<?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-7096644104686984286</id><updated>2012-01-30T08:37:39.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Minutes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-1020491801343015191</id><published>2012-01-28T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:56:52.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Fears</title><content type='html'>I will eventually get around to posting a recent picture of Mati Claire and Mattox. &amp;nbsp;I have had so much going on that I don't think I've taken any since Christmas morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psoriasis seems to be almost completely gone except for the white spots of new skin that need a tan! &lt;br /&gt;A quick update on baby #3. &amp;nbsp;Hematoma had shrunk to less than 1cm so Dr. T took me off bedrest! Hallelujah!!! &amp;nbsp;I haven't bled in a month. &amp;nbsp;But you know if one problem goes away...it just leaves the door open for another. &amp;nbsp;I don't feel up for sharing any other information, &amp;nbsp;but we saw some things on the ultrasound that were not considered normal and I have an appointment with a specialist in a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my title. &amp;nbsp;What are your fears? &amp;nbsp;Especially as a mother? &amp;nbsp;I am going to be brutally honest and blunt. &amp;nbsp;I fear for my children's safety first. &amp;nbsp;I think every mother has "gone there" with their thoughts at some point in their life. &amp;nbsp;I know I have imagined every horrible thing that could ever happen to them because it is such a strong fear. &amp;nbsp;Death, car wreck, rape, kidnapping, severe trauma, abuse, not breathing as newborns, etc. &amp;nbsp;My next fear is along the same lines but involving other family members. &amp;nbsp;The list goes on: &amp;nbsp;house burning down, my children never finding salvation, burglary, school issues, someone suing me or making a mistake at work, losing a job... you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, I would take each and every bad thing that will ever happen to them upon myself if I could. &amp;nbsp;I know they have to experience things to learn, but you know what I mean. &amp;nbsp;I would take it. &amp;nbsp;After my doctor's appointment, I have done some serious soul-searching. &amp;nbsp;Some serious crying. &amp;nbsp;Reading, researching, talking. &amp;nbsp;And some serious praying. &amp;nbsp;Usually one asks God, "Why?" Why is this happening to me? &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, I didn't ask that this time. &amp;nbsp;After a few days, my only question was "what purpose does it serve?" "what good can come out of it?" &amp;nbsp; And I know one of the obvious answers is love. &amp;nbsp;And I'll get to that. &amp;nbsp;But as if God was speaking right to me, I thought "to make you face and perhaps live your fear and bring you closer to me." &amp;nbsp; Some part of me was so afraid... you think you can't live. &amp;nbsp;To be honest, I couldn't breathe. &amp;nbsp;We always hear someone say, "I just don't know what I'd do if {insert name of fear} happened to me." &amp;nbsp; Well, you call on Jesus. &amp;nbsp;You lean on Him. &amp;nbsp;I'm telling you that I am staring that fear right smack in the face and the ONLY thing that gives me peace is Jesus. &amp;nbsp;A lot of times I don't say anything to those who have lost loved ones. &amp;nbsp;Mainly because I know nothing I say will help them or ease their pain. &amp;nbsp;I am usually so upset myself, that all I can muster out is "I love you and I'm here for you." &amp;nbsp;How do I explain what has helped me...... read Phil 4:6-7; Psalm 73:26; Psalm 139; and 1 Peter 4. &amp;nbsp;I have found myself even more addicted to KLOVE radio (if that was even possible) and caught myself reading the Bible on my phone at red lights. &amp;nbsp;I am yearning for that peace that I didn't think possible before. &amp;nbsp;I heard Jesus whispering, "I love you and I'm here for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as mothers, God blessed us with that special love that we would do anything for our children. &amp;nbsp;And that is how Jesus loves his children. &amp;nbsp;He loved us so much that he wanted to take away our pain. &amp;nbsp;He is truly giving me the 'peace that surpasses all understanding'... after a few days to collect myself. &amp;nbsp;How could I not lean on Him, when He knows exactly what I'm going through. &amp;nbsp;As women, we tend to find support groups of friends that understand and have similar experiences. &amp;nbsp;To me, Jesus has been in my position. He knows pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I learned in the past 96 hours? &amp;nbsp;A.LOT. &amp;nbsp;Matt and I have discussed things (as much as he will) that I never dreamed we'd be discussing. &amp;nbsp;We've become even closer -- again, if that was even possible. &amp;nbsp;Can't imagine what 20 years of marriage will be like ;) &amp;nbsp; Learned so many medical terms that I've have never heard of, which is bad in our house (Matt knew). &amp;nbsp;I learned that my praying was off. &amp;nbsp;I was jumping straight to the "meat" of the prayer and the "I wants" but was forgetting everything else I have to be thankful for. &amp;nbsp;Didn't realize it, but I was taking my kids for granted in a way - as much as I hate to admit that. &amp;nbsp;Seriously... in the day to day chaos...do you sit down and just take in your child's beautifulness?