<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:04:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>About Abbie</title><description>the story of Abbie, her mommy, her daddy and everyone else!</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-8350260883702250959</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T05:30:30.528-08:00</atom:updated><title>look what I made</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SyHcvy6X-1I/AAAAAAAACko/Nq2iDFMsvEU/s1600-h/DSCN0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413850940754623314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SyHcvy6X-1I/AAAAAAAACko/Nq2iDFMsvEU/s200/DSCN0883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SyHcvn6KEtI/AAAAAAAACkg/IZxyIiFwgzg/s1600-h/DSCN0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413850937800921810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SyHcvn6KEtI/AAAAAAAACkg/IZxyIiFwgzg/s200/DSCN0891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SyHcvb4nwZI/AAAAAAAACkY/MaMNu522AwA/s1600-h/DSCN0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413850934573253010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SyHcvb4nwZI/AAAAAAAACkY/MaMNu522AwA/s200/DSCN0887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the pics aren't great, but I finished it. I told Kay I wouldn't give up and I didn't. Don't know if I can ever do it again, but I made this one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news we are looking for a dog. We've got it narrowed down to a breed we'd like to rescue and now just looking for the right one for us.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-8350260883702250959?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-what-i-made.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SyHcvy6X-1I/AAAAAAAACko/Nq2iDFMsvEU/s72-c/DSCN0883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-5308518494733761717</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T07:14:17.581-08:00</atom:updated><title>birthday pictures</title><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406203810193820482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SwaxuNn3S0I/AAAAAAAACRo/-cv6pk6df1o/s200/DSCN0804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406203820014218450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SwaxuyNOrNI/AAAAAAAACR4/8ivPEJhcFkA/s200/DSCN0793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406203815772158530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SwaxuiZ1-kI/AAAAAAAACRw/SwFu3uEb1nA/s200/DSCN0799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a couple from Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SwaxvegPV8I/AAAAAAAACSA/JpfDtsWLJdY/s1600/DSCN0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406203831905114050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SwaxvegPV8I/AAAAAAAACSA/JpfDtsWLJdY/s200/DSCN0766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406203836590536562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/Swaxvv9VN3I/AAAAAAAACSI/ojAekxvK5KU/s200/DSCN0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-5308518494733761717?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SwaxuNn3S0I/AAAAAAAACRo/-cv6pk6df1o/s72-c/DSCN0804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-5390450189221871097</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T10:20:48.379-07:00</atom:updated><title>quick update</title><description>just a quick update.  Work is great.  Really it is.  Abbie is wonderful.  Yesterday at breakfast she came up with a list of words that rhymed with log, she came up with them, spelled them and wrote them all by herself!  I was AMAZED.  Just excited and amazed.  We went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;letterboxing&lt;/span&gt;, I'll have to do a post on that later.  Then the library.  I got an easy reader for her, and she READ IT the first 4 pages on the way home READ IT BY HERSELF.  She spelled the words and we helped her with the sounds but DANG IF SHE DIDN'T READ IT ALL ON HER OWN.  I knew it would happen.  I knew she would grow up, I knew it was coming, I just didn't really know it, does that make sense??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to work longer post someday, sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-5390450189221871097?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-7553073144767790075</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T14:33:21.143-07:00</atom:updated><title>Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><description>this is not what Abbie's costume is going to look like, well unless I win, but GOODNESS isn't this beautiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html"&gt;Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-7553073144767790075?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-1228561832106862644</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T17:37:41.025-07:00</atom:updated><title>school, work, travel....</title><description>So Abbie started school last week.  Monday she was anxious and didn't really want to go.  She's not loving after care, but it was her second day.  We can't already start skipping.  So Tuesday when she got up she said she didn't feel good.  I didn't think she looked good, but assumed it was just nerves so I got her moving and headed out.  Rick took her to school and she lost her breakfast all over the parking lot apparently.  The playground aide even thought it was nerves and if she was better after lunch to bring her back.  So Rick headed home with her.  It was the second day of my new job so I wasn't going home. He managed to get her to school and after care apparently didn't go well, but we made it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;Noodles for dinner, it's Abbie's favorite place and Grandma sent her a gift card so she was buying.  We get there, park in a REALLY close spot which is cool because it's on campus, order and get our noodles.  After the second bite she screams and starts crying, she said her throat hurt, she couldn't swallow without crying.  She wanted to leave noodles.  SHE NEVER WANTS TO SKIP NOODLES so momma panicked a little. Of course dad is a couple states away on a trip, may as well be in Switzerland...oh wait that's where he was a week or so ago.  Anyway we get home, relax on the couch and all is well in the world.  She never did eat the noodles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was MUCH MUCH better.  I dropped her at a neighbors because Rick is gone and i have to be at work before school drop off.  I think that helped a lot, at least it distracted her and her WONDERFUL teacher helped her with the transition to after care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was better than yesterday and this momma is counting on the fact that tomorrow will be better than today...........