<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:29:35.956-05:00</updated><category term='Family Fun'/><category term='Friends are Forever'/><title type='text'>NaeNae in North Carolina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4750722383741000824</id><published>2009-10-13T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:58:36.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Busy</title><content type='html'>It has been months since I last posted.  Sorry...  I'll try to get back on this thing ASAP.  It's like riding a bike, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4750722383741000824?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4750722383741000824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4750722383741000824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4750722383741000824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4750722383741000824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-busy.html' title='Life Is Busy'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-5332693748512432679</id><published>2009-05-23T22:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:10:30.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have ADD?</title><content type='html'>This is not a joke.  I think I have ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder).  I think I've always had it (perhaps a mild case).  I've just learned to cope with it.  I've been doing a lot of research on the subject.  I have many of the symptoms and feel it has become worse over the last few years.  Is that possible?  I'm asking for some input here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Symptoms of ADD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily Distracted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I have never been able to work on projects or do sustained reading with distractions of any kind - music playing, people talking, TV on in the background, etc.  I do my best work/reading in a quiet, stimuli-free environment.  I think that's one of the reasons I've always been a "night owl."  I read at night, do school work at night, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Difficulty concentrating on one thing at a time &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Very true!  I'm not a multi-tasker.  My brain will not allow it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Has a hard time focusing or paying attention during conversations, listening to others, or while reading &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Again, very true!  I have trained myself to focus during conversations/listening, but still find myself wandering off and ask to have things repeated.  This is one thing I hate about myself.  I really DO try to be a good listener.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Forgets things like appointments or obligations &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(This has gotten much worse.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rouble following directions that have multiple steps &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I make a habit of writing things down.  Otherwise, I would have to ask to have directions repeated - another coping mechanism.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tends to procrastinate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;  (HELLO!  That's my middle name!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ouble prioritizing information &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Not so much.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tends to get impatient easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;  (Another symptom that seems to be getting worse.  When I AM paying attention in conversation, I sometimes  find it hard to wait my turn to speak.   I have to force myself NOT to interrupt others when talking.  I also do A LOT of counting to 10 when things aren't moving as quickly as I want them to.  I despise the feeling of impatience in the pit of my stomach!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feels restless and antsy &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(When I'm bored, yes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loses track of time and has trouble with time management &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Losing track of time?  No.  Time management?  Yes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Often misplaces or has difficulty finding things at home or at work&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Getting worse.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Acts before thinking through consequences &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(No!  I always think about consequences.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Speaks or blurts out before thinking about the impact your words will have on others &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (I hope not.  I usually go out of my way NOT to hurt people.  Even the ones who annoy me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tends to have lots of racing thoughts  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (No.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gets bored easily &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (Yes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tends to make careless mistakes when working on a tedious or difficult project  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(This doesn't apply to me.  I am usually very meticulous when working on projects.  However, I cannot have any distractions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Takes risks frequently  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm not a risk taker.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...According to this list of symptoms, I have 11 out of 17.  What do you think?  I'm seriously thinking about talking to my doctor about this.  Kevin thinks I'm being silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-5332693748512432679?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5332693748512432679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=5332693748512432679' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5332693748512432679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5332693748512432679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-i-have-add.html' title='Do I have ADD?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4478630427930416815</id><published>2009-05-10T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:24:11.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>So far, this has been a wonderful day.  I was greeted this morning to a giggling, curly-headed little girl, hiding under the covers in my bed.  Ella said, "Happy Mother's Day," when I pulled the covers down.  K-Bugg had tons of Mother's Day gifts and handmade cards she has been working on all week at home and at school.  Could it get any better than that?  Yes, it could!  Breakfast, balloons, flowers, cards and presents - including new flip flops and clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am currently at home, waiting on my family to return from the store.  Kevin took the girls to purchase worms and sub sandwiches for an afternoon of fishing and a picnic lunch at the park.  The girls got new fishing rods from Maw Maw Catherine (their great grandma) and have been looking for an excuse to use them.  Today seems like the perfect day to test out those new rods!  I wish you were here, Maw Maw - to see the girls fishing today!  Happy Mother's Day to you (Maw Maw Catherine), my Mom, Maw Maw Billie, and Nana Tracy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4478630427930416815?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4478630427930416815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4478630427930416815' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4478630427930416815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4478630427930416815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7159783843694974308</id><published>2009-03-15T12:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:19:31.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel Has Lost Her Wings!</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been a challenging one with Ella.  For whatever reason, she has decided our family's &lt;a href="http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-meeting.html"&gt;"Rules"&lt;/a&gt; are not for her.  She has adamantly refused to listen or follow directions at times.  When asked to go to "Time Out" for her bad behavior, her reply has been, "NO!"  What could have been a 2 minute time out, turned into a 2 hour "redirecting" event on Saturday (4 am to 6 am) and a 30 minute "redirecting" session this afternoon (at nap time).  Not only has she refused to sit in Time Out - but has also tried to get out of Time Out with hitting and spitting (REAL spitting - not cute little raspberry spitting)!  I have to admit, Nanny 911 and Super Nanny tactics have really gotten me through the past two days!  I didn't have these strategies with Kellynn, and I gave up too quickly with her.  This taught Kellynn how to manipulate us as parents at an early age.  It took years (and I mean years) to get Kellynn on the right path of following directions.  Ella hasn't been so lucky!  I've had Super Nanny under my belt this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/76/23/Supernanny_Jo_Frost.0.0.0x0.300x375.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/76/23/Supernanny_Jo_Frost.0.0.0x0.300x375.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7159783843694974308?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7159783843694974308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7159783843694974308' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7159783843694974308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7159783843694974308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-angel-has-lost-her-wings.html' title='My Angel Has Lost Her Wings!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2883391650843904072</id><published>2009-03-07T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:07:46.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nae Nae's Notes</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It's been awhile since I've updated my blog.  Let's see if I can catch everyone up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kellynn turned 7 years old at the end of January.  She had her first sleepover with three friends.  The Ringling Bros. and Barnum &amp; Bailey Circus was in town that weekend, so we took the kids to the circus.  It was a blast!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Ella is doing really well with potty training.  She stays dry all day long (in her big girl panties).  She rarely has an accident when it comes to peeing.  However, pooping in the potty doesn't happen as often as I would hope.  Any suggestions on how I can encourage her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  "Shelby the Super Dog" is now in Dog Obedience classes.  I've never trained a dog before, so I am learning a lot.  I look forward to our class each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  We had another snow day on Monday of this week.  We got about 3-4 inches of snow. Kellynn played in it all day long.  Ella was over it after 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Kevin had the flu this past week.  He was home for three days.  Now I'm feeling under the weather.  I hope it's not the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Kellynn and I went skiing on Tuesday and Wednesday.  We skipped school and took a "Girls Trip" to Sugar Mountain with one of her little friends from school.  Her friend's family has a condo right on one of the ski slopes.  Kellynn wasn't happy about it, but I signed her up for a private skiing lesson (a refresher course).  After one hour, Kellynn picked up skiing again and was ready to take the ski lift all the way to the top of the mountain!  I was amazed at how quickly she picked it back up after two years.  She skis faster than I do!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  We took the cover off of the pool today.  Spring is just around the corner, so we thought we'd get a jump start on getting the pool ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2883391650843904072?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2883391650843904072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2883391650843904072' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2883391650843904072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2883391650843904072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/03/nae-naes-notes.html' title='Nae Nae&apos;s Notes'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2721742899347611565</id><published>2009-01-20T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:03:26.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Snow Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SXY508M0GlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/l8MOThKSPEc/s1600-h/100_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SXY508M0GlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/l8MOThKSPEc/s400/100_1514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293481993696451154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much anticipation, my "Snow Angels" were able to get out into the snow and play.  It felt like Christmas Eve as they went to bed last night (the weather man forecasted 3 - 6 inches).  When we woke up around 7:00, there was maybe an inch and half.  It continued to snow until lunchtime.  We probably got a total of 3 inches at the most.  It was enough to get the girls excited (especially Kellynn).  We couldn't get dressed fast enough!  The girls had a blast sledding, riding around on the four wheeler, throwing snowballs and making their own snow angels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2721742899347611565?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2721742899347611565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2721742899347611565' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2721742899347611565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2721742899347611565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-snow-angels.html' title='My Snow Angels'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SXY508M0GlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/l8MOThKSPEc/s72-c/100_1514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-49471724307826082</id><published>2009-01-18T09:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:17:57.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>911...Vet Emergency</title><content type='html'>Last night, Shelby - The Super Dog, gave us a scare.  Somehow, she hurt her leg/foot and wouldn't walk on it at all.  Being the good dog she is, she never cried or whined about the injury.  I didn't even realize she was hurt until she wouldn't get up and kept giving me the "sad, puppy dog" eyes.  When I made her get up, she limped around, not wanting to put her foot down.  She let me look at it and move it around, without a single whimper.  We watched her for about an hour, then decided to take her to the emergency vet  when she still refused to walk.  Before leaving for the vet's office, we took Shelby out for one last chance to use the bathroom.  A miracle happened.  One minute she couldn't walk on her foot - the next minute she is running around like there was nothing wrong!  By the time we got back into the house, there was no sign that her leg had ever been injured.  Weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-49471724307826082?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/49471724307826082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=49471724307826082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/49471724307826082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/49471724307826082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/911vet-emergency.html' title='911...Vet Emergency'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7847177257048083828</id><published>2009-01-12T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:02:45.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWwQZqS-kWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bQoBynTMbVo/s1600-h/100_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWwQZqS-kWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bQoBynTMbVo/s400/100_1487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290621695290151266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Bugg recently started taking Taekwondo lessons.  Two of her little friends from school began lessons a few months ago and she has been begging us to take her ever since.  After swimming lessons ended, we went for a free trial of Taekwondo.  After observing one lesson, I knew this was for her!  Discipline, discipline, discipline!  The instructor is all about discipline and perseverance.  The words, "I can't" are not allowed.  His motto is -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; You will keep trying until you can!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7847177257048083828?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7847177257048083828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7847177257048083828' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7847177257048083828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7847177257048083828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/karate-kid.html' title='Karate Kid'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWwQZqS-kWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bQoBynTMbVo/s72-c/100_1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1672808837614565243</id><published>2009-01-12T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:02:28.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Years and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWv1yxWvznI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DxhXpqq-Zlc/s1600-h/100_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWv1yxWvznI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DxhXpqq-Zlc/s200/100_1499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290592439867788914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, I celebrated my 36th birthday.  Since I'm over "the hump" of 35, I guess I'm officially in my "late" 30s!  Honestly, the time has passed by so quickly.  I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to agree with my Dad and grandmother (Maw Maw Catherine) - the older you get, the faster the years go by!  I feel like age is just a number, so no - I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel old.  Perhaps when I reach the 40 milestone, I might change my mind.  What are your thoughts on age?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1672808837614565243?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1672808837614565243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1672808837614565243' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1672808837614565243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1672808837614565243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/36-years-and-counting.html' title='36 Years and Counting...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWv1yxWvznI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DxhXpqq-Zlc/s72-c/100_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4836986530419677603</id><published>2009-01-07T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:42:16.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Family Member</title><content type='html'>I've been saying, "No!" for years.  I've had no desire to add additional responsibilities to my plate.  The "No!" has been a firm one (or so I thought)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWvGEKWJsaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tNW3-SbkX74/s1600-h/100_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWvGEKWJsaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tNW3-SbkX74/s400/100_1448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290539962075820450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shelby- The Super Dog" (the girls named her) came to live with us on New Years Eve. We adopted her from a family who could no longer take care of her.  We were told she was a Beagle - but after a little research, we think she's an English Pointer.  She is 6 months old and completely housebroken.  Leash trained?  That's another story!  I have never considered myself a "dog person" - but this dog has stolen my heart.  She is the sweetest thing!  And to the family members who laughed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; when I told them about my new dog - kiss this!  You know you want to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWvUmiv-OxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8KgYem8MUEg/s1600-h/100_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWvUmiv-OxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8KgYem8MUEg/s400/100_1478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290555945904913170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4836986530419677603?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4836986530419677603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4836986530419677603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4836986530419677603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4836986530419677603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-family-member_07.html' title='A New Family Member'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWvGEKWJsaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tNW3-SbkX74/s72-c/100_1448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7499825495979247383</id><published>2009-01-07T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:39:16.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Havoc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWVZO5-tecI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NS4qTH-dFb4/s1600-h/100_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWVZO5-tecI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NS4qTH-dFb4/s400/100_1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288731450033404354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Although the holidays were a blast, I'm glad they are over.  The girls were on a "sugar high" (literally and figuratively) over Christmas!  Each year I look forward to seeing how the girls will react to Christmas.  This was the most exciting Christmas so far!  Kellynn was beside herself with the anticipation of Santa coming.  Of course, the threat of daily emails to Santa kept her in check most of the time.  And although Ella would have no part of talking to Santa, she certainly welcomed him to bring presents!  In honor of his visit, we baked special Christmas cookies and decorated each one differently.  Above is a picture of our work in progress.  I think he really enjoyed the cookies.  I know I did!          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7499825495979247383?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7499825495979247383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7499825495979247383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7499825495979247383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7499825495979247383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-havoc.html' title='Holiday Havoc'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SWVZO5-tecI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NS4qTH-dFb4/s72-c/100_1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1209376898499109131</id><published>2008-11-17T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:04:47.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Meeting</title><content type='html'>Last night, we held our first official "Family Meeting."  Did anyone else have these growing up?  You know...the ones where the s**t has hit the fan, and everyone has to sit down around the dinner table to talk about it?  I'm not sure I ever thought I would actually have one of these as a parent - but the time came last night, and so far, it has worked wonders.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see - I have a 6 (almost 7) year old.  The attitude and talking back has just started to blossom.  Here lately, it seems any request or comment is answered with a disrespectful tone of voice or argument.  Combine that with whining and constant fighting between siblings - and you have yourself a reason to drink yourself to sleep by the end of the day!  Last night, Kevin and I were both ready to send some kids packing!  That's when we decided it was time for a "Family Meeting."  As a family, we came up with 4 rules to follow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No whining or arguing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be kind to your sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up after yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;We discussed acceptable consequences, made a poster, and posted the rules in the house.  At this point, we've had 4 "Time Outs" and one privilege taken away.  I have to say, there hasn't been as much drama with the "Time Outs."  Normally, I hear a lot of crying or arguing when "Time Outs" are given.  Today, they were given and accepted.  When I questioned K-Bugg about the sudden change in behavior, her answer was simple.  "We've never &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; rules before.  Now I know I have to follow them."  (Just for the record - we've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; had the same rules.  They were never written down.)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1209376898499109131?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1209376898499109131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1209376898499109131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1209376898499109131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1209376898499109131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-meeting.html' title='Family Meeting'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2792234190725477480</id><published>2008-11-04T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:59:25.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SRD9yo5VpoI/AAAAAAAAALg/Bt_nFqlZqGs/s1600-h/100_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SRD9yo5VpoI/AAAAAAAAALg/Bt_nFqlZqGs/s400/100_0880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987010809308802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SRD9yNuHJdI/AAAAAAAAALY/6UnpJG51isw/s1600-h/100_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SRD9yNuHJdI/AAAAAAAAALY/6UnpJG51isw/s400/100_0875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987003514463698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls had a great Halloween this year.  I was out of town on Thursday and Friday for a teachers' Math conference.  I came home early (Shhhh!  Don't tell anyone) to get ready for trick-or-treating.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2792234190725477480?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2792234190725477480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2792234190725477480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2792234190725477480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2792234190725477480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SRD9yo5VpoI/AAAAAAAAALg/Bt_nFqlZqGs/s72-c/100_0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6296128534494579927</id><published>2008-10-26T07:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:33:12.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SQRi9Kcq6CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/E6TW46T3Jpc/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SQRi9Kcq6CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/E6TW46T3Jpc/s400/DSC02087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261439067591731234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Kelly and I traveled to Florida with the kids to visit family.  We had a great time!  While there - Kelly, Jennifer, and I went out for a "Girls' Night."  It was nice to spend time with my sisters.  I love you both, so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6296128534494579927?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6296128534494579927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6296128534494579927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6296128534494579927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6296128534494579927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/10/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SQRi9Kcq6CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/E6TW46T3Jpc/s72-c/DSC02087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7760537808795804934</id><published>2008-09-30T19:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:21:50.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);   line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Five things I LOVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weekends with nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; sleep (This doesn't happen very often.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watching movies or reading a "gripping" book I cannot put down!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Diet Mt. Dew / coffee (I guess I should simply put caffeine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five things I HATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; of dirty hands or feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Negative people  (I'm at my breaking point, people! I can only "grin and bear it" for so long!