&amp;nbsp;Is that even a word? &amp;nbsp;Not talking about physical beauty either... just at how perfect they are and how all of us are created in His image. &amp;nbsp;At what a miracle they are. &amp;nbsp;All of a sudden, I look at my kids in a new light. &amp;nbsp;God is in every situation - whether we know it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am facing a giant fear. &amp;nbsp;We need every prayer we can get. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-1020491801343015191?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1020491801343015191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=1020491801343015191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1020491801343015191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1020491801343015191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2012/01/facing-fears.html' title='Facing Fears'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3395098644555496682</id><published>2012-01-19T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:05:51.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Easy It Is</title><content type='html'>to forget!!! The doctor can go ahead and label my chart with a 'Caution: Alzheimer's patient' sticker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &amp;nbsp;Matt had to remind me this morning that it was my birthday. &amp;nbsp;yep. &amp;nbsp;Woke me up by telling me Happy Birthday and I actually said "huh?".....what are you talking about? &amp;nbsp;i had no clue. &amp;nbsp;My first thoughts consisted of 'i have to get mc dressed, need to get breakfast going, mom's not here so get up...' &amp;nbsp;btw, Gigi is getting a much needed break from Mattox. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &amp;nbsp;and no matter how many kids you have... i don't think you ever remember just how BAD you feel with each one. &amp;nbsp;Because if you did - you certainly wouldn't do it again. &amp;nbsp;How can I forget that morning sickness doesn't go away at the end of first trimester like "it should." &amp;nbsp;And just the overall BLAH feeling. &amp;nbsp;No energy. &amp;nbsp;Headaches. &amp;nbsp;Nausea. &amp;nbsp;Lack of appetite. &amp;nbsp;Stretching pains. &amp;nbsp;Back aches. &amp;nbsp;Lack of mental clarity. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And with each episode of whatever...i say to myself "oh i forgot about that." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &amp;nbsp;Then I'm eating at a restaurant. &amp;nbsp;I eat whatever I feel like because nothing goes over well anyway. &amp;nbsp;My goal when ordering is to find something that won't make me throw up. &amp;nbsp;Then a friend says "Aren't you pregnant?" &amp;nbsp;and hinting at the fact that its not on a pregnancy or healthy diet. &amp;nbsp; I reply by shoving another bite in my mouth. &amp;nbsp;Yes I am. &amp;nbsp;But I didn't want to admit the real reason --- i FORGOT!! &amp;nbsp;I forgot I wasn't suppose to eat feta cheese or shrimp. &amp;nbsp;Yes, full off pride. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you walk past me and I don't see/recognize/speak to you - it.is.not.you.its.me. I apologize and my brain will hopefully return in approximately 6 months (+plus a few for sleep deprivation). &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've edited this post to add this quick story:&lt;br /&gt;MC: &amp;nbsp;"did your friends forget to come to your party tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "well, when you get my age you don't really have birthday parties like you do."&lt;br /&gt;MC: "wow...you must be really old then. &amp;nbsp;my friends wouldn't forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...i am that old that i would forget my own party. love that little stinker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3395098644555496682?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3395098644555496682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3395098644555496682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3395098644555496682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3395098644555496682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-easy-it-is.html' title='How Easy It Is'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4951289269770793368</id><published>2012-01-03T14:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:58:45.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>I am so looking forward to this year! Its not a resolution, but I hope to improve myself physically first. &amp;nbsp;And I am not talking about losing weight. &amp;nbsp;My goal is to recover from psoriasis and being on bedrest for pregnancy. &amp;nbsp;I feel like my body has reached its limit all at once. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I've been hit from every angle. &amp;nbsp;And my C-section is not even here yet. &amp;nbsp;I'll really be begging for mercy then. &amp;nbsp;I need a haircut, bikini wax, eyebrow wax... oh heck, just give me a total makeover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to spend as much time with loved ones as I possibly can this year (and every year). &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to meet a new special baby that I know is a gift from God. &amp;nbsp;I feel like my excitement is beginning to take over lately and I probably need to reel myself back in... we're not out of the woods yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a dear old friend yesterday in Vicksburg. &amp;nbsp;Shelly was one of the most genuine people I have ever met. &amp;nbsp;She was the sweetest, nicest, funniest, strongest, and most loyal friend. &amp;nbsp;She was one of those people that never did anything wrong in her entire life (granted I know we all have) - but I couldn't imagine anything bad ever happening to her. &amp;nbsp;Some people have said it brings them more sadness, but I find peace in knowing she is in heaven with her mom. &amp;nbsp;You know Mrs. Donna was there welcoming her. &amp;nbsp; Shelly was older than me so we never had classes together - in fact, I don't even know how we really met - except our moms worked together - we were just naturally friends. &amp;nbsp;A true friend. &amp;nbsp;She will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out an old picture album to post one of Shelly and me. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't find one to do her justice, but if you are ever looking for a very funny and memorable conversation.... let your 4 1/2 year old daughter look through the pictures with you. &amp;nbsp;It was from 1988 - 1990. &amp;nbsp;75% of my pictures have something to do with ballet. &lt;br /&gt;MC: "what are you doing here?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;"I took ballet for many years back then" &lt;br /&gt;MC: "so you were a ballerina?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "yeah i guess" &lt;br /&gt;MC: "oh.... but now you're a mom." &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: &amp;nbsp;(looking at a picture of me in school) "is that you, mom?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;MC: &amp;nbsp;"were you special?"&lt;br /&gt;A million things ran through my mind. No, I wasn't special. &amp;nbsp;I thought about Shelly. &amp;nbsp;She was special. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;May we all enjoy the new year. &amp;nbsp;May we all hug a little tighter, smile a little bigger, pray a little more often, sing a little louder, and drive a little slower. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4951289269770793368?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4951289269770793368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4951289269770793368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4951289269770793368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4951289269770793368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-7373902388490440154</id><published>2011-12-30T18:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:35:26.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Spot Run</title><content type='html'>Here's an update on my skin....ha - in case anyone is actually interested. &amp;nbsp;sounds stupid now that I type it out. &amp;nbsp;it must feel like reading a dermatology book, right? &amp;nbsp;The newer picture on the right was taken a few weeks ago... so it looks even better now. &amp;nbsp;I've read that pregnancy will "treat" it during that time, but that usually after delivery, it will come back with a vengeance. &amp;nbsp;So I'm mentally preparing myself to look like the left picture again in the near future. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't able to start any of my herbs that worked 10 years ago because I found out I was pregnant, so pregnancy really does help. &amp;nbsp;My OB joked that maybe I should stay pregnant - WHAT.EVER. &amp;nbsp;Looks like I get to enjoy a 'not-too-itchy' pregnancy... thank heavens! &amp;nbsp;The new skin is stark white so now my arms and back look like the Michael Jackson syndrome (looks like vitiligo but its not). &amp;nbsp;I can deal with discoloration though. &amp;nbsp;Long story short = its gone from almost unbearable to tolerable. &amp;nbsp;Yay! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg5NtpxQjsA/Tv5TdiTfUZI/AAAAAAAABec/Z-Mb1BlrU2s/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg5NtpxQjsA/Tv5TdiTfUZI/AAAAAAAABec/Z-Mb1BlrU2s/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-j1ohT2imw/Tv5TWdFyt9I/AAAAAAAABeU/0-aNGnXrCBo/s1600/stomach1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-j1ohT2imw/Tv5TWdFyt9I/AAAAAAAABeU/0-aNGnXrCBo/s320/stomach1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have an update on baby - except its still hanging in there. &amp;nbsp;I go back next week. &amp;nbsp;Prayers are appreciated. &amp;nbsp; God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-7373902388490440154?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7373902388490440154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=7373902388490440154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/7373902388490440154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/7373902388490440154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/12/run-spot-run.html' title='Run Spot Run'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg5NtpxQjsA/Tv5TdiTfUZI/AAAAAAAABec/Z-Mb1BlrU2s/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4852807766641726561</id><published>2011-12-20T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:24:29.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RNUkvMigNA/TvE67GaUkxI/AAAAAAAABeI/PdT5oZrGMBw/s1600/Scan+1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RNUkvMigNA/TvE67GaUkxI/AAAAAAAABeI/PdT5oZrGMBw/s320/Scan+1.