&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm going to really enjoy my new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-1228561832106862644?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-work-travel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-6012409250901005070</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T07:16:36.028-07:00</atom:updated><title>First day stuff</title><description>Well Abbie started school today. Kindergarten. Sort of hard to believe. Seems like just yesterday I was sitting on my couch looking at the tiny baby she was wondering how I would ever be able to go back to work and leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me if I cried when I dropped her off, I did, but she didn't even look back and I'm so glad I was the one crying not her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures. We'll add the details tonight when she gets home and tells me all about it. I start my new job Monday so it's perfect timing. Rick got back from Switzerland/Germany just in time and heads out again on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures, here's the link for all the pictures I took. &lt;b&gt;http://tinyurl.com/krdt2g&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUB7eUaLI/AAAAAAAACHY/ozXY2DWnTxY/s1600-h/DSCN0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUB7eUaLI/AAAAAAAACHY/ozXY2DWnTxY/s200/DSCN0540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374645966178904242" 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/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUBWme39I/AAAAAAAACHQ/gg5-_SzwFLE/s1600-h/DSCN0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUBWme39I/AAAAAAAACHQ/gg5-_SzwFLE/s200/DSCN0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374645956281032658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUAzHmOHI/AAAAAAAACHI/gt7DkQD20Jg/s1600-h/DSCN0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUAzHmOHI/AAAAAAAACHI/gt7DkQD20Jg/s200/DSCN0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374645946756249714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUALVpFmI/AAAAAAAACHA/Mn00waTnIxE/s1600-h/DSCN0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUALVpFmI/AAAAAAAACHA/Mn00waTnIxE/s200/DSCN0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374645936077739618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaT_nWYSeI/AAAAAAAACG4/PebXzOYHiGg/s1600-h/DSCN0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaT_nWYSeI/AAAAAAAACG4/PebXzOYHiGg/s200/DSCN0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374645926417156578" 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/23382516-6012409250901005070?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUvZhxp4Z68/SpaUB7eUaLI/AAAAAAAACHY/ozXY2DWnTxY/s72-c/DSCN0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-8774888777570695538</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T08:38:06.398-07:00</atom:updated><title>school &amp; stuff</title><description>well she's registered and stocked. All we have to do is find the outfit.  We looked at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt;, Gap and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childrens&lt;/span&gt; place and nothing really struck her fancy except for a pair of sparkly pink sneakers.  I told her we couldn't buy any more shoes until we double checked to see what shoes at home wouldn't fit.  We have 10 pairs of shoes in the yard sale box.  TEN PAIRS OF SHOES.  She has a bigger shoe problem than her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we are on the hunt for an outfit.  Has to be longer than her finger tips for daddy, pink for Abbie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reasonably&lt;/span&gt; priced for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt;.  We'll see.  We have a couple weeks to go.  Dad is leaving Monday for 2 weeks, TWO WEEK and then will be home for about 6 days and is gone again for some more days.  Hopefully Abbie will be starting school and I will be starting a job in that time so keep your fingers crossed for the crazy in this house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the short post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-8774888777570695538?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lovemyabbie@gmail.com)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-4601774688259494344</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T14:53:23.808-07:00</atom:updated><title>tiny toes</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE'S GONE.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, not forever, but until Friday.  She left Sunday morning.  Vacation Bible Camp at her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt;.  She was as excited as I was nervous and I'm guessing having as much fun as I am missing her.  Today she's having a picnic in the park and staying at her aunts house.  Friday there's a show, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; we won't miss it. &lt;br /&gt;It feels odd not having her here, but nice.  It's strange hearing the alarm go off and realize I was sleeping not being kicked in the back by tiny toes.  Reminds me that one day the toes won't be tiny and they won't be sneaking into bed with us every morning.  We went to dinner and were sort of lost, we could go ANYWHERE without thinking about the kids menu and would Abbie eat any of the food or if the service would be fast enough to keep her from getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;I know we've got a long way to go with Abbie, but it's interesting getting a glimpse of what life will be like when she's a "big kid" and doesn't need us to be with her all of the time all of the days.  It is nice without her, but I'll be SO glad to have her back.  Just like when she's a big kid, it will be nice to see her be growing up but I'm going to really miss the tiny toes in my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-4601774688259494344?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/tiny-toes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-1248577983981074892</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T06:05:28.338-07:00</atom:updated><title>last day</title><description>Today is Abbie's last day at daycare.  She's only been going two days a week since I got laid off, but today will be the last of even that.  There are a whole list of reasons but for today it doesn't matter. I can't decide what the knot in the pit of my stomach is about.  I don't know if it's because she's a "big girl" and so much closer to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; than I'm ready for, if it's because I figure I'll be scrambling soon to find daycare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; not having a spot will be the quickest way to get a decent job offer, or if it makes me that much more worried about the job situation or if there's just a not because I'm anxious and nervous about every choice I'm making lately.  