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confrontations (After my last comment, you'd wonder.  But it's true!)          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;My procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poop in the bathtub (Yes, I had to deal with this last night...It's called a 2 year old!)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);  line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://etanner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;, for the posting idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);   line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 40, 49);   line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/18378010-7760537808795804934?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7760537808795804934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7760537808795804934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7760537808795804934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7760537808795804934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4255219757387410100</id><published>2008-09-01T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:11:12.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool - Complete (for the most part)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SLwwAKnsnUI/AAAAAAAAALI/JkccNmIBgnQ/s1600-h/pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SLwwAKnsnUI/AAAAAAAAALI/JkccNmIBgnQ/s400/pool.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241116845761404226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pool is finished, aside from a few minor details.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things left to do:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;landscaping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fencing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;installation of the slide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/18378010-4255219757387410100?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4255219757387410100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4255219757387410100' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4255219757387410100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4255219757387410100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/09/pool-complete-for-most-part.html' title='Pool - Complete (for the most part)!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SLwwAKnsnUI/AAAAAAAAALI/JkccNmIBgnQ/s72-c/pool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-3837000706805825134</id><published>2008-09-01T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:03:04.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SLwtbXi6xdI/AAAAAAAAALA/V1dVdB9KEaY/s1600-h/Kellynn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SLwtbXi6xdI/AAAAAAAAALA/V1dVdB9KEaY/s400/Kellynn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241114014552606162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above is a photo of Kellynn on her first day of school.  She's a big 1st grader now!  She had a great first week.  She loves her new teacher and has already become the teacher's helper!  She is so independent at school.  It makes me a little sad.  Every morning when we get to school, she is ready to see her friends. Who cares about Mom, right?!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-3837000706805825134?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3837000706805825134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=3837000706805825134' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3837000706805825134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3837000706805825134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SLwtbXi6xdI/AAAAAAAAALA/V1dVdB9KEaY/s72-c/Kellynn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1470752731036088218</id><published>2008-08-17T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:50:12.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Officially Ends...</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my Summer vacation. I go back to work tomorrow, dragging my feet. I do not look forward to this for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer is over (for me, anyway)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up early (I'm not a morning person)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will miss quality time with my girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leisure time is shortened to the weekends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limited time in the pool (No, it's not finished yet - but we have been swimming in it anyway! It still sits as it did weeks ago. This time, we're waiting on concrete work to be completed.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up with a swollen eye this morning. It's not pink eye. The skin on my eyelid feels itchy and irritated. I washed my face with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;antibacterial&lt;/span&gt; soap yesterday. I have been battling eczema for a year now. Over the winter, I got it on the same eyelid. I think the soap must have flared it up again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1470752731036088218?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1470752731036088218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1470752731036088218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1470752731036088218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1470752731036088218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-officially-ends.html' title='Summer Officially Ends...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-9196445080014200054</id><published>2008-07-27T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:29:39.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Pool?!</title><content type='html'>Everyone keeps asking when the pool is going to be finished.  Remember when I mentioned we were told 5 - 7 business days?  Well, that went out the window a week ago!  Sure...the pool company can put the pool in, in that amount of time.  But that doesn't include all of the other details that must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orchestrated&lt;/span&gt; to happen at the "right" time (inspections, electricians, grading, concrete work, fencing, etc.).  Since my last post, the liner was put in and the pool was filled with water.  At first, it was only filled half way due to specifications of an inspection.  After it passed inspection, it was completely filled with water and some grading work was done around the outside.  On Saturday, the electrician came out to hook up the power to the pump.  He was not able to finish and said he would be back on &lt;em&gt;Friday -&lt;/em&gt;as in, &lt;em&gt;a week later&lt;/em&gt;.  A week later?  I'm not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-9196445080014200054?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9196445080014200054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=9196445080014200054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/9196445080014200054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/9196445080014200054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-pool.html' title='What Pool?!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-3232490357198369394</id><published>2008-07-21T20:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:41:55.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pool Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5 - Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2-inch layer of Vermiculite (a sand substance) was troweled onto the pool floor to create a smooth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;debris&lt;/span&gt;-free surface. It looks very much like concrete, but has a softer consistency. It takes a few days for this to "set up" or harden. (Vermiculite is very porous, allowing water to pass through it in case of a leak.) This was the last step before installing the liner. The liner was pulled into place over the Vermiculite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6oN5djdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b0QnM-L9kz4/s1600-h/100_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647405233180114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6oN5djdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b0QnM-L9kz4/s320/100_0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6oWR9A_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-nzazcC2PSs/s1600-h/100_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647407483388914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6oWR9A_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-nzazcC2PSs/s320/100_0652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6oms0yaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cnjMHQp27uM/s1600-h/100_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647411891063202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6oms0yaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cnjMHQp27uM/s320/100_0653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6o-gMrtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jlKU_Cb08Xs/s1600-h/100_0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647418280554194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6o-gMrtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jlKU_Cb08Xs/s320/100_0655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6pCauKpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qkH-wSHW3KU/s1600-h/100_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647419331324562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6pCauKpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qkH-wSHW3KU/s320/100_0658.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/18378010-3232490357198369394?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3232490357198369394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=3232490357198369394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3232490357198369394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3232490357198369394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-pool-stuff.html' title='More Pool Stuff...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIU6oN5djdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b0QnM-L9kz4/s72-c/100_0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6512327450569468257</id><published>2008-07-17T18:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:05:44.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 4 - Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls and steps to the pool are now in place. A 3-foot concrete footing was poured around the outside base to keep everything secure. In addition, all of the plumbing was installed. The rest of the day was spent on the final grading of the pool floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIUyKxMeTuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/38iU3hjuFlY/s1600-h/100_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225638103219064546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIUyKxMeTuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/38iU3hjuFlY/s320/100_0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIUyLE9ypDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ceQWcwFY67o/s1600-h/100_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225638108526191666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIUyLE9ypDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ceQWcwFY67o/s320/100_0646.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/18378010-6512327450569468257?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6512327450569468257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6512327450569468257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6512327450569468257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6512327450569468257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-continues.html' title='The Pool Continues'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SIUyKxMeTuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/38iU3hjuFlY/s72-c/100_0644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2481819561039343972</id><published>2008-07-16T19:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:25:12.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Construction Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 3 - Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of today was spent finishing up the grading of the pool. A Bobcat was brought in to complete this part of the construction. Afterwards, the walls of the pool were put in place but not yet secured. Tomorrow, I imagine the steps will be put in and the walls secured. A concrete footing will also go around the base of the walls. We hope to go with a decorative stamped concrete around the deck of the pool. The pool company only does "regular" concrete work, so this will have to be subcontracted out. A guy came out to talk to us about this process and brought brochures and sample colors to choose from. We like the natural stone look.  If we go with this, it will probably push out our completion date which was originally 5 - 7 business days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6bcT1DhVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ke1hxV8dfuU/s1600-h/100_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223783528457798994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6bcT1DhVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ke1hxV8dfuU/s320/100_0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6bc3B-8dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RynM1ak0-EU/s1600-h/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223783537907266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6bc3B-8dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RynM1ak0-EU/s320/100_0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6bdjMcLSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2VAqMbRXcAU/s1600-h/100_0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223783549762284834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6bdjMcLSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2VAqMbRXcAU/s320/100_0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6beIqOI7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0ptkG22Sgkw/s1600-h/100_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223783559819305906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6beIqOI7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0ptkG22Sgkw/s320/100_0634.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/18378010-2481819561039343972?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2481819561039343972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2481819561039343972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2481819561039343972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2481819561039343972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-construction-continues.html' title='Pool Construction Continues'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH6bcT1DhVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ke1hxV8dfuU/s72-c/100_0620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7365952149738537540</id><published>2008-07-15T16:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:38:29.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Construction Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 1 - Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much anticipation, the pool company showed up around 10:00 a.m. to "layout" the pool. This took about 30 minutes to complete (measuring, placing stakes in the ground, perimeter painted, etc.). After a few additional minutes of adjusting the pool's perimeter, it was finally finished and ready for digging. They started digging around lunchtime and continued until about 8:00 p.m. I'm not sure what I expected, but the digging process turned out to be a very slow-moving ordeal. I guess I expected them to haphazardly dig a huge hole and throw in a pool. I've learned there's a "Science" to pool digging. Don't get me wrong...I'm thankful and appreciative of their conscientiousness. I have no doubt it will be built correctly - not to mention, Kevin is home this week to supervise every aspect of the construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1OfPsQvzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pF5WldOO2CU/s1600-h/100_0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223417441514733362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1OfPsQvzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pF5WldOO2CU/s320/100_0575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PUv0HwVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zIHNzKv63CU/s1600-h/100_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223418360670699858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PUv0HwVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zIHNzKv63CU/s320/100_0584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PVAopp1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8p1X041KmhQ/s1600-h/100_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223418365185992530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PVAopp1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8p1X041KmhQ/s320/100_0586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PVX_M7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/436TOkECxao/s1600-h/100_0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223418371454594450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PVX_M7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/436TOkECxao/s320/100_0592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1VV29eBeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qnp2g3bvnq8/s1600-h/100_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223424976838591970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1VV29eBeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qnp2g3bvnq8/s320/100_0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PXInIzYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9pojqzwrSEA/s1600-h/100_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223418401686867330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PXInIzYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9pojqzwrSEA/s320/100_0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PV2H6NbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6XIteU18WhQ/s1600-h/100_0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223418379544180146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1PV2H6NbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6XIteU18WhQ/s320/100_0593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 2 - Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging for the pool continued throughout the day. As mentioned before, the digging process is very slow because the grading for the pool must be precise. Every few feet, the excavator must stop digging to allow someone to climb down into the hole and check the grading with an electronic tool (a laser level, I think). Overall, this part of the project is almost complete. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ebF7kecI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ndRLWvI9dF8/s1600-h/100_0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223434962361153986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ebF7kecI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ndRLWvI9dF8/s320/100_0605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ebtMeP1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nTc-O0np2Fs/s1600-h/100_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223434972901031762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ebtMeP1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nTc-O0np2Fs/s320/100_0607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ecKoce_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/xPlHUaQDxG0/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223434980802984946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ecKoce_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/xPlHUaQDxG0/s320/100_0609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ecRyBMUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xHVcVorTvac/s1600-h/100_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223434982722187586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1ecRyBMUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xHVcVorTvac/s320/100_0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7365952149738537540?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7365952149738537540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7365952149738537540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7365952149738537540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7365952149738537540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-construction-begins.html' title='Pool Construction Begins'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SH1OfPsQvzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pF5WldOO2CU/s72-c/100_0575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8808282560174383574</id><published>2008-06-26T19:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:59:59.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>Summer is here! With it, comes lots and lots of movie watching! For those of you who do not know me well, I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; to watch movies. Over the school year, I do not have the time to watch as many as I would like. When summer rolls around, I make up for lost time. Here is a run-down of the movies I have watched recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/strong&gt; with Natalie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Portman&lt;/span&gt;, Scarlett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Johansson&lt;/span&gt; and Eric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bana&lt;/span&gt; - If you like "period" dramas based around historical events, then you will like this one. I give this movie a &lt;strong&gt;B+&lt;/strong&gt;, mainly because I personally like movies of this theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evening&lt;/strong&gt; with Toni Colette (love her), Claire Danes, Glenn Close and Meryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Streep&lt;/span&gt; - This movie takes you on a journey similar to "The Notebook" (one of my favorites). I give this movie a &lt;strong&gt;B+&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/strong&gt; with Katherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heigl&lt;/span&gt; - A cute love story about a girl who is never lucky in love. I give this one a &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers&lt;/strong&gt; with unfamiliar actors (to me, anyway) - Interesting. What else can I say about a movie based on action figure toys? I give it a &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;, so it's not terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/strong&gt; with Katherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heigl&lt;/span&gt;, Seth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rogan&lt;/span&gt; and Paul Rudd - I loved this one! It was pretty funny. It deserves an &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Nanny Diaries&lt;/strong&gt; with Scarlett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Johansson&lt;/span&gt; and Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Linney&lt;/span&gt; - I wasn't sure what this movie was about when I picked it out. I ended up liking it a lot. I also fell in love with the name of the little boy, Grayer. This one gets a &lt;strong&gt;B+&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust, Caution&lt;/strong&gt; - I gave this movie an &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; in the first five minutes of watching it. The trailer (preview) makes it look like an awesome movie. If you like to read subtitles the entire time, this is the movie for you. (The trailer does not indicate subtitles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juno&lt;/strong&gt; with Ellen Page, Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cera&lt;/span&gt; and Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bateman&lt;/span&gt; (love him) - This one's a comedy revolving around an unexpected teen pregnancy. Hilarious! This one gets an &lt;strong&gt;A+&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8808282560174383574?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8808282560174383574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8808282560174383574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8808282560174383574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8808282560174383574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-508969507294020542</id><published>2008-06-18T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:02:03.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip and Slide</title><content type='html'>When is the last time you played on a "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B000OMF90U/ref=dp_image_0/102-9228192-4308941?ie=UTF8&amp;n=165793011&amp;s=toys-and-games"&gt;Slip and Slide&lt;/a&gt;?" For me, not counting Sunday, it's been years...No, maybe decades! On Father's Day, we played outside in the sun all day long. Ella got a Slip and Slide for her birthday earlier this year. We decided to set it up and have some family fun. I was happy just watching them play in the water. Eventually, I was talked into joining the slip and slide fun! We had a blast - but man, am I paying for it! Every muscle between my abs and rear are sore. Just to make an upward movement (like getting out of a chair or the bed) is painful. It's times like these that I feel old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-508969507294020542?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/508969507294020542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=508969507294020542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/508969507294020542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/508969507294020542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/06/slip-and-slide.html' title='Slip and Slide'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4184872085477468647</id><published>2008-06-15T16:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:04:45.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day to the two most important men in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my Dad.  Without you, I wouldn't be here today.  Thanks for always being there when I needed someone to talk to.  I went through some rough times in my adolescence - and you were always there to help guide me (even when I didn't even realize it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to my husband.  Thanks for making my dreams come true.  You were there to convince me that true love &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be a reality.  From that, we have two beautiful, little girls that adore you.  Happy Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4184872085477468647?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4184872085477468647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4184872085477468647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4184872085477468647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4184872085477468647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1766811549936153983</id><published>2008-06-14T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:05:04.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nae Nae's Notes</title><content type='html'>* For as long as I can remember, I've had one dream that I vowed would become a reality. Today, we made it happen by signing a contract to put in a swimming pool. I've been working all week trying to finalize things with the bank on a Home Equity loan. I didn't realize there were so many &lt;em&gt;different kinds &lt;/em&gt;of Home Equity loans to choose from. Now that all of the paperwork is finished, we must wait on the pool company to come and build my dream. I've waited for years for this pool. &lt;em&gt;Never &lt;/em&gt;do I remember the waiting to be so torturous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* K-Bugg got her first "big girl" haircut this week. Sure, she's had her hair trimmed before - but it's never been this short. She looks so cute and grown up. Because her hair was so long, someone suggested she donate her hair to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. She was very excited about doing this. (I will post a picture later. I haven't downloaded them from my camera yet.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The pacifier is officially gone! For months, we've been talking about giving them away to a "new baby." On Tuesday, I helped Ella gather them all up and we took them to Baby Miley. Baby Miley is the &lt;em&gt;newest&lt;/em&gt; baby in our neighborhood. She's not a newborn. She's actually 10 months old. But Ella didn't know the difference. She was completely fine with handing them over to Miley. It's funny to hear her rationalize her "paci" being gone. It's always around bed time. She mentions Baby Miley having her "pacies" - and always follows it up by saying, "Baby Miley is so cute." Never once has she asked for them back. I'm proud of my big girl!  (FYI -  I asked Miley's mother just to toss the pacifiers in the trash.  Miley doesn't even take a paci.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1766811549936153983?