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have purposely NOT been blogging. &amp;nbsp;Because the only news to share at the moment is skating on thin ice. &amp;nbsp;Yes, we are pregnant with baby #3!!! &amp;nbsp;Due in July. &amp;nbsp;Thought every thing was going well... was even working alot to get some extra Christmas money. &amp;nbsp;At 6 weeks, I started bleeding heavily at work. &amp;nbsp;I never even spotted with the other 2 so this completely shocked me. &amp;nbsp;Started cramping bad. &amp;nbsp;Called Matt, called the doctor, then called my boss to tell him I was walking out of the pharmacy. &amp;nbsp;I have ALWAYS wanted to walk out and close down a pharmacy in the middle of the day - but NOT for this reason. &amp;nbsp;We were going to wait to tell anyone until Christmas Day...but this little fighter likes attention already. &amp;nbsp;I cried all the way to the hospital because I KNEW I had miscarried. &amp;nbsp;Called mom and told her 'not only am i pregnant but now i'm miscarrying.' &amp;nbsp; Got to the hospital and surprise!!! There's a heartbeat! Praise the Lord. &amp;nbsp;They told me I had a threatened miscarriage... basically go home and wait to miscarry. &amp;nbsp;I bled all week and went back the next week. &amp;nbsp;There's STILL a heartbeat! But this time they see a large hematoma (sub-chorionic hematoma = SCH). &amp;nbsp;Basically, its an internal bleed/ blood clot of unknown cause. &amp;nbsp;So I have a high risk of miscarriage and they put me on bedrest. &amp;nbsp;They just keep watching it and it will either get reabsorbed, pass (hopefully without the baby), or stay for 9 months. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't usually affect the baby (unless it causes a miscarriage), but doesn't affect the physical development. &amp;nbsp; I went back today and the hematoma had shrunk 1 cm (originally measured over 5 cm and now its a little over 4 cm). &amp;nbsp;And the baby had grown. &amp;nbsp;I still bleed everyday. &amp;nbsp;You can't really tell what's what in this picture. &amp;nbsp;But the baby is at the top...and the little black hole is it's brain. &amp;nbsp;You also can't see the hematoma in this picture but maybe I'll post it later...its interesting. &amp;nbsp;They think the little round ball at the bottom is a PIECE of the hematoma. &amp;nbsp; Still on bedrest but I am thanking the good God above for Gigi. &amp;nbsp;My mom is here helping me. &amp;nbsp; I'm not allowed to pick up my kids and that's difficult when you have a 21 month old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are probably wondering why I am announcing it. &amp;nbsp;First of all, its a miracle. &amp;nbsp;And honestly, I can't hide this belly much longer. &amp;nbsp;But seriously, bedrest has changed things. &amp;nbsp;You can imagine all the questions and praying that goes through my head. &amp;nbsp;If I still miscarry, then we can discuss that then. &amp;nbsp;But I am optimistic and pray heavily that this baby makes it healthy and full term! &amp;nbsp;God has a plan. &amp;nbsp;I don't understand it but I am okay with whatever He gives me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and I'm predicting a girl. &amp;nbsp;Could be wrong... but that's just my mother's intuition. &amp;nbsp;This one likes drama. &amp;nbsp;And I've been 100% right 50% of the time. &amp;nbsp;(I thought all of mine were girls). &amp;nbsp;lol ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone!! We are blessed... x3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4852807766641726561?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4852807766641726561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4852807766641726561&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4852807766641726561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4852807766641726561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RNUkvMigNA/TvE67GaUkxI/AAAAAAAABeI/PdT5oZrGMBw/s72-c/Scan+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8997881961059696007</id><published>2011-11-26T22:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:43:27.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for so many things. &amp;nbsp;First my Savior, Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;Without Him, I would be nothing. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful He died for me when I do not deserve it. &amp;nbsp;He saves me... every single day. &amp;nbsp;Then I am thankful for my family. &amp;nbsp;People say that a lot, but I don't know if a lot of people give the reasons they are thankful for their family. &amp;nbsp;Matt is my other rock. &amp;nbsp;He keeps me grounded. &amp;nbsp;He always gives me a practical and logical answer - which I am thankful is usually the 'non-stressful' answer. &amp;nbsp;I can see where Mati Claire comes from. &amp;nbsp;He sees things differently than I do and for that I am so thankful. &amp;nbsp;And he still makes me laugh. &amp;nbsp;My kids do too. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful for them. &amp;nbsp;They teach me way more than I ever expected. &amp;nbsp;They have taught me to be more patient. &amp;nbsp;And to see things through their eyes is absolutely amazing. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful for every single minute with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a roof over my head. &amp;nbsp;I've had one of those months where I've been praying for a rainy day to stay inside and do nothing. &amp;nbsp;A day where I didn't have to try to cover these spots up...or pretend I don't itch from head to toe. &amp;nbsp;God blessed us with rain today! And we stayed in and decorated the Christmas tree. &amp;nbsp;Tried to ignore my 2 little one's being Scrooges, and forced the Christmas spirit upon them. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't even get mad at Mattox when he broke ornaments, because I am thankful for the time we had together today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my parents and sister. &amp;nbsp;They are still teaching me and helping me. &amp;nbsp;Whether its a cooking question, or a parenting question, or a 'how-do-i-fix-this' question - they always help me. &amp;nbsp; And they are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on.... but I'll cut it off there. &amp;nbsp;I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! My 2 turkeys have slept late every morning this week so they will learn to be thankful for holiday breaks from school eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8997881961059696007?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8997881961059696007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8997881961059696007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8997881961059696007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8997881961059696007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3594538896754920674</id><published>2011-11-19T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:05:18.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Schwiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9YfvBbxE1vU?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of my recent psoriasis research, I found that ALOT of people respond well to drastic diet changes. This was never even mentioned that I know of 15 years ago or I would have tried it then. &amp;nbsp;But for the last week I have been sugar free, caffeine free, carb free, gluten and wheat free, dairy and egg free, "nightshade" free, and berry free. &amp;nbsp; Yes, I cheated twice this week. &amp;nbsp;I am having the hardest problem with gluten/wheat and cheese products. &amp;nbsp;When I think of diet, I think of whole-wheat breads, yogurt, portion control, etc... this is on a whole new level baby. &amp;nbsp;All I eat is fruits (and only certain ones), vegetables, salads, fish, chicken, turkey, and water. &amp;nbsp;To me it seems close to the raw/vegan diet but adding a little meat. &amp;nbsp;Even if I buy gluten free, it still has something else in it like sugar or egg. &amp;nbsp;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I've been pretty good until today. &amp;nbsp;Today I could have impersonated Chris Farley well when he screams "I'M STARVING!!" &amp;nbsp;What have I learned so far? &amp;nbsp;Food is not your reason for living. &amp;nbsp;It's there to sustain you. &amp;nbsp;Period. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't have to taste good. &amp;nbsp;And I do feel better. &amp;nbsp;I noticed I didn't take a snooze on the couch while kids were watching tv. &amp;nbsp;I have more energy. &amp;nbsp;I sleep better. &amp;nbsp; And then when I did cheat, I felt tired and sleepy, and just really guilty. &amp;nbsp; When I say energy, I woke up at 7:00am Thursday and stayed wide awake through the midnight show of Twilight.... got 4 hours of sleep and was back at Mati Claire's school by 8:30am still going strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;What were my cheating foods? You'd think it would be chocolate or a real Coke. &amp;nbsp;No, went to Chick-Fil-A and ordered the grilled chicken breast on a WHEAT bun plain. &amp;nbsp;Then today, we had Shipley's donuts. &amp;nbsp;Yes that was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I haven't managed to bring myself to making a certain named smoothie recipe. &amp;nbsp;Can you imagine blending romaine lettuce, broccoli, carrots, cauliflower, zucchini, celery, sweet potatoes or yams, squash, parsley, flax oil, onions, unsweetened apple juice, olive oil, unsweetened soy milk, pineapple, banana, pears, grapes, honey, and lemon??? &amp;nbsp;Some people with psoriasis make this first thing in the morning and that's all they eat!! &amp;nbsp;I bought all the ingredients... and then chickened out. &amp;nbsp;Individually, yes... all mashed together, no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The spots on my face and neck are looking better. &amp;nbsp;Not gone, but better. &amp;nbsp;I still look dreadful from there down. &amp;nbsp;They say I can start to add things back to the diet when you figure out what your trigger is. &amp;nbsp;I honestly don't think food is my trigger, but I will try anything that may help this go away faster. &amp;nbsp;Another good thing is that my family is eating somewhat healthier because I don't cook anymore. &amp;nbsp;ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I've reached the "flaky" stage. &amp;nbsp;So if the wind blows, its me snowing, not the weather. ;) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3594538896754920674?