What ever it is there's a knot.  She was excited.  I don't think she's been loving the place lately, there have been a LOT of changes lately and a couple of her friends have left recently so that hasn't helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the last day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-1248577983981074892?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-1455319191093527831</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T14:55:47.719-07:00</atom:updated><title>pictures and stuff</title><description>Loves her new flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCd67lmLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jS8SAqqaMek/s1600-h/melissa+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351756814002526386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCd67lmLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jS8SAqqaMek/s200/melissa+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outfit for the flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCdtKZLlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X6QdwWVeui0/s1600-h/melissa+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351756810306530898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCdtKZLlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X6QdwWVeui0/s200/melissa+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the outfit we need to make flip flops for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCde3HvuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TDvCyT0v6a4/s1600-h/melissa+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351756806467600098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCde3HvuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TDvCyT0v6a4/s200/melissa+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Grandma Loeb &amp;amp; Abbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCdO1JX_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/VCO3u-etYBc/s1600-h/melissa+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351756802164350962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCdO1JX_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/VCO3u-etYBc/s200/melissa+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Stan &amp;amp; Abbie checking out the fairy house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBDzxnNRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9Ys7NQe0VPA/s1600-h/melissa+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351755265893414162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBDzxnNRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9Ys7NQe0VPA/s200/melissa+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the fairy house, see the green, that's the roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBDhzg0dI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cOY0ZPcoC5I/s1600-h/melissa+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351755261069545938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBDhzg0dI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cOY0ZPcoC5I/s200/melissa+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the hammock Abbie fell in love with, nice shot for a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBDB59Z9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/MoOee_jnsTU/s1600-h/melissa+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351755252506650578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBDB59Z9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/MoOee_jnsTU/s200/melissa+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the fairy school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBCucFL0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/XNjVjEOijrk/s1600-h/melissa+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351755247281057602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBCucFL0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/XNjVjEOijrk/s200/melissa+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another pretty picture Abbie took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBCdAoi1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/T2vJh6WJs3U/s1600-h/melissa+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351755242602531666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVBCdAoi1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/T2vJh6WJs3U/s200/melissa+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Abbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_egVzeqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/f6VujxMTHq4/s1600-h/melissa+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351753525509716642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_egVzeqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/f6VujxMTHq4/s200/melissa+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends she made at Solstice in the hammock she loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_eF4SbzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oDxNNVV-Ork/s1600-h/melissa+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351753518406594354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_eF4SbzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oDxNNVV-Ork/s200/melissa+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie thought her lunch was beautiful, and found she loves brie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_d0fIAZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZKcPux9dU7E/s1600-h/melissa+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351753513737650578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_d0fIAZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZKcPux9dU7E/s200/melissa+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie thought Grandpa's dinner was beautiful, it was really yummy too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_diex5eI/AAAAAAAAAV8/h5XqzqHoWrY/s1600-h/melissa+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351753508904363490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_diex5eI/AAAAAAAAAV8/h5XqzqHoWrY/s200/melissa+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was pooped after a party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_dePDQHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/MzFrXY5vmvU/s1600-h/melissa+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351753507764650098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU_dePDQHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/MzFrXY5vmvU/s200/melissa+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-1455319191093527831?