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1766811549936153983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1766811549936153983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1766811549936153983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1766811549936153983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/06/nae-naes-notes.html' title='Nae Nae&apos;s Notes'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6816380392708741523</id><published>2008-05-31T09:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:32:17.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life-Changing Event</title><content type='html'>I was over at &lt;a href="http://crabbymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crabby Mama's&lt;/a&gt; earlier this week and found her Q &amp; A "series."  I stumbled across a particular question, and decided I would post it on my blog.  It's one of those questions that really make you think about your life and how certain paths lead you to different places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What one event/decision (if you HAD to choose) do you think most influenced where you are in your life today? How has it affected you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my story:&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the year was 1995.  A friend of mine (Tara) asked me to go to a birthday party with her.  I didn't know &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; at the party except for my friend I came with.  While there, I met Kevin.  I ended up talking to him the entire night.  He was easy to talk to, and in ways, it reminded me of my Dad. (I went to my Dad a lot when I had "serious" things to talk about.  He was a good listener and always had no-nonsense advice.)  Unfortunately, I was in a relationship at the time, so I knew this friendship could go no further.  We continued to run into each other periodically over the next year - through our mutual friends.  Eventually, Kevin moved back home to North Carolina and life carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, I started to realize the relationship I was in, was not the "right one" for me.  Upon hearing this, my friend Tara reminded me of Kevin.  She decided to play "Cupid," and called him to see if he was in a relationship at the time.  (At this point, Kevin and I had not seen or talked to each other since 1996.)  To make a long story short, I finished college 7 months later and moved to North Carolina to be with Kevin.  It was a huge leap of faith to move to NC and to pursue this relationship - but somehow, I just knew it was what I was supposed to do.  So in conclusion, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one event&lt;/span&gt; that most influenced my life, as I know it, was a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; meeting at a birthday party 13 years ago.  It affected my life in a way I never would have imagined!  It left me with a wonderful husband and two precious little girls that mean the world to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The sad part to this story, is that I haven't spoken to my friend Tara in several years now.  If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be sitting here today, posting this story.  So if you're out there, Tara - and you stumble across this blog, email me.  There is a link at the top of this page.  And BTW...Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6816380392708741523?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6816380392708741523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6816380392708741523' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6816380392708741523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6816380392708741523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/05/question-answerfrom-crabby-mama.html' title='A Life-Changing Event'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6515604975532487072</id><published>2008-05-22T18:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:33:59.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown is on...</title><content type='html'>For several things, really.  Currently?  It's bedtime.  My two little ones have tested my level of patience tonight.  Ella is completely off of her schedule after being sick for a week.  We've been to the doctor's office three times over the course of 8 days.  She had a double ear infection that wouldn't go away after antibiotics.  She was given a shot of Rocephin in both legs on Tuesday and is now better.  Unfortunately, her sleeping schedule was disrupted while being sick (as well as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;).  She went back to school today, and is exhausted.  Needless to say, this led to "meltdown" after "meltdown" during our nightly routines tonight.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; I had the added joy of a 6 year old who thinks it's funny to make her baby sister scream with aggravation.  I'm a "big sister" myself, so I know all too well how much fun it is to antagonize little sisters.  (I guess this is where I should apologize to Kelly and Jennifer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; two sisters, for dishing out "big sisterly" love over the years - and apologize to my Mom for having to deal with the aftermath.  I feel your pain tonight, Mom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also counting down the days until Summer Break begins.  There's 11 school days, to be exact.  It's been a long week at work and I'm beat.  I survived my first experience with "testing" in Fourth grade.  Honestly, I felt sick on my stomach for the last three days.  I was worried that my students wouldn't do well and worried that I didn't do enough to prepare them for the "big test."  All in all, I guess I worked myself up for no reason - because they did well.  HIP HIP HOORAY for my kids at school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6515604975532487072?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6515604975532487072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6515604975532487072' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6515604975532487072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6515604975532487072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown-is-on.html' title='The countdown is on...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7846856361600818932</id><published>2008-05-10T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:16:47.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters of Apology...</title><content type='html'>To my husband and girls-&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for working so many hours at school - coming home and putting in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;more time&lt;/span&gt; on school work.  I'm sorry for not spending more of my time with you.   I'm sorry for being "short," stressed out and distant.  I have a lot on my mind with work.  I have never been under this much pressure (self-induced, of course).  Give me one more week and I promise your wife, Mommy, etc will return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my house-&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for neglecting you!  After being at work all day long (and knowing I have brought more work home with me), the last thing I want to do is housework!  If it weren't for Billie (my MIL), my house would be a disgusting mess!  Thanks Billie, for picking up my slack!  I couldn't do it without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my kids at school-&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like I am pounding you right now...I know you are tired.  I just want you guys to do well on your "big test" at the end of the year.  One more week of review and it will be over.  Then we (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;) can relax and enjoy the end of the school year!  Summer Break, here we come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;NaeNae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7846856361600818932?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7846856361600818932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7846856361600818932' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7846856361600818932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7846856361600818932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/05/letters-of-apology.html' title='Letters of Apology...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8521650051693217819</id><published>2008-04-12T08:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:51:35.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Turns Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SAC_fIPTTWI/AAAAAAAAAII/noPDmiv8uxE/s1600-h/invite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SAC_fIPTTWI/AAAAAAAAAII/noPDmiv8uxE/s400/invite1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188357312239324514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe my precious baby is now two years old!  Her birthday was actually at the end of March - but we didn't celebrate until last weekend.  Kelly and I planned a party for both Ella and Grayson.  Their birthdays are so close to one another and it helped out our family traveling from Florida.  This way, they only had to make one trip, instead of two within a couple of weeks of each other.  (FYI - Kelly made the above invitation for their party.  We decided on a "farm" theme since the park had a barn.  Didn't she do a great job?  She is so talented!)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a huge success!  The party was originally planned for Saturday - but had to be changed to Sunday due to the weather.  The kids were so excited and loved playing at the park.  Both Ella and Grayson got a battery powered 4 wheeler for their birthdays.  Maybe it's a boy thing, but Grayson loved his way better than Ella did.  She was more interested in the baby doll she received from her great grandmother, Maw Maw Catherine.  It was cute to watch their excitement with the party, but they were both a little shy when it was time for birthday cake and singing.  Of course, there were probably 40+ people staring at them, so it's understandable.  It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella has changed so much over the past two years.  She was once my laid back, easy going baby.  Over the past couple of weeks, I have witnessed a change I wasn't prepared for.  It's the typical, "I want to be independent" phase.  You know the one...Terrible Twos!  Everything has to be on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; terms - dressing, going to the potty, eating, going to bed, brushing her teeth, and playing (especially when playing with K-Bugg).  As difficult as she can be at times, she still melts my heart with her sweet smile and cute little curls.  And she amazes me everyday with her vocabulary.  I guess being around a talkative big sister has taught her so many things.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Too may things&lt;/span&gt;, at times!  Take for example, rolling of the eyes, or giving me "the hand" (holding it up and telling me, "Stop!").  I also hear "huffing and puffing" when she doesn't like something or when she gets frustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week she tickled me with her new found discoveries.  One night, I went to check on her after putting her to bed.  Instead of sleeping, I found her in the bed with books scattered all around.  "I reading, Mommy!" she said.  I'm not sure how she could see anything in the dark, but she was thumbing through her books with her baby and piggy sitting next to her.  Later, again after putting her to bed, she comes out of her room saying, "I potty, I potty, Mommy!"  When I went to help her go to the bathroom, I discovered that she had changed her "Pull-Up" with a different one.  Somehow, she had managed to put on a new one (it was inside out) and then perfectly replaced her PJ bottoms.  She is too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella's Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;*  Her "baby" (a snuggle blanket that looks like a bear)&lt;br /&gt;*  Her "passy" (which we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; get rid of soon!)&lt;br /&gt;*  Max and Ruby (TV show)&lt;br /&gt;*  Baby dolls&lt;br /&gt;*  Shoes&lt;br /&gt;*  Her big girl panties (She puts them on over her Pull-Ups.)&lt;br /&gt;*  Her big sister&lt;br /&gt;*  Her big sister's things!&lt;br /&gt;*  Oreo (Billie's dog), Sheba and Jingles (our cats)&lt;br /&gt;*  Her new earrings (We had her ears pierced this week.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8521650051693217819?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8521650051693217819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8521650051693217819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8521650051693217819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8521650051693217819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/04/ella-turns-two.html' title='Ella Turns Two!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/SAC_fIPTTWI/AAAAAAAAAII/noPDmiv8uxE/s72-c/invite1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8965934845001976558</id><published>2008-04-05T16:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:47:52.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fwK9FsVZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f5sZcTju08A/s1600-h/DSCF0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fwK9FsVZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f5sZcTju08A/s400/DSCF0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185877566928213394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apparently, I forgot to post this...I found it in my "Drafts."  Sorry K-Bugg!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my "first baby" turns six.  You have grown so quickly right before my eyes.  So many things have changed...You are growing taller and your baby face is turning into the face of a "big girl".  When you smile, I see your big "window" where you've lost your four front teeth.  In your smile, I also see the caring and compassionate child you have grown to be.  Sometimes, your heart gets broken easily - but you are quick to forgive and apolgize at appropriate times.  You love to play chase with us at home.  And a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tickle&lt;/span&gt; is always sure to make you smile.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excelling in Kindergarten - far beyond what I ever expected at this age.  Your are reading books and writing cute little notes to us - always expressing your love.  I am also impressed with your handwriting skills.  You are very meticulous with the formation of your letters.  You want them to be perfect, "just like your teacher's."  You have built new friendships in your first year of school - Kathryn, Kaitlyn, Calia, Emily and GreenLee.  Everyone likes you, and wants to be your "friend."  Even the "big kids" (4th and 5th graders)!  What a special little girl you are, K-Bugg!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite things include:&lt;br /&gt;*  Your baby sister, Ella&lt;br /&gt;*  High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;*  School&lt;br /&gt;*  Swimming&lt;br /&gt;*  Animals &lt;br /&gt;*  Bugs&lt;br /&gt;*  Your new room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8965934845001976558?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8965934845001976558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8965934845001976558' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8965934845001976558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8965934845001976558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/04/six.html' title='Six'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fwK9FsVZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f5sZcTju08A/s72-c/DSCF0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1860955987282301267</id><published>2008-04-03T16:36:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:51:33.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaeNae's Notes (Novel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 1 - Kellynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was a busy month for our family.  We had lots of birthdays - including Kellynn's.  She turned six at the end of the month.  (That is unbelievable to me.)  She wanted to have a swimming party this year.  Luckily, the YMCA in our hometown has an indoor heated pool, so it was possible for her wish to come true in the middle of the Winter.  They had a great time swimming, decorating princess tiaras, and eating birthday treats and cake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Kellynn's birthday, she wanted her bedroom to be "pink."  That sounds like a simple task...a little paint and viola!  Wrong!  It turned into a nightmare of a project.  We had to remove border (wallpaper), which ended up ruining the walls.  Kevin had to do some patchwork and sanding before we could actually paint.  This process took almost two weeks.  After it was painted pink, I promised her I would paint a "garden" in her room.  Some of the flowers I painted - others are actually "pasties" (wallpaper).  I just added grass, stems and bugs.  After about a month, it is finally complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiMtFsVQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VDdSw2Kqn6c/s1600-h/100_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiMtFsVQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VDdSw2Kqn6c/s320/100_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185862203830195458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiM9FsVRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z9WRD-gSj6k/s1600-h/100_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiM9FsVRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z9WRD-gSj6k/s320/100_0258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185862208125162770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiNdFsVSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YUkivUsds8o/s1600-h/100_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiNdFsVSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YUkivUsds8o/s320/100_0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185862216715097378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiNtFsVTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iVB-fpFmt7M/s1600-h/100_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiNtFsVTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iVB-fpFmt7M/s320/100_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185862221010064690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 2 - Going to the Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_flRNFsVUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2gQuil86Dc0/s1600-h/100_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_flRNFsVUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2gQuil86Dc0/s200/100_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185865579674490178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_flRdFsVVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/D70DFo2yGDI/s1600-h/100_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_flRdFsVVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/D70DFo2yGDI/s200/100_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185865583969457490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_flRtFsVWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/djd7qMapzS0/s1600-h/100_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_flRtFsVWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/djd7qMapzS0/s200/100_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185865588264424802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks back, we went to Myrtle Beach for their annual car show.  We went last year for the first time, and had a lot of fun.  This year was a lot of fun too, but I didn't actually make it to the car show this time.  The first day I spent shopping with the girls (Kellynn, Ella, Billie, Kevin's Aunt Judy, his cousin Jennifer and her children).  Later that night, we took the kids to Ripley's aquarium.  They loved the seahorses and sharks.  If Kellynn had it her way, I would have taken 200 pictures of all the fish!  The next day we planned to go to the car show, but Ella got sick with a stomach virus.  I spent the rest of the time in the condo (which I didn't mind).  It was a relaxing trip, which I desperately needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 3 - Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fn9dFsVXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4HBBovZKRJI/s1600-h/100_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fn9dFsVXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4HBBovZKRJI/s200/100_0218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185868538906957170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fn99FsVYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nyZ9F9eKkc8/s1600-h/100_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fn99FsVYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nyZ9F9eKkc8/s200/100_0207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185868547496891778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent Easter at home this year.  Remember the stomach virus I mentioned earlier?  It was Kellynn's turn to have it over Easter break.  Unfortunately, she had it for three days.  This cancelled any plans we had for Easter (dinners, parties, Easter egg hunts, etc.).  Instead she lounged around the house, watching movies and drinking Sprite.  Ella on the other hand, got to go Easter egg hunting at the lake with Billie, my MIL.  She had a great time.  Kellynn was sad she had to miss the festivities.  We made up for it, though!  We dyed Easter eggs and had an Easter egg hunt at our house on Easter Sunday.  Of course, it was just Kellynn and Ella hunting for eggs - but they had a blast.  They made Kevin hide the eggs several times.  Each time, having to count the eggs to make sure we had all 49 of them.  That evening we had Easter dinner at our house.  The girls were happy, because Auntie Crystal came to visit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 4 - Spring Break and Ella's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break was a much needed break for me.  I've been under a lot of self-induced stress at work lately.  I needed a chance to just walk away and not think about school for awhile.  I spent the week doing a *modge podge of things...like going to the doctor, doing some Spring cleaning (getting rid of things), planting my garden, taking the kids to the movies, and celebrating Ella's 2nd birthday.  We did not do a lot for her birthday because Kelly and I have planned a birthday party for both Ella and Grayson.  The party is this weekend, so more on that later.  (*I used this word for Kelly.  It's one of her favorites!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 5 - Financial Freedom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving our tax refund, we paid off my van.  I'm anxious to see what it feels like to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have a car payment.  I haven't been car payment free for years!  Kevin and I talked about putting in a swimming pool or buying a camper for vacationing after paying off the van.  Now, I don't feel the need to tie up the extra money with a big expense.  We really need to start a a college fund for the girls, instead.  Let's weigh the options....pool or college?  I really want the pool, but I need to be more responsible for my girls' future.  Any suggestions on how I can have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 6 - A New Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been growing my hair out for months now.  I thought I wanted it to be long again - but it just turned into a big hassle to get ready every morning.  I decided to go for a new look.  I got it highlighted and cut.  I chose a style that would allow me to wear my hair curly.  I have natural curl in my hair, but have straightened it for years.  I think I like it.  You be the judge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fxHdFsVaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iQZUy7kDwkk/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fxHdFsVaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iQZUy7kDwkk/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185878606310299042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1860955987282301267?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1860955987282301267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1860955987282301267' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1860955987282301267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1860955987282301267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/04/naenaes-notes-novel.html' title='NaeNae&apos;s Notes (Novel)'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R_fiMtFsVQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VDdSw2Kqn6c/s72-c/100_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6820414664228522922</id><published>2008-03-31T20:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:37:00.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive...</title><content type='html'>I'm just collecting my thoughts (lots of them).  Check back later for an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6820414664228522922?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6820414664228522922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6820414664228522922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6820414664228522922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6820414664228522922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-553539996507658273</id><published>2008-02-10T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:40:07.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?</title><content type='html'>In case you were wondering, I've been in a blogging funk lately.  I've had no motivation to update or comment.  Why?  I'm not sure.  However, thanks to &lt;a href="http://morphemepalette.net"&gt;Dena&lt;/a&gt;, I have a new post!  I found the information about myself, very interesting.  Tell me what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Nae Nae Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAYBE, AT TIMES...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT SO MUCH&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A HANDFUL?  NO.  FUN TROUBLE?  I'M GAME.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TRUE&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VERY TRUE&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FLAKY AND IRRESPONSIBLE?  NO&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AGREE&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A LITTLE&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DO OVER ANALYZE BODY LANGUAGE AND SIGNALS - BUT JEALOUSY AND PARANOIA?  NO.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-553539996507658273?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/553539996507658273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=553539996507658273' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/553539996507658273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/553539996507658273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-your-names-hidden-meaning.html' title='What&apos;s Your Name&apos;s Hidden Meaning?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7599789472705385131</id><published>2008-01-21T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:03:49.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our PC Kicked the Bucket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R5VVhuZYQfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SK0APPIxJmU/s1600-h/computer_crash_again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R5VVhuZYQfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SK0APPIxJmU/s320/computer_crash_again.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158122986101293554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a long time coming.  I knew our home computer was on its last leg months ago.  I kept telling my husband something was wrong with it.  He kept brushing it off, saying it was fine.  Yesterday, it officially died!  I was in the middle of making an online purchase from Old Navy, when the screen went blank - like the power went out.  At first, I thought my husband tripped a breaker while working downstairs in the basement.  But after trying to restart the computer several times, I realized quickly he had nothing to do with it!  I kept getting the dreaded black screen with white writing, asking if I wanted to restart Windows normally, or in Safe Mode.  I tried every option given, all with the same conclusion - a black screen.  My computer is fried like a french fry.  Luckily, I had good sense  to see this coming.  I backed up important files and all photos saved on my hard drive about a month ago.  Here is the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; problem I did not foresee...I lost all of my email addresses.  Didn't think of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;one, now &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; I?  Notice the above picture, illustrating my frustration in this situation.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; because my computer died (I was ready to replace it months ago!  My husband accused me of praying for its death.).  But because I've lost my email addresses!  So if you would be kind enough to drop me an email with the much needed info, I would appreciate it!  I can still access my email account from my laptop...just not my address book.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7599789472705385131?