLcGasdrWL7d7Vv3ZPHDl93w-unFPX4S0pBhACAUGscfF1lCxoXAZu0SljwF44uU5ePeYmYhbYGcNs41kzeg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwAN_ETK9ra4d9Be_tHemjYrtiXZWCzB1UwlQ5XSo4U0ZQs3qKGgH8_fUs7Ht_WWthtQ90xlR_XP27RF9ccjg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sarah F Holthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07701544840232636824noreply@blogger.com2