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-and-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkVCd67lmLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jS8SAqqaMek/s72-c/melissa+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-3526175736864899059</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T14:30:23.789-07:00</atom:updated><title>got feet</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU94TARxXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_-yqtLGso4Q/s1600-h/melissa+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351751769583109490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU94TARxXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_-yqtLGso4Q/s320/melissa+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU94IwVPkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gxWETiac0jU/s1600-h/melissa+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351751766831873602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU94IwVPkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gxWETiac0jU/s320/melissa+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are Abbie's new flip flops. I love them. We are going to make some pink/green/yellow ones to go with an outfit Grandma got her. These are to go with her 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July outfit, yea, I know obvious right ;) anyway. I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are spending the week in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STL&lt;/span&gt; after spending the weekend in Ohio. I'm doing another blog post in a sec with pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, do you have feet or know a girl who has feet who would love these flip flops? what would you pay for them? I'm just curious?&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/23382516-3526175736864899059?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-feet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SkU94TARxXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_-yqtLGso4Q/s72-c/melissa+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-8354271992335155274</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T17:27:58.590-07:00</atom:updated><title>tuesdaycakes</title><description>Not sure if the lovemyabbie people all read the cup cake blog, but just incase you are interested.  Todays cupcake was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tuesdaycakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tuesdaycakes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-8354271992335155274?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesdaycakes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-6595789899802440396</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T15:08:35.093-07:00</atom:updated><title>what Abbie did this morning</title><description>I got this game for Abbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B00000K3XI/sr=8-1/qid=1244152892/ref=dp_image_text_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;n=165793011&amp;amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;qid=1244152892&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B00000K3XI/sr=8-1/qid=1244152892/ref=dp_image_text_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;n=165793011&amp;amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;qid=1244152892&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it.  I thought it would be something I'd have to help her with, but I got her started and backed off.  She got through 21 of the cards without much help really and was disappointed when we had to put it away.  I'm always amazed to watch her solve puzzles, she LOVES them and she's really good at them.  Letters not always so much, but puzzles are like heaven for her.  Sort of the opposite of me, so that's probably why I'm so impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking for a good gift, this is perfect.  Mighty Mind is what it's called and like I said she played until I made her stop.  She also loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B000NNLNW8/?tag=googhydr-20&amp;amp;hvadid=3201567235&amp;amp;ref=pd_sl_45g5lvvb93_e"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/dp/B000NNLNW8/?tag=googhydr-20&amp;amp;hvadid=3201567235&amp;amp;ref=pd_sl_45g5lvvb93_e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-6595789899802440396?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-abbie-did-this-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-3469179051546696125</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 21:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T14:10:50.985-07:00</atom:updated><title>what I did this afternoon</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sh2rk2qu0dI/AAAAAAAAATk/G8sV-Je7Yag/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340613382769660370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sh2rk2qu0dI/AAAAAAAAATk/G8sV-Je7Yag/s320/IMG_1872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sh2rkghojkI/AAAAAAAAATc/bhvkRn6Izvg/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340613376825921090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sh2rkghojkI/AAAAAAAAATc/bhvkRn6Izvg/s320/IMG_1869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sh2rkZCZQ6I/AAAAAAAAATU/0c-_JFuDS14/s1600-h/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340613374815847330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sh2rkZCZQ6I/AAAAAAAAATU/0c-_JFuDS14/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my aunts gave me a box full of fabric, most of it Mary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Engelbreit&lt;/span&gt;.  I love Mary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Engelbriet&lt;/span&gt;, I have since the 80's, worked for her in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and some days I wish my house looked like one of her lovely, lovely drawings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I've got some blocks now what to do with them. I'm thinking they should have red material, but was also thinking the soft green from that chair in the last shot would be nice.  It needs more blocks I know if I want it to be a full quilt.  I have almost the same shade of yellow on the walls in the computer room, well on 2 of them anyway.  It would be pretty as a wall hanging in there also, or slightly bigger draped on the futon, who knows.  any suggestions? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-3469179051546696125?