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7599789472705385131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7599789472705385131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7599789472705385131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7599789472705385131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/01/pc-kicked-bucket.html' title='Our PC Kicked the Bucket!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R5VVhuZYQfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SK0APPIxJmU/s72-c/computer_crash_again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4459505375707739744</id><published>2008-01-18T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:56:54.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaeNae's Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R5F75OZYQcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xC1wj-vecIg/s1600-h/DSCF0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R5F75OZYQcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xC1wj-vecIg/s320/DSCF0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157039271363232194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posting.  I've been busy with another project called motherhood + a full-time job.  I've had trouble scheduling any time in for myself.  Don't worry though - I've been taking notes...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  K-Bugg went roller skating for the very first time.  She was invited to a birthday party at the local skating rink, and loved every minute of it!  Ella also went skating.  We had a great time!  (Sorry for the horrible picture.  My new camera stinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Ella has decided that clothes are overrated.  It is nearly impossible to get her dressed these days.  And when you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get clothes on her?  She takes them off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Both of the girls have been sick this week.  First, Ella picked up some kind of throat infection - then passed it on to K-Bugg.  It has been a lot of fun with fevers, runny noses and coughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  K-Bugg and I were invited to go on a "Girls Only" skiing trip, but did not get to go because of the sickness in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  We are supposed to get around 5 inches of snow tomorrow.  I can't wait to build a snowman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4459505375707739744?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4459505375707739744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4459505375707739744' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4459505375707739744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4459505375707739744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/01/naenaes-notes.html' title='NaeNae&apos;s Notes'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R5F75OZYQcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xC1wj-vecIg/s72-c/DSCF0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2268589854279356500</id><published>2008-01-06T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:12:29.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>I must be getting old, or something!  Turning 35 on Thursday, has nothing to do with it!  I actually sat down and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chose&lt;/span&gt; to watch the Presidential Debates last night!  I even had three DVDs waiting on me - and I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; picked the debates!  The way I see it, I'm not really getting old.  I'm just feeling more responsible this election, and want to make a good choice when I vote in November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2268589854279356500?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2268589854279356500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2268589854279356500' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2268589854279356500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2268589854279356500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7627283228760315842</id><published>2008-01-05T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:28:54.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R4A1s-ZYQbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G0AofdkgPS0/s1600-h/Eclipse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R4A1s-ZYQbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G0AofdkgPS0/s400/Eclipse.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152177020491809202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas break, I picked up the book, "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer.  While browsing through blogs, I stumbled across one where this book was highly recommended as a "page turner."  I can assure you, this is a true description of the book.  Not only did I finish this book in record time - but I also purchased the next two books in the series, "New Moon" and "Eclipse," and finished those in under a week!  So if you're looking for something to read, and you enjoy fiction/romance/fantasy/thrillers (Oh, and vampires!), then I highly recommend this series.  The next book in the series isn't scheduled to come out until the fall of 2008.  I am patiently waiting.  Until then, I am looking for another book that will keep me equally captivated...Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7627283228760315842?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7627283228760315842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7627283228760315842' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7627283228760315842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7627283228760315842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-edge-of-my-seat.html' title='Twilight Series'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R4A1s-ZYQbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G0AofdkgPS0/s72-c/Eclipse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7173689824244190786</id><published>2007-12-31T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:30:20.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up to Mayhem</title><content type='html'>Ella is in a "big girl bed" now.  We have been working with her for about two weeks now.  Luckily, the transition from  the crib to a bed was not very difficult.  Her big sister K-Bugg, has been especially helpful with modeling bedtime procedures - complete with "snoring" sounds.  Overall, I would say everything has been going great...until &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7:00 am&lt;/span&gt;   I wake up to sounds coming from my bathroom.  Okay.  It sounds like Ella is up to something.  "Five more minutes," I say to myself.  "Ella?  What are you doing in there?"  Out she walks, with a razor in her hand.  Nice!  I jump out of bed to apprehend the object.  She &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; she has something she's not supposed to have, so she starts running.  She runs straight to K-Bugg's room (K-Bugg spent the night with her grandma).  I get the razor from her, only to find K-Bugg's room a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;!  Evidently, before Ella started rummaging through the items on my bathroom counter, she had a large time destroying her big sister's room.  The Barbie house was empty - all furniture and contents on the floor.  K-Bugg's new grocery cart and groceries - turned upside down.  Art supplies - scattered, with shredded paper all over the floor.  I clean up &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; mess, only to walk into the living room to find my glasses twisted into two pretzels.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two!&lt;/span&gt;  My glasses had been snapped in half, with tiny little fingerprints smudged all over the lenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my morning was spent at the Optometrist's office looking for new frames.  And I'm contemplating a visit to ADT to look into installing an alarm system on Ella's bedroom door!  That's a joke, of course - but what other options do I have?  I can put up a gate at her door, but it is only a matter of time when she realizes she can climb over it - just like her crib railing and my bathroom counters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7173689824244190786?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7173689824244190786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7173689824244190786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7173689824244190786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7173689824244190786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/12/waking-up-to-mayhem.html' title='Waking up to Mayhem'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4125981935697378196</id><published>2007-12-26T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:44:02.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Overload</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I can't even begin to describe the mess my house is in right now.  I have never seen so many toys (aside from strolling through the aisles of Toys R Us)!  I prepared K-Bugg this year, with a talk about not asking for too much on her Christmas list.  Her wish list was originally two pages long (one page, front and back).  We discussed how it was impossible for Santa to bring her and all the boys and girls in the world everything they wanted.  So I helped her narrow it down to five items - a digital camera, a Barbie laptop, a sticker book, a scrapbooking kit, and Squawkers - the talking (drive Mom and Dad crazy) toy parrot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan worked perfectly...for a moment.  After it was all said and done with family gatherings (and not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; done, because we still have Christmas with my SIL and nieces), she ended up with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;several &lt;/span&gt;Pet Shop "houses" and animals, a cash register, shopping cart, "play" groceries, a standing sing-a-long organ, a Bratz make-up doll, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt; Barbies to count, journals, movies, CDs, two ePets, several stuffed animals, bath toys, a beauty set with make-up and nail kit, a puppet theater with numerous puppets, an outdoor playhouse, V-smile games, a new book bag, jewelry, new clothes and several gift cards.  I know I am missing something, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned Ella yet?  Let's just say that we are all about equality in our family - so it is safe to say that she received just as much as K-Bugg!  "Toy Overload" does not even chip away at the surface of my day today.  It's pretty bad when you have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so many &lt;/span&gt;toys, that you can't find &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one thing&lt;/span&gt; to play with because there are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too many choices&lt;/span&gt;!  Needless to say, we will be going back through all of the old toys (Round 2) to donate to charity - just to make room for the new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a wonderful and very blessed Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4125981935697378196?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4125981935697378196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4125981935697378196' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4125981935697378196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4125981935697378196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/12/toy-overload.html' title='Toy Overload'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4262751804193319376</id><published>2007-12-21T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:03:15.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae (to Kevin, who did a little Christmas shopping today):&lt;/strong&gt;  What did you buy me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; What did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; get &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I asked you &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin:&lt;/strong&gt; It's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; what you &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt;, but what you &lt;em&gt;give&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae:&lt;/strong&gt; Then, what will you &lt;em&gt;GIVE&lt;/em&gt; me on Christmas morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;K-Bugg:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's not about &lt;em&gt;getting&lt;/em&gt; something, Mommy. We're a family (grabbing my hand and Kevin's) and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is like a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Really? &lt;/em&gt; What would you think if Santa didn't bring &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; presents on Christmas morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;K-Bugg:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That's okay...Maybe he will bring me something &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae:&lt;/strong&gt; (sobbing like a baby) I love you, K-Bugg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4262751804193319376?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4262751804193319376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4262751804193319376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4262751804193319376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4262751804193319376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The True Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7941025767011117488</id><published>2007-12-15T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:51:58.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing things up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R2SNWuZYQaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EaWuFeI4L3w/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp%3B8%3Dot%3E2344%3D9%3B3%3D95-%3DXROQDF%3E2323%3B-387%3C8%3C6ot1lsi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R2SNWuZYQaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EaWuFeI4L3w/s400/232323232%7Ffp%3B8%3Dot%3E2344%3D9%3B3%3D95-%3DXROQDF%3E2323%3B-387%3C8%3C6ot1lsi.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144392095915065762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sister &lt;a href="http://kellyinnc.blogsome.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, you are looking at our family photo.   You &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be wondering, "Where is the &lt;a href="http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-photo-drama.html#comments"&gt;family portrait&lt;/a&gt; you had made back in November?"  Don't ask!  The photo shoot didn't go well, and the pictures stink (no fault of the photographers).  My hair looked like it came out of the 70s with a "Charlie's Angels" look, and we couldn't seem to get one decent photo with everyone smiling "naturally" at the same time.  Anyway, Kelly volunteered to take our picture for Christmas cards, since the others didn't turn out so well.  I've actually decided to send out New Year's cards instead, so I still have time to procrastinate some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for summing things up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Ella moved into a "big girl bed" this weekend.  She is a climber and figured out how to scale the crib.  She is doing so well - probably because she watches everything Kellynn does and wants to be just like her.  Kellynn has really helped out, too (modeling how to get into the bed and going straight to sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Kelly and I went Christmas shopping this past week.  Prior to this, I had only purchased one gift.  Now I am finished, minus a few small items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Kellynn and I spent most of today organizing her room.  Since Christmas is coming up soon, we decided to make room for new things, and donate her old toys and books to kids who might not have any.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I am reading a new book.  It's called, "Twilight" by Stephanie Meyers.  I know I'm a little behind since there are already three books in this series, but I've had a hard time getting into anything lately.  I saw a post on another blog about the series, so I thought I'd pick it up.   So far, I'm about half way, and love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7941025767011117488?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7941025767011117488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7941025767011117488' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7941025767011117488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7941025767011117488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/12/summing-things-up.html' title='Summing things up...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/R2SNWuZYQaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EaWuFeI4L3w/s72-c/232323232%7Ffp%3B8%3Dot%3E2344%3D9%3B3%3D95-%3DXROQDF%3E2323%3B-387%3C8%3C6ot1lsi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8781122116959662709</id><published>2007-11-25T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:00:26.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A long, long ride home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://www.tradebit.com/layouts/musicstream-frame.php?if=y&amp;bgc=&amp;fc=&amp;lc=&amp;prodid=835419&amp;autos=&amp;flash=1s"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Buy this file:&lt;a href="http:///tradebit.com/filedetail.php/835419"&gt;835419&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sound + 10 hours home from Florida, does not equal a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8781122116959662709?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8781122116959662709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8781122116959662709' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8781122116959662709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8781122116959662709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-long-ride-home.html' title='A long, long ride home...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2155144834073928461</id><published>2007-11-19T22:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:31:48.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida...Here we come!</title><content type='html'>We are heading out tomorrow night to drive down to FL for Thanksgiving.  We will be spending the holiday visiting my family.  My entire family (minus &lt;a href="http://kellyinnc.blogsome.com"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;) lives in FL and it's been awhile since we have been down to visit.  I am looking forward to seeing everyone - but NOT so much, the drive.  We are traveling through the night becasue it will be easier with the kids.  That way, they will sleep most of the drive.  It will also cut out most of the holiday traffic (hopefully).  Besides visiting family, we will also be visitng Mickey Mouse at his place (Disney World).  We haven't been to Disney since Kellynn was around Ella's age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2155144834073928461?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2155144834073928461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2155144834073928461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2155144834073928461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2155144834073928461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/floridahere-we-come.html' title='Florida...Here we come!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-938132022347568229</id><published>2007-11-17T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:45:57.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo Drama</title><content type='html'>After seven years of marriage (five of those with children), we finally had a family portrait made.  The first one ever!  Approximately one hour before the big event, I remembered WHY I have put it off for all these years.  It's called an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ill husband&lt;/span&gt; (because he hates wearing anything that involves ironing), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one whining 5 year old&lt;/span&gt; (because her shoes "did not match" and she was left out in the purchasing process), and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a cranky toddler&lt;/span&gt; (because she was tired and her award winning mother left the house without the sippy cup)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I hope you're happy, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;!  (That would be MY mother who has been begging for a family photo for years.)  I was cursing your name last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-938132022347568229?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/938132022347568229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=938132022347568229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/938132022347568229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/938132022347568229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-photo-drama.html' title='Family Photo Drama'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-777000097153991037</id><published>2007-11-13T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:03:26.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in front of my laptop trying to type something worthwhile...Can I?  No!  Because my husband is in the next room watching every Kid Rock video on You Tube!  Did I mention he has the speakers turned up and has the subwolfer kicking?!  All I can hear in my brain is, "Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be concerned about having a chest cold/cough when a confirmed case of the Whooping Cough was announced at my school last week?  Or, should I be worried about a loud "winding" noise my van happens to be making now that it is almost payed for?  I have a feeling it is the transmission.  BTW, how do you spell "wind" (rhymes with "find")?  And can you believe Thanksgiving is next week?!  Christmas will be here before you know it!  I haven't even thought about buying Christmas presents yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-777000097153991037?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/777000097153991037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=777000097153991037' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/777000097153991037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/777000097153991037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sitting-in-front-of-my-laptop-trying.html' title='What?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-215954393296331506</id><published>2007-11-07T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:04:20.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Full Moon in Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>Funny story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Bugg's teacher brought her to my classroom door today.  We needed to "talk" about something that had happened in the bathroom earlier.  Of course, she wouldn't tell me, so the teacher had to give me the details.  It seems Kellynn went to the bathroom with one of her little friends.  While in the stall, she decided it would be funny to bend down low and show her friend her bare bottom.  I had to turn my head to keep from laughing as the teacher explained the situation!  Then K-Bugg and I had a heart-to-heart on appropriate behavior in the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-215954393296331506?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/215954393296331506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=215954393296331506' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/215954393296331506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/215954393296331506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-full-moon-in-kindergarten.html' title='There&apos;s a Full Moon in Kindergarten!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1719948073059175195</id><published>2007-11-02T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:20:51.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fall for it, Everytime!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am a sucker...A sucker for a sweet little curly headed girl named Ella Ruby!  She got me last night.  She has been waking up around 4 am, off and on, for a couple of weeks now.  When this happens, I use the Ferberizing method. The one where you don't pick the baby up, but comfort every 5 minutes until they fall back to sleep on their own?  I've been doing this - trying to get her back on her sleeping schedule (sleeping throught the night). Last night?  I ruined it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:30 am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Waaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Mommy...Mommy&lt;/em&gt;."  My eyes pop open and I wait.  I am secretly hoping she will fall back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mommy!  Ma ma ma ma...Mommy!"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drag my self out of bed and go to comfort her.  When I get to her room, she is standing up, reaching out for me.  I comfort her and tell her it is "Night Night" time and she needs to go back to sleep.  She clings to my arms, trying to grab my neck so she can pull herself up.  Then she starts saying something behind the passy in her mouth.  It sounds like, "ah choo, ah choo."  I pull out the passy and ask her what she is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I hold choo&lt;/em&gt;," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to hold me?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Uh huh, I hold choo&lt;/em&gt;."  How can I say no?  She is using sentences and wanting me to hold her in the middle of the night?  Then she says, "&lt;em&gt;I beh, I choo beh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to get into &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; bed?" I asked.  She shakes her head yes, and off we go to my bed for the rest of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1719948073059175195?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1719948073059175195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1719948073059175195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1719948073059175195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1719948073059175195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-fall-for-it-everytime.html' title='I Fall for it, Everytime!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-5916742749477892459</id><published>2007-11-01T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:08:51.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Ryp4nORAtjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fb2vHp4kyyE/s1600-h/100_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Ryp4nORAtjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fb2vHp4kyyE/s400/100_1884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128043740954408498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time on Halloween night.  After dinner, the girls got dressed to go trick or treating in our neighborhood.  Kellynn originally wanted to be Ariel the Little Mermaid.  I bought the costume (a two-piece), but never found a nude colored bodysuit to wear underneath.  She ended up dressing as Minnie Mouse instead since it was chilly last night.  Ella was dressed as a lion.  She hated her costume at first, because of the attached hood.  Once she saw herself in the mirror, she tolerated it.  We would pull the hood down off of her head between houses, and she was okay with that.  I think it was actually the candy that occupied her attention and kept her mind off of the hood.  Ella quickly figured out the candy thing, and kept calling for "canny" (candy) with outreached hands.  She ate gummy "Life Savers" and "Sponge Bob Crabby Patties" all the way around the neighborhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-5916742749477892459?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5916742749477892459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=5916742749477892459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5916742749477892459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5916742749477892459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Ryp4nORAtjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fb2vHp4kyyE/s72-c/100_1884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8742090460045122792</id><published>2007-10-27T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:08:33.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RyN-HTvW7wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5aD4p3pw_CI/s1600-h/821423~Playing-by-Heart-Video-Release-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RyN-HTvW7wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5aD4p3pw_CI/s400/821423~Playing-by-Heart-Video-Release-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126079464900849410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing by Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this movie while browsing &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/"&gt;Blockbuster Online&lt;/a&gt;. It's not a recent one - but definitely worth the time. I was surprised to see the cast (Sean Connery, Angelina Jolie, Ryan Phillippe, Gena Rowlands, Madeleine Stowe, Anthony Edwards, Jon Stewart, etc.) because I had never heard of it prior to finding it online. I would list this movie in the "Chick Flick" category (a sappy love story that will make you cry). It contains several different story lines that intersect at the end. I tend to like movies that are set up like this. My rating for this movie is a B+.