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3594538896754920674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3594538896754920674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3594538896754920674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3594538896754920674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/11/chris-farley-french-fries.html' title='Diet Schwiet'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9YfvBbxE1vU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6135311943321328374</id><published>2011-11-05T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:04:09.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guttate Psoriasis</title><content type='html'>My name is Carrie.&amp;nbsp; And I have guttate psoriasis.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&amp;nbsp; I have to attempt to crack jokes because there is nothing funny about it.&amp;nbsp; And I'm sure you've never heard of it, right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my personal history related to this subject (and I'll try to make it the short version).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The day after my freshman year of college, I came home and decided to sunbathe! I wanted to relax and just enjoy the day basking in the sun! The next morning I woke up with a few small red spots on my leg.&amp;nbsp; The next day they were the size of quarters.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the week there were so many spots they all ran together and covered my entire torso and the majority of my arms and legs.&amp;nbsp; I spent the entire summer wearing long sleeves and pants.&amp;nbsp; Went as far as to think I was allergic to the sun.&amp;nbsp; I went to 2 dermatologists and no one could tell me what it was or how to treat it.&amp;nbsp; No cream worked.&amp;nbsp; The first biopsy showed "yeast" in the skin. (fyi, there's always yeast on your skin).&amp;nbsp; So we tried anti-yeast/anti-fungal medications.&amp;nbsp; Come to find out I'm deathly allergic to antifungals.&amp;nbsp; Broke out in &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/stevens-johnson-syndrome/DS00940" target="_blank"&gt;Stevens-Johnson Syndrome&lt;/a&gt; which is a whole other post in itself.&amp;nbsp; I wrote my senior pharmacy paper on SJS.&amp;nbsp; Second biopsy finally showed &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/psoriasis/guttate-psoriasis" target="_blank"&gt;Guttate Psoriasis&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You can Google it or click on the &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/psoriasis/guttate-psoriasis" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I won't give you a term paper on it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lived with it for 4 years (it had progressed to chronic plaque psoriasis).&amp;nbsp; Looking back, it was the darkest days I've ever had.&amp;nbsp; I was severely depressed.&amp;nbsp; I thought God was punishing me for everything I deserved..and I deserved much worse than psoriasis.&amp;nbsp; Was I mad at God?&amp;nbsp; Absolutely.&amp;nbsp; I thought I wasn't worth anything because of the way I looked.&amp;nbsp; I mean really, what freshman girl in college do you know that doesn't put alot of weight on the way you look?&amp;nbsp;What guy would ever look at someone covered in plaque psoriasis?&amp;nbsp; What person would want to be friends with me if they knew what I looked like underneath it all?&amp;nbsp; yes...severely depressed.&amp;nbsp; Cried every night for years.&amp;nbsp; Rock.Bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God taught me a HUGE lesson through it all.&amp;nbsp; Obviously I learned a person's worth is not what you look like.&amp;nbsp; I realized I was one&amp;nbsp;superficial brat (words from my own grandmother-ha!)&amp;nbsp;I was putting so much pressure on myself to look right, act right, etc.&amp;nbsp; Course you couldn't tell me that while I was in the valley.&amp;nbsp; I went to pharmacy school due to my allergic reaction curiosity.&amp;nbsp; My first year I came upon a compounding pharmacist.&amp;nbsp; He said "when you don't have any other option and you're at the end of your rope...come to me."&amp;nbsp; Course, he was speaking of compounding medicine.&amp;nbsp; So I met with him, he researched psoriasis... me, him, and his herbalist came up with a plan that you wouldn't believe if I told you.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have made up that story - it was so crazy.&amp;nbsp; Long story short = I took TONS of vitamins and herbs and it took a month for my psoriasis to go into remission.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in remission until this week.&amp;nbsp; 10 years free.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those things I never took for granted.&amp;nbsp; There wasn't a day I didn't remember those days, but it was also 'out of sight out of mind.'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We went to Disney World and I caught an upper respiratory infection (for all you other psoriasis sufferers you know this is a trigger).&amp;nbsp; I started taking a few medicines and woke up with a rash.&amp;nbsp; Thought I was just allergic to something - perhaps laundry detergent?&amp;nbsp; Maybe my Starbucks latte?&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its back.&amp;nbsp; Guess I just wanted to warn everyone that if you see me covered in long sleeves and jeans for the next few years.&amp;nbsp; At least its winter now.