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-did-this-afternoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sh2rk2qu0dI/AAAAAAAAATk/G8sV-Je7Yag/s72-c/IMG_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-6402800648739920992</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T18:32:12.771-07:00</atom:updated><title>thank you</title><description>&lt;div&gt;A year ago today we were in Washington DC. Wonderful vacation, wonderful wedding, wonderful time. However the most memorable part of my trip was the visit to Arlington &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/span&gt;. This is the most memorable image for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ShtGFh9hvaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sUIaPmDESrw/s1600-h/107_5937-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339938844007579042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ShtGFh9hvaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sUIaPmDESrw/s400/107_5937-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crisp uniforms, the polished shoe, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spotless&lt;/span&gt; rifle, the closeness of the soldiers, the solid of the stone, the path walked over and over and over and over, it just all took my breath away, but more why they were there, who they were, what they were honoring, the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those who have served, are serving or will serve, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-6402800648739920992?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ShtGFh9hvaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sUIaPmDESrw/s72-c/107_5937-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-158371872758236219</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-15T06:11:57.807-07:00</atom:updated><title>sewing</title><description>Did your mom or grandma or anyone you love ever sew you something?  A blanket, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume, outfit, head band ANYTHING?  Get a sewing machine, buy one, borrow one, steal one and sew something yourself.  Figure it out, stick with it, take the time.  You'll find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;as you&lt;/span&gt; are cutting and stitching and ripping seams and resewing and trimming threads just exactly how much they cared for you.  You will know even more how much they cared if you wait until you have EXACTLY the amount of time left you need to finish the project and then subtract 10%.  Oh, and make sure that just as you are starting to sew that you realize there was one thing you had to have that you completely forgot and the store is 20 min away and closes in 15 RUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Abbie a dress last night, not the first probably not the last, but ever time I sew her something I am reminded of all the care and love that went into every stitch of anything that was ever made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-158371872758236219?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sewing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-3190576936643321828</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T14:26:00.191-07:00</atom:updated><title>heard in the car</title><description>as I'm loading up and getting out of the garage etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie:  hmmmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;me: silence. &lt;br /&gt;Abbie:  mommy, I said hmmmmmmmmmmm...............&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: mommy, I said hmmm, that means I'm thinking of something.  when I say hmmmm, you say whatcha thinking about Abbie.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: hmmmmmmmmmm...............&lt;br /&gt;me: Abbie, whatcha thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: I can't tell you mommy, it's a secret just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I can say is WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-3190576936643321828?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/heard-in-car.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-1771595668500808473</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T11:08:05.997-07:00</atom:updated><title>dentist=disaster</title><description>At least it did today.  Abbie's first dentist visit.  She was excited, we didn't make a big deal about it, didn't talk too much about it.  We just said they would take some pictures with a special machine, that they would clean her teeth and that might tickle and then the dentist would touch them with a pointy thing and she wouldn't feel it at all. MAJOR MELT DOWN.  I have no idea why, there were no shots involved at all.  The dentist barely could look in there and finally said she looks good, I'm sure her teeth are fine, is this the form you need signed.  You'd think she had a root canal.  Her face was all red and blotchy, the little paper bib was SOAKED from tears.  So we let the dentist sign the paper and left.  No sticker, not treat from the box &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;.  And in the car she said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, they can tickle my teeth now mommy.  HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-1771595668500808473?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dentistdisaster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-4143366812941685563</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T06:11:03.126-07:00</atom:updated><title>Abbie &amp; Maddie</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had my mom's dog the last couple of weeks. Dog sitting has been interesting. I think my allergies are ready for the dog to go home, but my daughter is not. She loves having Maddie for so many different reasons. She has someone to boss around, she has someone to play outside with her, she has someone to snuggle on the floor with, she has someone to eat what she drops, she calls Maddie her sister so she's not an only child and I think it makes her feel like a grown up. I really think I'm allergic to dogs. Who knew, I grew up with a dog assuming the allergies were from crud in the air not the fluffy guy in the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the dog is headed home this weekend. Abbie said she will miss her but it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; she's going home because she was stinking up her room last night. See.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sfr0P0biupI/AAAAAAAAASE/dZjWaMZOtRo/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330841661555784338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sfr0P0biupI/AAAAAAAAASE/dZjWaMZOtRo/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sfr0QHtmhMI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZKwAtI4Klj8/s1600-h/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330841666731803842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sfr0QHtmhMI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZKwAtI4Klj8/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-4143366812941685563?