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8742090460045122792?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8742090460045122792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8742090460045122792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8742090460045122792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8742090460045122792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/10/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RyN-HTvW7wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5aD4p3pw_CI/s72-c/821423~Playing-by-Heart-Video-Release-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1505491439740347544</id><published>2007-10-25T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:24:59.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Sheba is eating!  See the below post for more info...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1505491439740347544?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1505491439740347544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1505491439740347544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1505491439740347544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1505491439740347544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-9031810435608855967</id><published>2007-10-24T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:21:37.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Sheba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rx_9qDvW7vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/F0nI54w-wNQ/s1600-h/DSC01662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rx_9qDvW7vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/F0nI54w-wNQ/s400/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125093799971188466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheba is our family pet cat.  I have had Sheba since she was just a kitten - way back before marriage and children.  She is 13 years old and very loving.  Sheba is not the typical cat...moody, unpredictable, or "stand-offish."  She is actually the opposite - friendly, welcomes rubs and wants to be in your lap (friends or strangers).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, something happened to Sheba while she was outside.  (She goes outside to use the bathroom.  I do not have a litter box in my house.)  When she came back to the door, I let her in as usual and carried on with whatever I was doing at the moment.  Later, I noticed her face was bloody.  I immediately brought her to the bathroom and cleaned her up to see what was wrong.  Somehow, she literally "split" her tongue wide open.  There is a half inch laceration on the side of her tongue.  It looks disgusting!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Bugg and I took Sheba to the vet this afternoon.  The vet said she already has an infection and put her on antibiotics.  They gave her fluids and some kind of nutritional supplement because she hasn't been eating or drinking for two days.  If she does not start eating by Friday, she will have to go back for surgery.  They will have to cut the "flapping" part of her tongue off because it appears to be hanging in the line of her bite.  The vet is afraid it will not heal because she keeps biting it when trying to eat.  At the same time, she really does not recommend surgery because it would just create a fresh wound and Sheba would continue not wanting to eat or drink.  Evidently, cats' bodies are not designed for fasting.  If Sheba doesn't start eating, she will not make it.  I cried when she told me that today.  Keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer for poor Sheba.  I hope she starts feeling better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-9031810435608855967?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9031810435608855967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=9031810435608855967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/9031810435608855967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/9031810435608855967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/10/poor-sheba.html' title='Poor Sheba'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rx_9qDvW7vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/F0nI54w-wNQ/s72-c/DSC01662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7297570418583350245</id><published>2007-10-20T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:37:03.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Interesting Facts You May or May Not Know...</title><content type='html'>1.  I am the oldest of three girls.    &lt;br /&gt;2.  I am a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I cry when I am stressed.  I cried twice this week at work.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I graduated from a historical black college.&lt;br /&gt;5.  My girls have "family" names (Kellynn Michelle - sisters,  Ella Ruby - grandmothers).&lt;br /&gt;6.  I would consider having cosmetic surgery in the near future.  Does that make me vain?  (facial peel - skin resurfacing, laser treatment on my legs for spider veins) &lt;br /&gt;7.  I love soda and prefer it over all other drinks.  My drink of choice is Diet Mt. Dew.    &lt;br /&gt;8.  I do not want a dog for a pet.  I am too selfish with my time and would not want to add the responsibilty of training a dog.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I listen to a variety of music - but prefer the music from my high school days (late 80s/early 90s).&lt;br /&gt;10.  I do not care much about designer/name brands when shopping.  I prefer Target and Old Navy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7297570418583350245?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7297570418583350245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7297570418583350245' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7297570418583350245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7297570418583350245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/10/ten-interesting-facts-you-may-or-may.html' title='Ten Interesting Facts You May or May Not Know...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7229421564551224461</id><published>2007-10-12T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:15:51.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know...It's been awhile since I've posted. And it's not like I don't have anything to blog about! I've just been so busy trying to catch up on everything in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Oktoberfest. My sister, &lt;a href="http://kellyinnc.blogsome.com"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; - planned our annual Girls' Weekend trip to Helen, GA. This was our first time going to Oktoberfest, and I thoroughly enjoyed every last minute! I won't go into great detail because Misty has pretty much covered everything. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.thescanlons.net/weblog/index.php/weblog/comments/girls_weekend_2007/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  But what I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; share with you, is the highlights of our trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing two of my bestest buddies, Misty and Kerry. We do not live near each other anymore, so our time to spend together is limited...Especially now that we are all "&lt;em&gt;grown up&lt;/em&gt;" with families! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The road trip "heart-to-heart" talks/conversation. Man, I cried my eyes out going and coming! I love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting to know new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The, "Sleep when you die!" motto (via Kerry). She did not want to waste one moment with sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Julie's sticky fingers at the Mexican restaurant (trying to steal Guappo's sodas). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Karaoke (at the outdoor bar and the hotel version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jenny's &lt;a href="http://www.charlottecornhole.com"&gt;Cornhole&lt;/a&gt; game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Beer "shotguns" in the parking lot with our new friends, the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Anna serving up our Mexican dishes before we actually ordered (dirty dishes out of the washtub). And her application of lip gloss when Kerry suggested she wear lipgloss for a picture. "A girl's got to look her best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Waiting all weekend to go to the festhaus (Oktoberfest's main attraction) - only to find it was shut down due to a power outage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stopped up toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; mishap with a microwave and a sausage biscuit. I cooked the biscuit a little too long and nearly burned down the hotel. (Not really...but there was a lot of smoke that literally billowed out of our room and caused the smoke alarm to beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The Pradas (Kerry's glasses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Laughter, laughter, laughter! My ribs and back were sore on Monday from laughing so hard all weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7229421564551224461?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7229421564551224461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7229421564551224461' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7229421564551224461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7229421564551224461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7823353059516613882</id><published>2007-09-27T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:26:51.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mood Day</title><content type='html'>It's not me this time...It's K-Bugg. She came to my classroom this afternoon after school and gave me a hug like she always does. Then she grabbed my hands and said she needed "to talk to me." When I asked her what it was she wanted to talk about, tears started welling up in her eyes and she told me that she got in trouble at school today. It turns out she wasn't listening in PE and wasn't following the teacher's directions. The teacher in me, gave her a talk about making better choices next time. The mom in me, felt my heart break as I watched her get so upset about the "infraction" and question me several times if I was "mad at her." Of course I told her I wasn't mad, but hoped she would be a better listener tomorrow. I guess I should have known this morning that she would not have the best day possible. She informed me on the way to school that she was in a "bad mood" today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7823353059516613882?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7823353059516613882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7823353059516613882' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7823353059516613882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7823353059516613882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-mood-day.html' title='Bad Mood Day'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2807543956014690258</id><published>2007-09-24T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:31:02.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Critic?</title><content type='html'>Since one of my favorite past times includes watching movies, I decided I might use my blog to review the ones I watch.  Perhaps it will give me something to blog about on those days I have nothing.  With that being said, I need some kind of rating scale.  I was thinking maybe I could rate the movies with grades (being a teacher and all).  Unoriginal, I know - but it's what I do best, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rvhvu9495AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cBCv3GNZF8M/s1600-h/half-nelson-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rvhvu9495AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cBCv3GNZF8M/s400/half-nelson-dvd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113960229557363714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Nelson - According to the DVD cover, it is "Two big thumbs up!"  Are they rating Ryan Goslings' hotness?  In that case, I agree.  Otherwise, it gets a "D-" from me.  I will admit that Ryan Gosling does an amazing job of portraying a teacher struggling with drug addiction.  Taking his acting skills into consideration, I will refrain from giving it an "F."  The thing that most disappointed me was the fact that the movie leaves you hanging at the end (another reason I graded it so poorly)  I HATE movies that leave me hanging.  Give me something, people!  I don't know...They live happily ever after?  Someone dies?  Ryan Gosling runs off and joins the circus?!   SOMETHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2807543956014690258?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2807543956014690258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2807543956014690258' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2807543956014690258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2807543956014690258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/09/movie-critic_24.html' title='Movie Critic?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rvhvu9495AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cBCv3GNZF8M/s72-c/half-nelson-dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-3743315443352967435</id><published>2007-09-20T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T07:27:53.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RvMi_t494_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LkBJCSLXuq8/s1600-h/stress_one.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RvMi_t494_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LkBJCSLXuq8/s400/stress_one.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112468480041280498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those days that you thought would never end?  That was my day, today.  Actually, I should probably say that has been my week!  To start off the week, my allergies kicked into high gear.  My sinuses ache and my throat feels like it has a sweater attached to it.  Sounds weird, huh?  Try having that feeling in your throat all day long!  I am waiting for the moment that my allergies rob me of my voice like it always does this time of year.  Having Laryngitis and being a teacher does not equal a good time.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this doesn't happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I'm feeling a lot of stress in my new position at school.  I moved to a new grade level and feel like a "first year" teacher again.  I'm out of my comfort zone.  I do not like to be out of my comfort zone!  I want to do a good job with these kids.  I know they are counting on me.  The anxiety I was feeling today, led to an unexpected "break down" during my planning period.  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a teacher at my school who has taken me under her wing this year.  She has really helped me out and has been a great person to go to for advice.  She is always thinking of me and gathers all of this "STUFF" she thinks I will need or use.  Now let me first say, that I appreciate her help and feel very grateful that she is always thinking of me.  But today, she probably thought I had lost my mind.  She had all of these cool ideas and teaching tools ready for me to take back to my room.  Again, I felt appreciative, but unsure where to begin in using them.  I just looked at her and felt this urge to burst into tears.  I hate the feeling of not knowing where I am going in reference to my job.  I have always felt confident as a teacher and very seldom question my abilities.  This new experience is forcing me to take a look at myself from a new perspective.  I knew this would be a challenge going in...I just wasn't prepared for all of the extra time and effort it would take on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of time, that is another piece of the puzzle that has me feeling so overwhelmed.  With all of the extra time I am spending at work (including weekends and weeknights), my time with my family is limited.  I don't have enough time in the day to do all of the things I want to do.  I'm done whining now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-3743315443352967435?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3743315443352967435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=3743315443352967435' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3743315443352967435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3743315443352967435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/09/overwhelmed.html' title='Stressed Out!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RvMi_t494_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LkBJCSLXuq8/s72-c/stress_one.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7001871118824538922</id><published>2007-09-12T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:21:19.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters can be best friends too?</title><content type='html'>Tonight while giving the girls a bath, K-Bugg and I had a conversation that melted my heart. I have always played this game with Kellynn when she gets out of the bath tub - where I ask her to raise her arms so I can dry under them. Instead, I tickle her. Now that Ella is old enough to understand the game, I have started doing it with her. She loves it, and wants me to tickle her over and over again. Kellynn and I were laughing so hard as she kept raising her arms - yet would flinch and pull them back when she saw my "spiders" (wiggly fingers) closing in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Bugg:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom? Ella is the best little sister I could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae:&lt;/strong&gt; You're right! You couldn't ask for a better little sister! And one day, she will be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Bugg:&lt;/strong&gt; (Starting to cry...) But, &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae: &lt;/strong&gt; Why are you crying? Don't you &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; her to be your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Bugg:&lt;/strong&gt; No, because then she won't be my &lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt;! I want her to &lt;em&gt;stay&lt;/em&gt; my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae:&lt;/strong&gt; She will always be your sister...Just one day, she will be your best friend too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7001871118824538922?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7001871118824538922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7001871118824538922' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7001871118824538922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7001871118824538922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/09/sisters-can-be-best-friends-too.html' title='Sisters can be best friends too?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-398541730763041615</id><published>2007-09-03T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:28:09.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>I'm back to work and busier than I care to be!  I forgot how scheduled my days are when I am working.  Teaching a new grade level this year, is adding to my time spent at school.  This, I hate (because it takes away from my time at home).  However, I am loving fourth grade!  It was just the change I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin is now a Windstream Communications employee.  Windstream bought out his company a couple of months ago.  The "take over" became official last week.  He had to leave his work van over the weekend to have it "wrapped" (not painted).  Now he drives a bright lime green van.  Trust me when I tell you he can't be missed on the road!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rt4B5GV8aZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vUuYuCuHMXo/s1600-h/DSC02982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rt4B5GV8aZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vUuYuCuHMXo/s200/DSC02982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106521107951544722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K-Bugg started Kindergarten last week.  I can't believe my baby is in school.  I cried a little at "Open House" when taking her to meet her teacher.  But the first day of school was exciting for both of us.  She is very much like me - not a morning person.  I was surprised when she jumped out of bed and was ready to go within 15 minutes.  She is so grown up now.  She likes to pick out her own clothes the night before and have them ready for the next morning.  And she is taking her lunch every day because she is a picky eater (just like her Daddy).  I have to consult with her each time I pack her lunch, to make sure I have the "right" snack.  So far, she has already made a new friend, Kathryn.  She doesn't know anyone else's name in her class - just Kathryn's.  However, we were surprised to find out that she doesn't play with Kathryn on the playground.  This is because Kathryn doesn't like to play "Chase" with the boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rt4B5GV8aaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DmscWCRNrTE/s1600-h/EllaCheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rt4B5GV8aaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DmscWCRNrTE/s200/EllaCheese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106521107951544738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella is doing great.  She is 17 months now and thinks she is just as big as Kellynn.  Her vocabulary continues to grow, and knows quite a few words and phrases.  She can also mimic pretty much anything you say.  However, she is also at the stage where she knows what she wants to say, but can't find the words to tell me.  She gets very frustrated and has started throwing temper tantrums.  I thought she had already started throwing tantrums months ago - but she has proven in the last couple of weeks that those were just "warm up" tantrums.  I can't remember them all, but these are some of her new words/phrases:  "choc choc" (chocolate), "mill" (milk), "jew" (juice), "dee" (drink), "gay" (grapes), "ball" (bowl), "I wu-jew" (I love you), "I ready" (I'm ready)  By the way, the photo above is Ella's "cheese" picture.  This is how she smiles for the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-398541730763041615?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/398541730763041615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=398541730763041615' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/398541730763041615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/398541730763041615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rt4B5GV8aZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vUuYuCuHMXo/s72-c/DSC02982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8431123746563103693</id><published>2007-08-21T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:11:39.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RsuJ-GV8aYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x5P8eQiINnA/s1600-h/c0022305_16175521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RsuJ-GV8aYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x5P8eQiINnA/s320/c0022305_16175521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101322702874765698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here watching "George Michael - Behind the Music" on VH-1.  Am I the only person in the world intrigued by this show?  I was a huge George Michael fan in high school and still love his music.  Are there any other George Michael fans still out there?  Or am I the only one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I just realized I am watching VH-1 Classic.  I didn't even realize the channel existed.  Anyway, NOW I feel OLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8431123746563103693?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8431123746563103693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8431123746563103693' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8431123746563103693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8431123746563103693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/08/george.html' title='George'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RsuJ-GV8aYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x5P8eQiINnA/s72-c/c0022305_16175521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-5967961716751254851</id><published>2007-08-14T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:57:58.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving the Camping Experience and Living to Tell About it!</title><content type='html'>Actually, I should probably wait until tomorrow to officially make a statement like the title I chose for this post.  In a stroke of luck, I have wireless internet here (and a free moment), so you get to hear my tales first hand.  Overall, we are having a great time here in Cherokee.  I wish I could say we have relaxed the entire time, but anyone with a toddler knows relaxing is not in the cards.  We have spent 75% of our time chasing Ella around.  She loves to explore and thinks nothing of walking away from our cabin to see the neighbors, pet random dogs, pick up leaves/trash, or just plain run away.  Our only time to relax is when the kids are sleeping and the adults get to sit around the campfire alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cabin is nice, but of course has no AC.  We came prepared with fans, so it has actually been pleasant - and down right cold at night.  I think the low was 58 degrees this morning.  Our cabin doesn't have a bathroom, so we have been using the "bath house."  The bath house is nice, but I seem to have trouble every time I visit.  Let's see...I've forgotten my towel on several occasions, found the nonworking shower after completely undressing, forgotten my shampoo, found the shower with NO hot water (Kevin), dropped my clean clothes on the wet shower floor, and that about sums it up!  Kevin's friend has his own camper.  It is brand new and has everything you could ask for - complete kitchen and bathroom (with tub/shower), dining area, living area, flat screen TV, DVD/CD player, gas grill, and sleeps 8!  We may look into buying one down the road.  (It would also save me from having to visit the bath house.)  We have found that it is a lot cheaper to stay in a campground.  It is family oriented with a pool, water slide, jumping pillow (trampoline), playground, outdoor movie and planned activities for the kids.  The girls have had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;*  Stopping every 30 minutes on the way up to take bathroom breaks (K-Bugg was afraid to poop)&lt;br /&gt;*  Meeting "Santa" at one of our bathroom stops.  K-Bugg saw him and asked if he was Santa.  He said, "Yes, I'm on vacation and needed to check up on some children in this area."&lt;br /&gt;*  Swimming in the pool and going down the water slide.&lt;br /&gt;*  Racing across the playground equipment with a stopwatch to see who was the fastest (kids AND adults)&lt;br /&gt;*  Chilling out in front of the campfire at night - listening to music, drinking beer and making S'mores&lt;br /&gt;*  Grilling out every night - hamburgers, hotdogs, steaks, and BBQ chicken&lt;br /&gt;*  Taking a picnic lunch to a state park on the NC and TN state line (on top of a mountain)&lt;br /&gt;*  Seeing a wild black bear and her cubs on top of the mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-5967961716751254851?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5967961716751254851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=5967961716751254851' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5967961716751254851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5967961716751254851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/08/surviving-camping-experience-and-living.html' title='Surviving the Camping Experience and Living to Tell About it!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6825792937947471214</id><published>2007-08-10T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:14:01.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give the girl some love!</title><content type='html'>My best friend decided to start her own blog. She has yet to update since setting it up last week. When I asked her about it, she said, "I don't have anything to write about!" Stop by and give &lt;a href="http://birdmoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Birdmoma&lt;/a&gt; some love! Maybe it will give her some encouragement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6825792937947471214?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6825792937947471214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6825792937947471214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6825792937947471214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6825792937947471214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/08/give-girl-some-love.html' title='Give the girl some love!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6624461681766287030</id><published>2007-08-09T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:26:07.