&amp;nbsp; I have it in my hair and on my face this time - which is different than before.&amp;nbsp; Can't cover that up.&amp;nbsp; Going to try really hard for my kids' sake not to get too down about it...&amp;nbsp; but I definitely have my moments.&amp;nbsp; Maybe you're thinking it can't be that bad, right?&amp;nbsp; No one understands until you've experienced it.&amp;nbsp; I would post pics but it grosses most people out.&amp;nbsp; The good news is I won't spend months trying creams that don't work, or weeks trying to find out what it is, or getting my hopes up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's 10 years worth of progress in the study of it.&amp;nbsp; I'm interested in trying the diet for inflammation (lots of fish, no dairy or red meat.)&amp;nbsp; And I'm always up for trying the new medications approved for psoriasis.&amp;nbsp; I had a bit of a meltdown this morning.&amp;nbsp; Matt told me it could be worse.. in the midst of my crying I asked him 'how?'.&amp;nbsp; He said a friend of his (another doctor) had to tell a 35 year old woman that she had stage 4 metastatic liver cancer yesterday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I mad at God this time? No.&amp;nbsp; Do I think He's punishing me? No.&amp;nbsp;He gives us trials to test our faith.&amp;nbsp; I am reminded that God has His own plan - and it is NOT my plan. I have control over nothing.&amp;nbsp; I know that it CAN go away on its own.&amp;nbsp; It might take weeks or years.&amp;nbsp; But I also have to accept that it may never go away.&amp;nbsp; My heart goes out to all the sufferers of inflammatory diseases (not just skin related).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 55.&amp;nbsp; "Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me. (5)... As for me, I call to God, and the LORD saves me.&amp;nbsp;Evening, morning, and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.&amp;nbsp; He rescues me unharmed from the battle waged against me...(16-18)&amp;nbsp; Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-13&amp;nbsp; "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.&amp;nbsp; You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6135311943321328374?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6135311943321328374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6135311943321328374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6135311943321328374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6135311943321328374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/11/guttate-psoriasis.html' title='Guttate Psoriasis'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-7110134279401767226</id><published>2011-10-31T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:44:03.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Where do I begin???&amp;nbsp; Our itinerary? Our hotel?&amp;nbsp; The memories?&amp;nbsp; Recommendations? Guess I'll start from the beginning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mati Claire and Mattox's first plane trip! Direct flight on Southwest is awesome! 1 1/2 hr flight! Yes, mattox will kill me one day for forcing him to ride around in a pink stroller.&amp;nbsp; The blue one was just too big for this trip.&amp;nbsp; People ask about their clothes - so I'll comment after each outfit pic. Also, either my computer or Blogger is being slow so I'm only posting my absolute favorite pics (out of a million).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9w5lmKwubc/Tq77UPybv4I/AAAAAAAABcI/pzfdqA-FeR4/s1600/IMG_3443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9w5lmKwubc/Tq77UPybv4I/AAAAAAAABcI/pzfdqA-FeR4/s320/IMG_3443.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(clothes by &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskids.com/"&gt;Kelly's Kids&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Arrived Monday afternoon too late to go to any park.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at the Treehouse Villas of Saratoga Springs Resort.&amp;nbsp; Loved.&amp;nbsp; BUT would not stay there again.&amp;nbsp; They failed to mention when I booked it, that you had to catch TWO buses...which can take up to an hour or more altogether.&amp;nbsp; I felt like we spent more time on buses than we probably should have (had we stayed somewhere else).&amp;nbsp; But we had total privacy, no neighbors above or below or beside us.&amp;nbsp; No one to hear Mattox screaming because he had to sleep in a pack-n-play.&amp;nbsp; 2 steps away from the bus stop.&amp;nbsp; Full size fridge, washer/dryer, dishwasher, you name it.&amp;nbsp; So totally worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Had dinner at Chef Mickey's at the Contemporary.&amp;nbsp; Found out early that Mattox was not a fan of the celebrities.&amp;nbsp; ha! bless his heart.&amp;nbsp; He liked looking at them from a distance... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tuesday at Magic Kingdom!!!&amp;nbsp; I would highly recommend making a breakfast reservation at 9:00 (or anytime before 9:15) because they let you into the park EARLY! So while the herds of people are standing at the gate - you get to walk through a gate for special people.&amp;nbsp; While you are walking to your restaurant, you get to take pictures with NO ONE else around you! Except maybe the 3 other people who also have reservations.&amp;nbsp; So we got pics of us and the castle with no crowd.&amp;nbsp; Worth it!