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/abbie-maddie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/Sfr0P0biupI/AAAAAAAAASE/dZjWaMZOtRo/s72-c/IMG_1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-5939805367457325034</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T17:07:54.816-07:00</atom:updated><title>easter goodness</title><description>Here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGmQS8rfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NQAJV-7lWmM/s1600-h/116_6757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325443444900670962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGmQS8rfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NQAJV-7lWmM/s320/116_6757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woa there's another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGnirmDxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rzxgWvjB3ow/s1600-h/116_6763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325443467015753490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGnirmDxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rzxgWvjB3ow/s320/116_6763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;look how many I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGnOHGoBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0y4k4GHYGdI/s1600-h/116_6765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325443461493989394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGnOHGoBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0y4k4GHYGdI/s320/116_6765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got them all except one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGnG68J4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/y1KwJ4JOK1c/s1600-h/116_6764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325443459563923330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGnG68J4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/y1KwJ4JOK1c/s320/116_6764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one we didn't get.  Grandma let Maddie keep it, it's not like we were getting it back and would we have wanted it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGmsRZplI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7LTRI88265Q/s1600-h/116_6762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325443452410373714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGmsRZplI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7LTRI88265Q/s320/116_6762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there's no before pictures of her basket, but she made out good. Someone left the door to the dining room open at mom's and Abbie being the early bird that she is found it before we even realized she was up. Much squealing and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her funny Easter story. I signed up to bring hard boiled eggs to school for their party and kept talking about them getting to die eggs. After a day or so Abbie says "mommy, what means dieing eggs?" Apparently she thought they were going to KILL them. so I explained and she was much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the dress, I made that.  T-shirt and not quite a yard of material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-5939805367457325034?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-goodness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/SefGmQS8rfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NQAJV-7lWmM/s72-c/116_6757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-2022315148747755196</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T11:27:07.985-07:00</atom:updated><title>what it is :)</title><description>&lt;div&gt;What it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an old hawaiian shirt rick put in the goodwill pile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a dress for Abbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScaCm-C-ctI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tDVJW8Z-5P4/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080016159568594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScaCm-C-ctI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tDVJW8Z-5P4/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScaC1IQuyoI/AAAAAAAAANE/SUsO4EkfG2E/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080259419785858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScaC1IQuyoI/AAAAAAAAANE/SUsO4EkfG2E/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not perfect, but for something I made in a couple hours with no pattern it's a good start right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScaCnXfNWLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/A-ySvZg_ckc/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-2022315148747755196?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-it-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScaCm-C-ctI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tDVJW8Z-5P4/s72-c/IMG_1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-1205296202053204779</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T08:09:17.536-07:00</atom:updated><title>Abbie Hugs</title><description>So, no matter what else is going on an Abbie hug makes it all better. Things are crazy lately, no job for me, Rick's job is rocky because it's the same industry I came from (he's feeling secure, but still), every time we turn on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; there's another story about the recession &amp;amp; job loss, car issues, house issues, kid issues.  and then... there's Abbie, sassy as always she can ALWAYS make me laugh (much to her chagrin) and when it's really bad I say "can I have a hug" and she always says "sure mommy"  She never says hang on while I finish this row, or let me finish loading the dish washer or any of that stuff, just "sure mommy"  and she never asks what's wrong or if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every thing's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Just squeezes with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wonder what I did that God thought to give her to me, but every day I'm so thankful she's mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple friends over last night, we had to run an errand (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; we had to go find chocolate vodka, I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; that I was in a liquor store with her, such a south city &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoosier&lt;/span&gt; I am)  anyway, in the car we were all laughing and goofing around and she piped up something.  