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Overwhelmed does not even &lt;em&gt;begin&lt;/em&gt; to describe how I am feeling right now!  I have one day to pack for our trip.  Have I started?  No.  I am a procrastinator.  Look up the word in the dictionary, and you will find an empty photo box with the following caption:  "&lt;strong&gt;NaeNae - Queen of Procrastinators! (Photo unavailable due to late submission.)&lt;/strong&gt;"  Anyone who knows me well, knows this to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6624461681766287030?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6624461681766287030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6624461681766287030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6624461681766287030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6624461681766287030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/08/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7934027655844801503</id><published>2007-08-08T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:42:52.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down and Camping Out</title><content type='html'>My summer is coming to an end.  In only 7 short days, I will be going back to work.  I have a lot in store for me this school year.  As I've mentioned before, I am moving out of First grade and will be working with older kids - 4th graders.  I am anxious and excited about the change.  Over the past week, I've tried to squeeze in every doctor, dentist, and hair appointment possible.  I think they are all covered, except for one.  The dreaded one.  You know what I'm talking about, ladies.  I am trying to put that one off, but know I shouldn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we are headed to the mountains for a final summer vacation.  We are going to Cherokee, NC.  Did I mention we are camping?  Well really, we are staying in a cabin, but it's in a campground.  We are joining one of Kevin's friends who has his own camper.  Their family enjoys camping and suggested we come along and stay in the cabin.  We are planning to go tubing, biking, and just hang out.  We will be close to Harrah's Casino and not too far from the Biltmore house, so maybe we can head over to one of those places one afternoon.  I hope the weather cools off for our trip.  It's been anywhere from the upper 90s to over 100 degrees this week.  Did I mention our cabin has no AC?  Apparently, AC is not needed in the mountains.  I guess we'll test out that theory on this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7934027655844801503?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7934027655844801503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7934027655844801503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7934027655844801503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7934027655844801503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/08/winding-down-and-camping-out.html' title='Winding Down and Camping Out'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7866304539507002249</id><published>2007-08-03T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:59:39.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things from K-Bugg</title><content type='html'>My mom has been visiting from FL over the past few days.  She has actually been on vacation for close to 3 weeks now, visiting us and family in West Virginia.  She has reached the end of her vacation and is passing back through on her way back to FL.  She hasn't had a chance to check her email over the past few weeks, so asked to use our computer while visiting.  Of course, this was fine by me - but not Kellynn, since it cuts into her computer time playing, "Barbie Makeover" or "Nick Jr."  Yesterday, our DSL went out briefly.  We found out when Kellynn went to play one of her games online.  She marched out of the room, arms folded, looking for my mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MiMi! MIMI!  You've been here for two days, playing on our computer, and now look what you've done!  It doesn't work!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7866304539507002249?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7866304539507002249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7866304539507002249' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7866304539507002249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7866304539507002249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-things-from-k-bugg.html' title='Funny Things from K-Bugg'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-3578352982926065508</id><published>2007-07-29T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:07:12.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>The fighting begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took around 16 months!  Kellynn figured out early that she could take things away from Ella because she was "just a baby."  We had numerous talks about why this was not a nice thing to do.  The talks have never seemed to work.  Secretly, I couldn't wait until Ella figured out what was going on and object to the mistreatment.  I got my wish this weekend.  Now I regret thinking I would like for Ella to take up for herself.  She has started hitting (arms just a swinging) and biting.  She was sent to "Time Out" three times today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-3578352982926065508?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3578352982926065508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=3578352982926065508' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3578352982926065508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3578352982926065508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6709605579104462533</id><published>2007-07-27T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:54:55.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Ella had her appointment with the Orthopedist this morning.  They did a thorough exam with x-rays and found everything to be normal.  The doctor could hear and feel the popping of her hip.  She even mentioned being able to feel popping in her knees as well.  But the x-rays and exam confirmed that she was developing normal without any problems with hip dysplasia (dislocation of the hip).  She said the "popping" was coming from ligament movement and would cause no harm.  That's good news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6709605579104462533?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6709605579104462533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6709605579104462533' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6709605579104462533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6709605579104462533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-627191773971330263</id><published>2007-07-26T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:13:54.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Meme</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to do better about updating my blog this summer.  I saw this over at &lt;a href="http://www.badmama.wordpress.com"&gt;Bad Mama&lt;/a&gt; (which by the way, was my first time visiting).  Thanks Bad Mama, for the idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your best friend/friends?&lt;br /&gt;My BFF all through middle school and high school was Alysia.  She and I should have been sisters because we were so much alike.  I thought our friendhsip would stand the test of time.  Unfortunately, we grew apart due to me moving away and our lives taking different paths. I also met Carrie in high school.  She moved from another county and we became fast friends.  I also consider her one of my best friends from high school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What sports did you play?&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha!  That's a joke, right?  I possess NO athletic abilities.  I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; play Powderpuff Football.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;1989 Camaro - and I thought I was HOT STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It’s Friday night, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Most likely at a football game or staying over at Alysia or Carrie's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you a party animal?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed going to parties - but never drank or smoked until I graduated from high school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;A flirt?  Maybe alittle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?&lt;br /&gt;I was in the band my freshman year (when all of the cool and cute boys were also in the band - seriously!)  But then they graduated, so I quit.  I was also in the chior my Junior year, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Were you a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;No, I guess I was popular - whatever that means (I was voted "Most Popular" my Senior year).  But, I don't feel I was "popular" in the stereotypical way because I was friends with all types of people - even the ones considered to be "nerds" or different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you get suspended/expelled?&lt;br /&gt;Suspended or expelled?  No, but Alysia and I were sent out of my Chemistry teacher's class on a daily basis to make sure the "flag pole didn't run away."  I guess that would be considered an in-school suspension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you sing the fight song?&lt;br /&gt;No...I'm not sure we had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was your favorite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hall, Mr. Edwards and Mr. Schuler - Agriculture teachers  (I grew up in a rural / farming community.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. School mascot?&lt;br /&gt;Raiders (which I guess is some kind of wolf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Did you go to Prom?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Sophomore, Junior, and Senior year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could go back and do it over, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what I know now, yes - but only to take my academics more seriously (especially my Senior year).  I really blew my chances of receiving scholarships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you remember most about graduation?&lt;br /&gt;Going to Project Graduation - the post graduation party sponsored by the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where were you on senior skip day?&lt;br /&gt;Universal Studios in Orlando, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you have a job your Senior year?&lt;br /&gt;Yes - Publix (grocery store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go most often for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds and Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you gained weight since then?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...Haven't we all?!  I've probably gained 20 lbs since high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What did you do after graduation?&lt;br /&gt;I went to a community college and continued working at Publix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was your Senior prom date?&lt;br /&gt;That's a funny question...I can only remember his nickname - Tupelo.  I was supposed to go with my boyfriend Chip, who broke my heart and broke up with me for some stupid reason.  I refused to miss my Senior prom, so I asked Tupelo to be my date.  (He went to a different school.)  The week before prom, Chip decided he was sorry and wanted to get back together.  Of course we did, but I still went to the prom with Tupelo because it was the right thing to do.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you going / did you go to your 10 year reunion?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I also went to a 15 year class reunion last summer.  It was nice to see my old friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was your home room teacher?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember...Mr. Carling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who will repost this after you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my sister, Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-627191773971330263?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/627191773971330263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=627191773971330263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/627191773971330263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/627191773971330263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/high-school-meme_26.html' title='High School Meme'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-9170892414169216261</id><published>2007-07-24T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:01:20.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RqZufq8rt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/tqaPWM-t6Uk/s1600-h/basket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RqZufq8rt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/tqaPWM-t6Uk/s320/basket2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090877919172736898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of a laundry basket my oldest daughter has in her room.   As you can see, it has a lid with a handle on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RqZvTa8rt6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZGoTbxvCq1k/s1600-h/scissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RqZvTa8rt6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZGoTbxvCq1k/s200/scissors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090878808230967202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of kid friendly scissors I gave my oldest daughter.  Along with the scissors, she recieved a thorough - &lt;em&gt;and I mean thorough&lt;/em&gt;, lesson on the proper uses of scissors in our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do not run with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Scissors are used for paper only.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Scissors can only be used on Art supplies - not books, photos, hair, or Mommy's things.&lt;br /&gt;4.  When in doubt, ask Mommy before cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the scissors have been put into "Time Out" on numerous occassions for various reasons.  Each with revisiting acceptable uses of scissors.  Now - remember the laundry basket I mentioned earlier?  Over the last few months, I've noticed the handle slowly dwindling away.  Little by little, it has gotten smaller and smaller - until finally today, it vanished!  How did that happen?  (You might wonder.)  I've had my suspicions about it for some time and have questioned her several times.  Each time I get the same answer.  "I don't know what happened to it Mommy!"  When asked if she has been cutting it with her scissors, the answer is always, "No!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she had a friend come over and ask to play.  Before going over to her friend's house, she had to clean up her room.  Since her friend was waiting, I decided to help with the cleaning up process and found the final piece of the basket handle on the floor (next to the scissors).  Not wanting to embarrass her in front of her friend, I just quietly picked up the handle and showed it to her.  "I didn't cut it Mommy!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," I said.  "We can talk about it later."  (Again, not wanting to discuss it in front of her friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the room and heard the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; she is so worried about it.  It's &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; bedroom stuff!"  &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt; is she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about a &lt;em&gt;basket&lt;/em&gt;?!"  (This, coming from a 5 year old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is, how would you deal with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-9170892414169216261?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9170892414169216261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=9170892414169216261' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/9170892414169216261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/9170892414169216261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/crying-mommy.html' title='Crying Mommy'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RqZufq8rt4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/tqaPWM-t6Uk/s72-c/basket2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4214262886202895018</id><published>2007-07-13T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:29:32.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpenIEtCvfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/671XHwP3OrE/s1600-h/harrypotter~Harry-Potter-And-The-Order-Of-The-Phoenix-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpenIEtCvfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/671XHwP3OrE/s400/harrypotter~Harry-Potter-And-The-Order-Of-The-Phoenix-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086718061281721842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellyinnc.blogsome.com"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, my niece Jordan, and myself all went to the IMAX theater to see, "Harry Potter - The Order of the Phoenix" yesterday. I LOVED this movie! Maybe it was because we watched it in the IMAX theater, but I was "gripped" from the beginning of the movie, all the way to the end. To be honest, a lot of the storyline involving &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; characters were left out. The movie's focus was on Harry, himself - and there were even parts that were changed for the movie. Taking all of this into consideration, I still loved it! The differences in the book and the movie did not ruin it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4214262886202895018?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4214262886202895018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4214262886202895018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4214262886202895018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4214262886202895018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpenIEtCvfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/671XHwP3OrE/s72-c/harrypotter~Harry-Potter-And-The-Order-Of-The-Phoenix-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-155450326006511955</id><published>2007-07-11T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:35:32.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Our Fourth of July started out great. The plans were set for grilling out with family and friends, then wrapping up the evening with carnival rides and fireworks. Unfortunately, the last part of our evening was spent in the ER this year. Kellynn, the animal lover, got a little too close to a dog chewing on a bone. Boy, was she a trooper that night. She ended up with 5 stitches. I can't believe how well she handled it all. She handled it better than I did! The doctor ordered the nurse to get me a cold washcloth and a Sprite because I started "looking green." I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; feel a bit on the light-headed side. It's just so hard to see your baby hurt. I am thankful she is okay and that her face is healing up quickly. I am also happy to see that she is not scared of dogs now. While visiting Auntie and Uncle Tommy yesterday, she tried to pet both of their dogs. Of course, she was very cautious this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpWFPKbE_FI/AAAAAAAAADk/mjJR8o8KA0Q/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpWFPKbE_FI/AAAAAAAAADk/mjJR8o8KA0Q/s400/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086117849727302738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpWFPKbE_GI/AAAAAAAAADs/j4K0LajU1q0/s1600-h/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpWFPKbE_GI/AAAAAAAAADs/j4K0LajU1q0/s400/DSC02761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086117849727302754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-155450326006511955?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/155450326006511955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=155450326006511955' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/155450326006511955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/155450326006511955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpWFPKbE_FI/AAAAAAAAADk/mjJR8o8KA0Q/s72-c/DSC02747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8864437008211090328</id><published>2007-07-10T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:19:54.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Nerd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpO9vKbE_CI/AAAAAAAAADM/hu9c9qBTYHY/s1600-h/OOTP_Domestic_Poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpO9vKbE_CI/AAAAAAAAADM/hu9c9qBTYHY/s400/OOTP_Domestic_Poster%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085617022180850722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to see this movie! I have already purchased tickets to see it with my &lt;a href="http://kellyinnc.blogsome.com"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; at the IMAX theater! I haven't been this excited about seeing a movie since, "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8864437008211090328?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8864437008211090328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8864437008211090328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8864437008211090328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8864437008211090328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-nerd.html' title='I am a Nerd...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpO9vKbE_CI/AAAAAAAAADM/hu9c9qBTYHY/s72-c/OOTP_Domestic_Poster%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-964241489356194033</id><published>2007-07-03T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:37:03.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesses and Hip Dysplasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RoqoOKbE_BI/AAAAAAAAADE/m80-k_s9s_g/s1600-h/DSC02708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RoqoOKbE_BI/AAAAAAAAADE/m80-k_s9s_g/s400/DSC02708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083060090710588434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellynn wants you to know that she is now a princess.  Do not ask her to do anything that is "beneath her."  After folding clothes, I asked her to put her clothes away (3 items).  She turned and looked at me and said, "Mom...&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;am a &lt;em&gt;princess&lt;/em&gt;.  You are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; supposed to ask princesses to do &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;!"  I informed her that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am the &lt;em&gt;Queen&lt;/em&gt; - and queens make up the rules so, "Get busy before I treat you worse than Cinderella's step mother treated her!"  She then asked, "Does that mean you will yell at me and make me clean the steps and EVERYTHING?"  "&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt;" answered Queen NaeNae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note - Ella had her 15 month check up today.  She has grown to be 30 and 1/2 inches long, and weighs 21 pounds even.  The doctor said she is developing normally, and also mentioned that she acts more like an 18 month old with her social, verbal and motor skills.  Wow!  I must be doing something right!  Unfortunately, she is still concerned about Ella's hip.  One of her hip sockets actually "pops" when rotated.  I have noticed this most often when picking her up and placing her on my hip.  Her hip pops when she wraps her legs around me.  The doctor is referring her to see a Pediatric Orthapedic doctor to have it checked.  Once we have this appointment, I will know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-964241489356194033?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/964241489356194033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=964241489356194033' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/964241489356194033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/964241489356194033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='Princesses and Hip Dysplasia'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RoqoOKbE_BI/AAAAAAAAADE/m80-k_s9s_g/s72-c/DSC02708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-3960580436083553907</id><published>2007-06-30T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:50:58.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RocHXabE_AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/c-xDV0c4ogY/s1600-h/ella+Large+e-mail+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RocHXabE_AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/c-xDV0c4ogY/s400/ella+Large+e-mail+view.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082038803322174466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the day that you have been in this world for 15 months. It's unbelievable how quickly you have grown into a busy little toddler. Everyday you amaze me with something new you've learned. This week, you've learned to put trash in the trashcan, to help with dressing yourself, and how to run. Your running skills are not the greatest, but you have learned to move pretty quickly. With the newly learned skill of running, you have put it to the test while chasing Sheba and Jingles (our kitty cats). Luckily, you are gentle with them, so they don't seem to mind too much. Your other favorite past times include trying to wear shoes you find around the house, playing chase, pretending to talk on the phone, and experimenting with the funniest facial expressions I've ever seen. Unfortunately, you have also picked up a few bad habits this month - throwing a tantrum when things don't go your way (complete with kicking, screaming and throwing yourself to the floor), hitting your sister (and laughing about it), and refusing to nap and/or sleep at night without throwing another one of your above mentioned tantrums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are really turning into a little girl right before my eyes. You think you are so big! I watch you try to do things that really take a lot of effort and strength. When you master difficult tasks, you look at me with that cute little smile of satisfaction. One of the things you are doing that proves you are growing up (too fast) is learning and using language appropriately. Your "one word" phrases are starting to turn into "two word" phrases. (Bye, bye! All gone. Hold me. Thank you.) You surprise me everyday with the things you try to say. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, since you watch and listen so intently to everyone around you - including you big sister who secretly adores you. Here's a funny story about your adoring sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, you and I went grocery shopping together. When we got home, MawMaw was at our house and outside with her dog in the yard. She came and got you out of the van and took you to the front yard to play. A few minutes later, Kellynn heard me coming into the house with groceries and noticed you weren't with me and asked, "Where's Ella?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I left her at the store," I said jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did not!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I did. She was so fussy at the store, I couldn't take it anymore. Some lady asked if she could have her and I said yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you didn't, Mom! You're trying to trick me! I know she's still in the van."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellynn ran out to the van and saw that your car seat was empty. She immediately started crying and asking, "Why did you give my baby sister away?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about that time, MawMaw came around the corner of the house holding you. Kellynn ran as fast as she could and wrapped her arms tightly around you. So, she really does love you. She doesn't always show it. That's just the way big sisters are sometimes. I should know, because I did the same thing to my little sisters growing up (Aunt Kelly and Aunt Jennifer).  Big sisters just need a little time to realize how amazing little sisters really can be!  Just know, that your big sister loves you more than anything - just as Mommy and Daddy do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-3960580436083553907?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3960580436083553907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=3960580436083553907' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3960580436083553907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3960580436083553907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/06/15-months.html' title='15 Months'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RocHXabE_AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/c-xDV0c4ogY/s72-c/ella+Large+e-mail+view.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-5567648922331418269</id><published>2007-06-28T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:08:25.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful...</title><content type='html'>I don't get to watch a lot of daytime television, due to teaching during the school year.  But come summertime, I get to catch up on many of the shows I've missed.  (I assume I'm watching "reruns" over the summer).  Today on &lt;a href="http://www.drphil.com/shows/show/853/"&gt;Dr. Phil&lt;/a&gt;, there was a story about a mother with the world's only set of deaf and blind triplets.  She and her husband were having difficulties in their relationship due to the stress and around-the-clock care of these girls.  I found myself crying while watching the episode.  I tried to imagine the responsibilty of caring for three small children with special needs - who &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; communicate with you.  I commend the parents for their strength, as I have days that I feel overwhelmed with the frustration of parenting.  Watching the show made me take a moment to look around at my own girls and feel thankful for how blessed I truly am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-5567648922331418269?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5567648922331418269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=5567648922331418269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5567648922331418269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/5567648922331418269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am Thankful...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1463221537014990961</id><published>2007-06-23T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:45:52.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb and Dumber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rn3sry5gzII/AAAAAAAAACs/CQ7xT2OtmN8/s1600-h/51XVZYDA0ZL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rn3sry5gzII/AAAAAAAAACs/CQ7xT2OtmN8/s400/51XVZYDA0ZL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079476191885315202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite (comedy) movies of ALL time, is "Dumb and Dumber."  I laughed until I cried while watching it for the very first time in the movie theater.  How many years ago was that?!  I don't even want to know.  (1994, by the way.)  Anyway, that is not the point of this story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took K-Bugg to have her hair trimmed yesterday.  I would like to note that this haircut was given by a licensed professional.  I was not watching when the hair stylist "trimmed" her bangs.  When I saw the result of this haircut, I had the same reaction as I did while watching "Dumb and Dumber" for the first time (except in the opposite order).  My poor little girl has no clue that she has Lloyd's (Jim Carrey) haircut in "Dumb and Dumber"!  &lt;em&gt;At least Lloyd's bangs are straight&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rn7XAC5gzJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZzRKQ0M9rwI/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rn7XAC5gzJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZzRKQ0M9rwI/s400/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079733825498565778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1463221537014990961?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1463221537014990961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1463221537014990961' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1463221537014990961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1463221537014990961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumb-and-dumber.html' title='Dumb and Dumber?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rn3sry5gzII/AAAAAAAAACs/CQ7xT2OtmN8/s72-c/51XVZYDA0ZL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8827395378038753380</id><published>2007-06-20T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:20:12.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RnnSQi5gzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8W0zbusoPc/s1600-h/KellynnGrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RnnSQi5gzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8W0zbusoPc/s320/KellynnGrad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078321236524715122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "first" baby is growing up right before my eyes! It seems like yesterday, when I held her in my arms and watched her stare up at me in the hospital. Her eyes looked coal black in the dimly lit room. I look into those eyes now - and see a sea of green, with a hint of blue and brown looking back at me. She is not a baby anymore. She is 5 years old and missing two bottom teeth. She has a fierce love for animals and bugs. She is smart and sassy (a little &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; sassy, sometimes). She is outgoing, yet shy in front of a lot of people. She is independent and determined to find her way in this world - with or without my help. I feel proud, happy and sad all at the same time. Proud of her compassion for others and her leadership qualities. Happy to see her grow physically, socially and emotionally. But a little sad about having to let go of my "first" baby. She will be starting Kindergarten in the Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8827395378038753380?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8827395378038753380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8827395378038753380' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8827395378038753380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8827395378038753380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RnnSQi5gzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8W0zbusoPc/s72-c/KellynnGrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-7476311893888937290</id><published>2007-06-16T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:22:39.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Break is Finally Here!</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday was my last day of work.  I have been counting down the days until the end of the school year.  To celebrate, a group of teachers I work with, asked if I would go to the beach for a "Girls Trip."  Of course, I had to say yes!  We had a great time while relaxing on the beach, having a few cocktails, shopping, eating out, and jamming to 80s music in the car!  It was a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-7476311893888937290?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7476311893888937290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=7476311893888937290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7476311893888937290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/7476311893888937290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-break-is-finally-here.html' title='Summer Break is Finally Here!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6790461843107935043</id><published>2007-06-10T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:03:43.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rmypry5gy-I/AAAAAAAAABc/kZAXGcsmGsg/s1600-h/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rmypry5gy-I/AAAAAAAAABc/kZAXGcsmGsg/s400/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074617450002172898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our landscaping project is coming along.  The girls' swingset is finished - thanks to Kevin and his friend Adam.  As you can see from the photo, they also had some extra help from a 5 year old and a 3 year old.  Good times, I tell ya...Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RmypyS5gy_I/AAAAAAAAABk/BXJj9DlZ_go/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RmypyS5gy_I/AAAAAAAAABk/BXJj9DlZ_go/s400/DSC02644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074617561671322610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some grading done in the backyard in order to build the swingset.  Now that the swingset is finished, we have a dust bowl for a backyard.  We looked into putting down sod, but the landscaping company we talked to, does not recommend the installation during this time of year.  So now we are going to have to wait until September to have grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RmyrUi5gzBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FjCpQHYh610/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RmyrUi5gzBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FjCpQHYh610/s400/DSC02662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074619249593469970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next phase of our project involves the building of a retaining wall.  In the photo below, you will see the area in need of "retaining."  We are waiting on the estimate to come back from the company we talked to - and will hopefully begin work on the project this week.  Several things we are having to consider with this project:  building steps, planting groundcover on the sloped hill meeting the retaining wall, location of future pool.  (It has always been my dream to one day have a pool.  Due to a change with Kevin's job, it doesn't look like the pool will happen this year like I'd hoped.)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rmyrdy5gzCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CCQf9RssWJM/s1600-h/DSC02664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rmyrdy5gzCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CCQf9RssWJM/s400/DSC02664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074619408507259938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6790461843107935043?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6790461843107935043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6790461843107935043' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6790461843107935043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6790461843107935043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/06/making-progress.html' title='Making Progress'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rmypry5gy-I/AAAAAAAAABc/kZAXGcsmGsg/s72-c/DSC02641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-38060970053487719</id><published>2007-06-06T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:28:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>Thanks &lt;a href="http://kellyinnc.blogsome.com"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, - for tagging me and giving me something to write about. Actually, I have several things to update you guys on, but will save it for later. I need to download some pictures for my update - and I am feeling too lazy to do that right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1997 - That would be the year I moved to Virginia Beach, VA. I met two girls who ended up being some of my closest friends (&lt;a href="http://www.thescanlons.net/weblog"&gt;soapbox.SUPERSTAR &lt;/a&gt;and Kerry). During this time, I was frantically trying to finish college and working at Bennigans part-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One year ago, I was at home on maternity leave with Ella Ruby. I was enjoying my precious time with her and not missing my job as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five snacks you enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reese's Pieces&lt;br /&gt;2. Ghirardelli caramel chocolate squares (milk chocolate or dark chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;3. peanut butter crackers (the orange crackers)&lt;br /&gt;4. Betty Crocker microwavable brownie bowls&lt;br /&gt;5. trail mix (it MUST contain almonds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five songs that you know all the lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;1. Any Kelly Clarkson song! (Yes, she is one of my favorites.)&lt;br /&gt;2. You're Beautiful (James Blunt)&lt;br /&gt;3. SexyBack (Justin Timberlake - and yes, I think he is talented!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Every Rose Has Its Thorn (Poison) - I am a total hairband fan!&lt;br /&gt;5. Photograph (Nickelback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quit my job and volunteer occasionally&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;3. Put in the pool I've been wanting for the last 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay off bills for my family.&lt;br /&gt;5. Save for retirement and college for the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picking the dry skin off of my lips (I am much worse than &lt;a href="http://kellyinnc.blogsome.com"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; on this one!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Picking at my face&lt;br /&gt;3. Wishing things were different about my body&lt;br /&gt;4. Going to bed late&lt;br /&gt;5. Interrupting people in conversation (I feel I have this under control - but must admit that it's a daily struggle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending time with my family and friends &lt;br /&gt;2. Watching movies&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading (This is a new interest. I have never been one to enjoy reading.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching my girls grow&lt;br /&gt;5. Napping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things you would never wear again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The girl's version of a mullet. This was the fashionable hairstyle when I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;2. stir-up pants&lt;br /&gt;3. tight jeans&lt;br /&gt;4. pants with a tapered leg&lt;br /&gt;5. pointy toed shoes (I'm with you on this one, Kelly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My iPod&lt;br /&gt;2. My MacBook laptop &lt;br /&gt;3. Pogo Games - Do websites count? &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna tag ~&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.jacksterb.blogspot.com"&gt;Kate &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.mommyfiles.blogspot.com"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://thedramamama.blogspot.com"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.theharrells95.net/weblog"&gt;Shelly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://itscatslife.blogspot.com"&gt;Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-38060970053487719?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/38060970053487719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=38060970053487719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/38060970053487719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/38060970053487719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6787316365901102498</id><published>2007-05-29T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:07:02.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying to be Understanding...</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to be understanding...with patience, tongue-biting and compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are seven days of school left (with students). That sounds manageable, right? HELL NO! I am &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to be patient, as the wild animals (otherwise known as children) are swinging from light fixtures and acting as if they have never stepped foot in a school setting. I have practiced a number of nerve-calming strategies, such as: counting to 10 (x100), opera singing to relieve the stress, bribery with treats/rewards, laughing instead of crying, etc. What I REALLY want to do is scream, "Shut up!" "Sit down!" "GO HOME!" - and then top it off with heavy drinking to dull the pain. Do I need a break, or what?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are doing some home improvements on our property - mainly on the landscaping. First let me say that when my husband starts a project, his plans for the project tend to change a number of times before completion. These changes can occur weekly, daily, and without exaggeration - hourly. I usually let the projects take their course and offer limited suggestions. However on this occasion, I have been more vocal about my expectations - seeing how this project, which started as making room and building our daughters' swing set, has &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; turned into my husband's personal parking area. Our neighbors are going to love us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ella has now decided that her usual routine of going to sleep on her own, has officially ended. She would prefer that you hold her, rock her, rub her back, and sing sweet lullabies until falling asleep in your arms. If I didn't have to wrangle a 5 year old (who thinks sleeping is overrated) into bed each night, this would not be a problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My favorite TV show is over for the season.  What will I do with my Wednesday nights, now that "Lost" is not on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6787316365901102498?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6787316365901102498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6787316365901102498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6787316365901102498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6787316365901102498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-trying-to-be-understanding.html' title='I&apos;m Trying to be Understanding...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8071129675228892436</id><published>2007-05-23T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:27:47.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Drama</title><content type='html'>When I picked up Kellynn from school yesterday, she announced that she had a new boyfriend - AJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AJ?" I asked. "What about Austin?"&lt;br /&gt;"I broke up with him since he goes to a new school now. AJ is my &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first I'd heard of AJ. I assumed he must be a new little boy at her school. Of course, I asked her many "Mom" questions, like - What does he look like? How old is he? How do you know he is your boyfriend? (By the way, they kiss each other on the cheek. That's how she knows he is her boyfriend. NICE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when I picked her up, she met me at the door and wanted to go straight to the van. This was a bit unusual, since she normally wants to tell everyone goodbye. As we were walking to the van, we passed by the playground where children were playing. Curiosity got the best of me, so I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which little boy is AJ?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ready to go, Mom!" she said (as she's pulling me to the van).&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...but I want to see AJ. I don't want to talk to him. Just point him out to me."&lt;br /&gt;"NO! He's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; my boyfriend anymore!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Because he broke up with me today. He said he doesn't want &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice started trailing off into tears. Of course this broke my heart! I know she's only 5 years old - but some little boy broke her heart today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He called me names, too!" she continued.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt;?! He called you names? &lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; did he call you?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Putt Putt," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to control my laughter when she announced the name he called her. But then she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I called him names too...but I don't want to tell you because it's a bad word."&lt;br /&gt;"A bad word?" I asked, "What did you call him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much coaxing and reassuring her that she would &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be in trouble for telling me the "bad word," she finally agreed to tell me what she called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Idiot," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must boys are, Kellynn. You've just met one of many...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8071129675228892436?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8071129675228892436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8071129675228892436' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8071129675228892436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8071129675228892436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/05/preschool-drama.html' title='Preschool Drama'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8757540389300659513</id><published>2007-05-22T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:18:26.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare Devil - Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/269654/20070522/175955.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid amazes me! I cannot believe Ella is scaling my barricades at almost 14 months old! I used one of Kevin's "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Video-Rocker-%2522-Hot-Coffee/dp/B000930I7S"&gt;video rockers&lt;/a&gt;" to keep her away from his guitars. She is fascinated with them, and has turned them over on top of her, numerous times. I thought the chair would keep her away from them. I was wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8757540389300659513?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8757540389300659513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8757540389300659513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8757540389300659513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8757540389300659513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/05/dare-devil-take-2.html' title='Dare Devil - Take 2'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-120155466664235877</id><published>2007-05-21T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:55:12.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/269654/20070521/183202.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is proof of Ella's climbing abilities.  Notice she is saying, "No, no" as she is climbing to the top of her car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-120155466664235877?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/120155466664235877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=120155466664235877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/120155466664235877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/120155466664235877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/05/dare-devil.html' title='Dare Devil'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2165274487974114769</id><published>2007-05-14T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:20:04.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>I had a great Mother's Day yesterday. Kevin and the girls bought me a new iPod. I currently have one through work - but will soon have to give it back. It is a "First Grade" iPod and I am moving to 4th grade next year. Kevin knew how sad I was about having to give it up. Now I am happy again! It's a 30 GB with video! :) We also spent the day doing "family" stuff. We went to Lowe's to get mulch for my garden - Walmart to get worms for fishing (yes, I like to go fishing) - and to the park for a picnic, fishing and playing on the playground. It was a nice day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed in the above paragraph, that I am moving out of First grade after this school year is over. After 8 years in First grade, I am left feeling "burnt out" (is that a real word?). It was a difficult decision for me to make, as I am extremely close to my co-worker and will greatly miss working with her. But I am ready for a new challenge, and &lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;ready for more mature children. I am totally over the whining! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella is showing signs of understanding what I am saying to her, and trying to mimic words I use. As she was carrying around a book this afternoon, I asked her to bring it to me. She started saying, "Book! Book!" (but without the K). Later, while giving her a bath, I said, "Give me your foot." She lifted her foot out of the water. When I asked for the other foot, she kept giving me the same foot. I would also like to mention that Ella is a climber! Kellynn was &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; a climber. In fact, it wasn't until this year that Kellynn was brave enough to climb to the top of her bunk bed. Ella, on the other hand, tests her climbing skills on anything she can put her hands and feet upon...couch, an open dishwasher, books, riding toys, etc. Speaking of riding toys! She has conquered the &lt;a href="http://www.littletikes.com/toys/toys-detail.aspx?Product_ID=2343&amp;Ne=1&amp;N=26+109"&gt;Little Tykes car &lt;/a&gt;and can balance and stand, hands free on the top! We had to put the car away, unless we are right there with her to supervise her activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2165274487974114769?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2165274487974114769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2165274487974114769' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2165274487974114769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2165274487974114769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-ramblings_14.html' title='Random Ramblings...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-6332086382040391599</id><published>2007-05-02T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:43:01.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;really do &lt;/em&gt;have good intentions when it comes to updating my blog.  The problem is, life always seems to get in the way.  I never get around to updating, and then I forget what it was I wanted to share with you in the first place.  So, here are a few of the things I CAN remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Secret Meaning Behind Motherhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt!  I must have missed this clause in the contract when I signed up for motherhood five years ago.  I wholeheartedly thought motherhood would be a breeze the first time around with Kellynn.  After all, I love children and have devoted my career to teaching them.  Little did I know how difficult it would actually be!  The sleepless nights, the constant crying with colic, the allergies and never ending ear infections.  The moments when I seriously questioned my sanity!  Along with these things, came the guilt.  I felt guilty for wanting to sleep or for wanting some alone time.  I felt guilty for wanting to put her down after holding her all day.    Each year passed with a "new phase" - each with its own version of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to present time...and still more guilt!  We've since added Ella to our family and with her comes a &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; version of guilt.  The newborn/infant phase wasn't as difficult for me, as I felt well prepared this time.  In fact, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a breeze the second time around!  Instead, I now feel guilt for being a full-time, working mother.  I feel like I am missing out on so much of her growing up.  Because I feel I am with her so little, I wonder if she knows I am her Mommy?  I feel guilty for going to work everyday.  I feel guilty when I go to my Step class at the Y (the one thing I do for myself).  I want my girls to know me and &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be around me.  When I get home after being at work all day, I am so tired.  I just want to sit down and relax (again, more guilt).  But I know that time with my girls is limited in the afternoons and evenings, and there is no time for sitting around.  So I leave you with these questions.  Do you ever feel guilt as a mother?  How do you deal with it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Girls - Beautiful Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned a few weeks ago that I had my girls' pictures made.  As my luck would have it, they were both "scraped up" and bruised for the photo shoot.  Luckily, the photographers were able to edit the scratches and bruises out.  I am so pleased with these photos!  If you would like to see all of their pictures, send me an email and I will send the password for viewing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-6332086382040391599?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6332086382040391599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=6332086382040391599' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6332086382040391599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/6332086382040391599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-1622748679065941741</id><published>2007-04-17T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:22:54.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Drama Queen Meter" Must Be Off!