I'm not sure what she said, but I saw her face in my mirror and she was just pretending she knew what we were talking about and wanted to throw something in the conversation.  I CRACKED UP.  She's so funny and grown up sometimes and other times she's just that 4 year old little girl.  At some point I said what ever to someone and she doesn't believe it's a good word, so she scolded me in the car with my friends.  It was so funny listening to her be me, she sounded JUST like me.  Sometimes it's nice to hear myself coming out of my mouth, know she's listening and learning from me, other times I just want to roll over and die realizing she's listening to EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****if you aren't from St. Louis, you may not know hoosier except as in Indiana Hoosier, well where I come from it's not a good thing, but I'm from south city and there's a little hoosier in all of us, at least we had shoes on the baby in the liquor store :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-1205296202053204779?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/abbie-hugs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-6369745157323092141</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T11:05:14.705-07:00</atom:updated><title>clothes</title><description>Most mornings Abbie picks her own outfits. Sometimes she is TOTALLY coordinated and cute, others looks like the light was off when she picked. However, she always looks beautiful, at least her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt; thinks so. Here's today's outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScKJHWhqHrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k8i0XUFa3Fg/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314961269649448626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScKJHWhqHrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k8i0XUFa3Fg/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one with the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScKJH6Kt9HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/H0gnSu3x3uk/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314961279216907378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScKJH6Kt9HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/H0gnSu3x3uk/s320/IMG_1495.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/23382516-6369745157323092141?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/clothes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScKJHWhqHrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k8i0XUFa3Fg/s72-c/IMG_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-6512264566503532350</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 23:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T16:11:22.724-07:00</atom:updated><title>Abbie stuff</title><description>&lt;div&gt;I haven't been posting much about Abbie. She's still wonderful, but some how she's turned into a 17 year old in a 3 year olds body. Not sure how to deal with that, but we are doing our best. I figure she'll be a lawyer with the way she negotiates things, like bed time, dinner, what clothes to wear and how flip flops are perfectly acceptable in single digit weather. It's keeping us on our toes that's for DANG sure. And her responses to us, BLOW ME AWAY. She was playing music this weekend at the market, and it was chilly, the guys playing had coats, some had hats and scarves, I asked her if she wanted her coat, at least the hood on her head and the rest just hanging. I got the EYE ROLL of all time, I don't think even I can roll my eyes like that without whiplash. So she played in just her dress, see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScAtqIr7SqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AjRIA3Km_Ro/s1600-h/3357058921_319c4eb7b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314297762206665378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScAtqIr7SqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AjRIA3Km_Ro/s320/3357058921_319c4eb7b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's charile with the coat, scarf, hat AND gloves. Even Grandpa has a coat and hat on.  Abbie would have bare feet if I'd let her.  Least she had fun right?  Last year she played once, osh kosh over alls and bare feet.  Some lady kept saying "look that baby got no shoes"  I wanted to yell out "she does, honest there are $50 shoes from stride rite in the stroller right here next to her see if you can get her to wear them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a great afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-6512264566503532350?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/abbie-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AIqUxXgylo/ScAtqIr7SqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AjRIA3Km_Ro/s72-c/3357058921_319c4eb7b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23382516.post-4848088342634804221</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T12:53:48.189-07:00</atom:updated><title>Abbie says</title><description>I don't buy pop tarts, don't really like them, didn't grow up eating them.  My daughter, however, thinks they are gold.  She saw someone eating them Friday night and I caved and bought a box on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday I gave her one, told her if she had it in the morning she couldn't have one until the next day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; mom she says that's fine.  On with the pop tart eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes later&lt;br /&gt;Abbie- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm ready for another pop tart&lt;br /&gt;me- remember I said if you have one now no more until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Abbie- ugh!&lt;br /&gt;10 more minutes&lt;br /&gt;Abbie- can I have another pop tart&lt;br /&gt;me- remember what I said about pop tarts&lt;br /&gt;Abbie- &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ugh, I was hoping you would forget by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny. &lt;br /&gt;Abbie asked me to make her some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;, I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; let's get out the beads.  We picked beads, we picked the clasp, we got the string.  What should we make I say, a bracelet for my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;foot waist&lt;/span&gt; she says.  She either didn't know the word ankle or just didn't think of ankle.  I think foot waist sounds better anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23382516-4848088342634804221?l=lovemyabbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lovemyabbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/abbie-says.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abbie's mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>