</title><content type='html'>When I picked Kellynn up from school yesterday, her teacher stopped me to tell me about an incident that happened at school. She explained that while Kellynn was playing on the playground, a wood chip flew into her eye from the wind. (The wind was horrendous yesterday!) She said they were able to get the wood chip out of her eye, but Kellynn kept rubbing it. When she woke up from her nap, her eye was red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked the teacher for her concern, then led Kellynn out to the van to go home. When I helped her get into her carseat, I tried to look at her eye, but she wouldn't let me touch it. The eye itself, was not red - just the skin around it. I really didn't think anything of the incident, as Kellynn tends to be dramatic about everything! I decided I would be a good mother and call the doctor to see what they thought I should do. They referred me to a Pediatric Opthalmologist 40 mintues away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I start weighing out the pros and cons to this trip. I'm studying Kellynn's every move from my rearview mirror as we are driving down the road. Is she rubbing her eye? No. Is she constantly blinking her eye? No. Is she crying or whining? No. I almost pull into our neighborhood and blow the whole thing off, but the guilt sets in before I get a chance to make that move. What if she starts crying when we get home? Then it will be too late to take her to see the doctor. What if she is up all night crying? Then I will feel terrible. What if her cornea is scratched and I did nothing? Terrible mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take her to the Opthalmologist just to be safe. I called Kevin on the way to let him know what was going on (and to get his take on things). He agreed we should take her as well. He was able to meet us at the doctor's office since it was on his way home. Thank goodness he met us there, because he ended up having to hold Kellynn down for the doctor to check her eyes. She wanted NO PART in having her eye examined. And when the doctor wanted to dye her eye to check for scratches - and then flip her eyelid? You would have thought the world was coming to an end, the way Kellynn was kicking and screaming! In the end, I'm glad we took her. She had the outer "shell" from a beetle's exoskeleton caught in her upper eyelid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-1622748679065941741?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1622748679065941741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=1622748679065941741' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1622748679065941741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/1622748679065941741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-drama-queen-meter-must-be-off_17.html' title='My &quot;Drama Queen Meter&quot; Must Be Off!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-3041148872565594473</id><published>2007-04-12T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:10:01.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>I scheduled to have Kellynn and Ella's pictures made tomorrow.  Specifically, Ella's - for her "One Year" photo.  We planned to do outdoor photos, with the girls in sundresses and Spring flowers.  I had this magical vision of capturing my girls in the essence of Spring - dancing through the meadow, a Spring breeze blowing their golden curls...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happens today? Ella literally takes a nose dive into the grass while playing in the yard. She has scratches all over her face! Then Kellynn trips during our afternoon walk and slides across the asphalt road like she's on a &lt;a href="http://images.farmgoodsforkids.com/full/wo-90072.jpg"&gt;"Slip N Slide."&lt;/a&gt; She has road rash on both arms and removed the skin from both knees. JOY! Am I rescheduling? NO! The photographer should have Photo Shop, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-3041148872565594473?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3041148872565594473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=3041148872565594473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3041148872565594473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3041148872565594473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8306093434818643406</id><published>2007-04-10T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:58:48.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>Why is it time to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhxEbmZ8s5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0jKHPt7_xbA/s1600-h/DSC02580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhxEbmZ8s5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0jKHPt7_xbA/s400/DSC02580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051988122959393682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My "First Baby" (as Kellynn likes me to call her), lost her first tooth!  Yes, my little girl is officially BIG now!  I can't believe how quickly the last five years have passed by.  In a few months she will start Kindergarten...and then I will truly lose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhxFJmZ8s6I/AAAAAAAAABE/UvCmTTUqIAE/s1600-h/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhxFJmZ8s6I/AAAAAAAAABE/UvCmTTUqIAE/s400/DSC02546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051988913233376162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Easter!  We celebrated Easter here at our house with family and friends.  It was a great day - complete with the babies' first Easter egg hunt!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I just noticed this is my 100th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View more Easter photos &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=w30sso8.8elktlak&amp;Uy=-qpll77&amp;Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&amp;Ux=0&amp;UV=595157538194_966045028108"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8306093434818643406?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8306093434818643406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8306093434818643406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8306093434818643406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8306093434818643406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-time-to-celebrate.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Celebrate!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhxEbmZ8s5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0jKHPt7_xbA/s72-c/DSC02580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4686732375432815399</id><published>2007-04-02T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:07:37.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Attitude Stinks!</title><content type='html'>This deserves being repeated...My attitude stinks today!  Why?  I can't put my finger on it!  When I figure it out, I'll let you know!  Have you ever had a day like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4686732375432815399?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4686732375432815399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4686732375432815399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4686732375432815399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4686732375432815399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-attitude-stinks.html' title='My Attitude Stinks!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-3241008154244854118</id><published>2007-04-01T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:04:06.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Turns One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhBb4p-zrDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G5h5VFxchak/s1600-h/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhBb4p-zrDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G5h5VFxchak/s400/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048636211182414898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhBbVJ-zrCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eOtcCCYWKQg/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhBbVJ-zrCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eOtcCCYWKQg/s400/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048635601297058850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/269654/20070323/180454.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my sweet baby is one year old!  I have cherished every moment with you - watching you grow bigger right before my eyes!  I wish the time didn't go by so quickly!  It seems like yesterday, when I held you in my arms for the very first time.  When I first looked at your sweet little face, I remember thinking you were so beautiful.  I expected you to look a lot like your big sister, Kellynn - but you surprised us all with looks all your own.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You have been a blessing to our family over the last year.  You are so easy going and very happy.  You don't cry very often (which makes Mom's job easier).  Besides your cute little face and infectious laugh, I love the little "rolls" on those chubby legs of yours.  I have spent most of the last year running my fingers across those little legs (when you have been willing to sit still long enough)!  Sitting still is not one of your past times, these days.  You started walking a couple of weeks ago, and insist on walking anywhere those chubby little legs will carry you!  You love to explore the outdoors - especially the grass and clover patch in our front yard. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are also working hard on your vocabulary.  Your newest attempt is calling Kellynn's cat, "Jingles."  Of course it comes out as "G" - but I know what you're trying to say.  Speaking of Jingles, he takes a lot of abuse from you.  It's a good thing he is a patient and easy-going cat.  Since learning to walk, you have started to pull him around by his tail, as well as torque and twist his ears like you are trying to "tune in Tokyo."  Poor kitty! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looking over the past year, you have changed so much.  You have grown taller and faster!  Your hair has grown longer, complete with golden curls.  Your six little teeth shine everytime you smile.  (Did I mention your smile brightens my darkest days?)  Although there has been a lot of change over the last year, one thing will never change...you will always be our little girl and we will love you forever!  (Kellynn says she loves you to the moon and back again!)  That's a lot, sweet Ella Boo!  Happy 1st birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy and K-Bugg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-3241008154244854118?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3241008154244854118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=3241008154244854118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3241008154244854118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/3241008154244854118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/04/ella-turns-one.html' title='Ella Turns One!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RhBb4p-zrDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G5h5VFxchak/s72-c/DSC02457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-2854699494491945191</id><published>2007-03-19T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:35:21.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Again...Where do I begin?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf85ZjrRL2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XLyEWFMBZNM/s1600-h/DSC02292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf85ZjrRL2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XLyEWFMBZNM/s320/DSC02292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043813218914479970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Ella! She turned 11 months old 2 weeks ago! She is pretty much walking all over the place! She still "cruises" on the furniture, walls, etc. - but gets brave and takes off across the room whenever she pleases. Most of the time, her little legs won't take her as fast as she wants to move, so she ends up falling half way across the room. Thanks to her big sister, Ella "talks" non-stop! She has added "Mommy," "Daddy," and "Oreo" to her vocabulary (Oreo is MawMaw's dog). I mentioned last month that she prefers to self feed. She has "graduated" to actually biting pieces off and chewing her food into small pieces. She had her first chicken nugget this weekend at the beach (more on that later). In two weeks, she will be one year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf85gjrRL3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/I3yzONlwMvQ/s1600-h/DSC02243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf85gjrRL3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/I3yzONlwMvQ/s320/DSC02243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043813339173564274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my BIG girl! Kellynn went to Kindergarten registration to sign up for school next year. I can't believe my "first baby" is going to school. (She makes me call her my "first baby" because she's adament about NOT being a baby. She reminds me that ELLA is the baby!) She also has her first wiggly tooth! She has been so excited about the possibilty of the Tooth Fairy coming! I catch her constantly wiggling that tooth. She asked me tonight what happens to baby teeth after they fall out. I sensed a little hesitation about loosing the tooth. It could possibly be my fault since I brought home a children's "Weekly Reader" about loosing baby teeth. It had a diagram of a tooth. She wanted to know what the "red" part was (pulp), and asked if her tooth would bleed. I told her it might, but just a little. And that the Tooth Fairy keeps baby teeth that fall out - to give to &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; babies. She said she was, "okay with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf854jrRL4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GuLYBSrW9AM/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf854jrRL4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GuLYBSrW9AM/s320/DSC02358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043813751490424706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf84jTrRL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d2w3MH-7Q84/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf84jTrRL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d2w3MH-7Q84/s320/DSC02357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043812286906576722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a famiy note...We went to Myrtle Beach this weekend. Kevin wanted to go to a car show that is hosted there every year. This was our first time attending. I have a feeling we will be going every year now. We had a great time! Kevin went to the car show on both Friday and Saturday. Of course, he had to leave early in the morning so he didn't miss a single thing! I, on the other hand, didn't need to be there both days - and definitly didn't need to wake up at the crack of dawn on my mini-vacation! After sleeping in both days, I went shopping at the new mall on Friday with the "girls" (my girly crew, MawMaw, Kevin's Aunt Judy, cousin Jennifer and her children). We did some more shopping on Saturday and then headed over to the car show for the last couple of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-2854699494491945191?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2854699494491945191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=2854699494491945191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2854699494491945191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/2854699494491945191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/03/againwhere-do-i-begin.html' title='Again...Where do I begin?!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/Rf85ZjrRL2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XLyEWFMBZNM/s72-c/DSC02292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-8653346716929095779</id><published>2007-03-05T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:44:36.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends are Forever'/><title type='text'>New and Spiffy!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my pal &lt;a href="http://www.thescanlons.net/weblog/"&gt;Misty&lt;/a&gt;, I have a new look!  She designed it herself!  She is so crafty!  Thanks, Misty!  I LOVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-8653346716929095779?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8653346716929095779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=8653346716929095779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8653346716929095779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/8653346716929095779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-and-spiffy.html' title='New and Spiffy!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-668541871809587875</id><published>2007-03-01T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:45:03.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Now it's MY turn!  I get everyone well, and now I am sick!  I have Laryngitis and an achiness in my back.  It looks like I'm getting a chest cold.  Luckily, I'm taking an antibiotic, so I hope this doesn't last too long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-668541871809587875?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/668541871809587875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=668541871809587875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/668541871809587875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/668541871809587875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/03/help_01.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-27930697127994632</id><published>2007-02-24T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:21:50.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>First - Ella somehow contracted a virus called, "Hand, Foot and Mouth disesase" two weekends ago.  It sounds worse than it is.  It's just a childhood virus children can get (like Chickenpox or Measles).  It gives painful blisters/ulcers in the mouth, on the throat, on the hands and feet.  Ella only had them in her mouth and throat.  Unfortunately, she missed our family skiing trip because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - K-Bugg got Pink Eye last weekend.  We battled Pink Eye for 4 days.  She wouldn't stop rubbing her eyes - which as most moms know, will only reinfect the eyes.  Fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally - I am once again stuck at home for the weekend due to Ella having a double ear infection.  She started running a fever yesterday afternoon.  **UPDATE - As of 4:00 today, she now has Pink Eye too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I almost forgot!  I was also lucky enough to be selected for jury duty!  I was supposed (notice I said supposed) to be in court this past Monday to serve on a jury.  DId I show up?  NO!  I completely forgot about it!  Did you know you can be charged with, "Failure to Appear" and receive a fine for not showing up?  I freaked out when I read this information on the letter!  And it didn't help any, with my husband saying things like, "Who are you going to make your one phone call to?" - or (talking to our daughter) "Give Mommy a big kiss when she drops you off at school today.  This might be the last time you see her for awhile."  He also enjoyed calling me a "convict."  Anyway...I was lucky, because it turns out that they didn't need me anyway!  The Jury Coordinator told me not to worry about it.  Whew!  I was sweating that one out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-27930697127994632?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/27930697127994632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=27930697127994632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/27930697127994632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/27930697127994632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-766427561988872314</id><published>2007-02-23T15:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:58:40.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incase You Were Wondering...</title><content type='html'>Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stock girl at Publix (grocery store)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sitting with an elderly woman with Emphysema&lt;br /&gt;3. Substitute teacher&lt;br /&gt;4. First grade teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I would see over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Legends of the Fall&lt;br /&gt;2. Shawshank Redemption&lt;br /&gt;3. Moll Flanders&lt;br /&gt;4. Lord of the Rings (any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything Italian&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything with garlic&lt;br /&gt;3. Blackened steak&lt;br /&gt;4. Bread (not white bread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I’d rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. At the beach&lt;br /&gt;2. In the mountains&lt;br /&gt;3. On a date with my husband or on the couch watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;4. A new classroom (I hate being in a mobile unit at school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will complete this survey for themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I don't know...Does anyone read this thing anymore?  I haven't updated in a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-766427561988872314?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/766427561988872314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=766427561988872314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/766427561988872314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/766427561988872314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/02/incase-you-were-wondering.html' title='Incase You Were Wondering...'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-4787288092279879998</id><published>2007-02-19T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:00:17.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Where Do I Begin?</title><content type='html'>Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 10th - I turned 34!  I didn't do anything special for my birthday this year.  I shared my day with my family, the ones I love.  That made it a great day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 29th - K bugg turned 5!  She had a small party at Chuck E. Cheese with just the family.  The rest of her "birthday" was spent at Ski Beech in the mountains.  She took skiing lessons for two days, and became a pro by the end of our trip.  She skis faster than ME!  We hope to take her back at least one more time before the season is over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 30th - Ella turned 10 months old!  She is cruising all over the place!  She has also taken a step or two on her own.  She says "ma ma," "da da," "kitty," "no no," and "uh oh" when she falls down.  She feeds herself table food and refuses to allow any help during this time.  Her favorite toy is the telephone and often pretends to talk on the cell phone.  She also loves to play with her big sister!  Unfortunately, her big sister doesn't always have time for her these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-4787288092279879998?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4787288092279879998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=4787288092279879998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4787288092279879998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/4787288092279879998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-do-i-begin_7788.html' title='Where Do I Begin?'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-116865343603608344</id><published>2007-01-12T20:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:57:16.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>I recently watched a show on the comedy channel.  I think it was, "The Best of Chris Farley."  I laughed until I cried watching this clip.  Of course, Chris Farley is hilarious...but Patrick Swayze is killing me with that hair!  I know this is an old clip, but did Patrick Swayze actually have hair like that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='357'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.jibjab.com/watch/396052'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.jibjab.com/watch/396052' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='357'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.jibjab.com/jokebox/jokebox/jibjab/id/396052/jokeid/93828'&gt;SNL..... "Chippendales Try Outs" Chris Farley &amp; Patrick Swayze&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.jibjab.com/jokebox/jokebox_sendtofriend.aspx?id=396052&amp;jokeid=93828'&gt;Send To Friends&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.jibjab.com/'&gt;Funny Animation Movies at JibJab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-116865343603608344?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/116865343603608344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=116865343603608344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/116865343603608344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/116865343603608344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/01/hilarious_12.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18378010.post-116788536937968111</id><published>2007-01-03T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:50:24.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 5...Acting More like 15!</title><content type='html'>Every day, Kellynn makes me question what my life is going to be like with her as a teenager.  I don't need a fortune teller to tell me that we will have drama in our house when she hits the teen years!  Take for example, what happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rushing around to get the girls ready to leave the house on time.  Ella has a 9 month check up and I need to get Kellynn to daycare before the appointment.  I call for Kellynn to get moving because I am ready to walk out of the door.  Here she comes, carrying a purse-sized bag full of make-up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did all of that make-up come from?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Auntie gave it to me," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She gave you ALL of that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she replies.  (I knew she had given her "play" make-up for Christmas - but didn't realize how much!  Also, this make-up isn't "play" make-up at all.  It's more like the real thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please give me that bag of make-up.  I thought Dad put that up the other night.  You need Mommy or Daddy to play with make-up."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately runs to her room with the bag.  Again I ask for the make-up, while threatening to leave her (as I'm walking out the door).  I have to start counting before she finally comes running.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's MY make-up!  Auntie gave it to me.  Can I take it to school for Show and Tell?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!  I'm not talking about it anymore.  Get into the van before I leave you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reluctantly hands over the make-up, but wants me to know she is upset.  She stomps to the van, folds up her arms, and fumes all the way to daycare.  I can hear her behind me, talking under her breath.  I can see her in the rear-view mirror bobbing her head from side to side, while talking quietly to herself and making angry faces.  She was clearly not happy with me.  My thoughts?  She'll get over it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to that afternoon, upon picking her up from school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into her classroom and about six children (including Kellynn) come running up to me from behind a shelf.  They are all wearing pink sparkly lip gloss.  Even the BOYS are wearing the lip gloss!  Of course, I question her teacher (who is sitting across the room with other students) about the lip gloss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I naively ask, "What is going on?  Did someone get lip gloss out of the treasure box today?"  (Kellynn is always bringing something home from the treasure box...candy, hair bows, bracelets, tattoos, etc.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Kellynn get out her lip gloss again?  I told her to keep it in her cubby with the lipstick," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lipstick?!  Where did the lip gloss AND lipstick come from?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She brought it from home today," the teacher replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at Kellynn.  She is staring up at me with those beautiful eyes and that devilish grin.  I am thinking to myself...How did she bring the lip gloss and lipstick to school?  I took her make-up away from her this morning - not to mention, she didn't have any pockets to put them in.  I think I would have noticed her carrying something in with her when I dropped her off at school!  So I ask...the idiot that I am...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you bring this to school today?  I didn't see you carry it in with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up both arms and pulls at her long sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I put them in here, Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child hid lipstick and lip gloss in her sleeves!  What am I in for?!  She is only 5 (almost), and already smuggling "illegal" items to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18378010-116788536937968111?l=naenaeinnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/feeds/116788536937968111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18378010&amp;postID=116788536937968111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/116788536937968111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18378010/posts/default/116788536937968111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/2007/01/almost-5acting-more-like-15.html' title='Almost 5...Acting More like 15!'/><author><name>NaeNae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279564325319453789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1slIsXRG3c/RpesnktCvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxK4HXpet3w/s200/Renee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