&amp;nbsp; Course MC was overwhelmed.... but loved it. Such a girly girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cinderella's Royal Castle Character Breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Princess heaven.&amp;nbsp; I think we probably could have gone home after this meeting.&amp;nbsp; She was done.&amp;nbsp; She met Cinderella and we were done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Food was ok.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cc2a8gfhjS8/Tq7-5j30-iI/AAAAAAAABcY/w0flJr606UU/s1600/IMG_3512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cc2a8gfhjS8/Tq7-5j30-iI/AAAAAAAABcY/w0flJr606UU/s320/IMG_3512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDxYz4s16nk/Tq8AJmKxk4I/AAAAAAAABcg/OL6JFFeaA5s/s1600/IMG_3565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDxYz4s16nk/Tq8AJmKxk4I/AAAAAAAABcg/OL6JFFeaA5s/s320/IMG_3565.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;em&gt;(Mattox's shortall ordered from:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.trenditotsboutique.com/"&gt;Trendi Tots Boutique&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;then click on Disney tab on left.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC's dress from &lt;a href="http://www.orientexpressed.com/"&gt;Orient Expressed&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bibbity Bobbity Boutique.&amp;nbsp; I'm 50/50 on this.&amp;nbsp; MC got to pick out which hairstyle she wanted, which crown, makeup, face stickers, nail polish, etc... so I'm happy that she's happy.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I didn't like this look on her and paid $$ for it, but she thought she looked like a princess.&amp;nbsp; I loved that she loved it. She had the first major meltdown during this.&amp;nbsp; ha! the first of many to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9jVJ3BJN0I/Tq8Wa6UsxBI/AAAAAAAABcw/mfLtm1oZGIE/s1600/IMG_3554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9jVJ3BJN0I/Tq8Wa6UsxBI/AAAAAAAABcw/mfLtm1oZGIE/s320/IMG_3554.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Bibbity Bobbity Boutique)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GP3ZEBxxsks/Tq8YCwKUBpI/AAAAAAAABc4/doAfwbAGh5o/s1600/IMG_3561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GP3ZEBxxsks/Tq8YCwKUBpI/AAAAAAAABc4/doAfwbAGh5o/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wednesday at Animal Kingdom!!!&amp;nbsp; Nobody in my family had ever been here before.&amp;nbsp; So it was new to all of us.&amp;nbsp; Again, 9:00 breakfasts are soooo worth it! Got through the gate around 8:30 and spent time checking everything out.&amp;nbsp; We were a little skeptical --- if you were judging a book by its cover.&amp;nbsp; But our absolute FAVORITE character meal was Donald's Safari at the Tusker House.&amp;nbsp; Best food the whole week.&amp;nbsp; And great variety.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rode the safari which was a hit with my kids.&amp;nbsp; Lion King show was awesome! Played around there for most of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnY_Ip-K6M4/Tq9c2qtPIbI/AAAAAAAABdQ/CAW1Bqq9qO8/s1600/IMG_3591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnY_Ip-K6M4/Tq9c2qtPIbI/AAAAAAAABdQ/CAW1Bqq9qO8/s320/IMG_3591.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(outfits also by &lt;a href="http://www.trenditotsboutique.com/"&gt;Trendi Tots Boutique&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cyZRf8iPhg/Tq9ZZ7blL2I/AAAAAAAABdA/b7YgdtrlKa8/s1600/IMG_3585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cyZRf8iPhg/Tq9ZZ7blL2I/AAAAAAAABdA/b7YgdtrlKa8/s320/IMG_3585.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Animal Kingdom)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;We knew it was going to rain later in the week so we tried to push our "must-do's".&amp;nbsp; Matt changed up my schedule I had planned.&amp;nbsp; So we left Animal Kingdom and went to Hollywood Studios for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let me tell you that Mattox was asleep the whole trip until we got to TOY STORY mania.&amp;nbsp; man oh man did he come alive when he saw Woody and Buzz!&amp;nbsp; For him, it doesn't get any better than that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zVKgKwxkYU/Tq9f9e9Ch7I/AAAAAAAABdY/9efSXRDjkzA/s1600/IMG_3668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zVKgKwxkYU/Tq9f9e9Ch7I/AAAAAAAABdY/9efSXRDjkzA/s320/IMG_3668.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(never seen mattox so happy in his entire life)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday was our day off! sort of.&amp;nbsp; When we booked this trip a year ago, Matt wanted a day off from everything so it felt more like a relaxing vacation.&amp;nbsp; In other words he wanted to play golf = get away from the kids.&amp;nbsp; So we slept late.&amp;nbsp; Mom and I took them back to Magic Kingdom while the boys played golf.&amp;nbsp; Both kids were exhausted by this point and we struggled all day.&amp;nbsp; I caught some upper respiratory bug so I wasn't feeling well (fever, chills, aches, sinus drainage, sore throat).&amp;nbsp; We were all tired but pressed on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da2L9ULjc9c/Tq9jHgXg3KI/AAAAAAAABdg/r8jMcE8IYIU/s1600/IMG_3674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da2L9ULjc9c/Tq9jHgXg3KI/AAAAAAAABdg/r8jMcE8IYIU/s320/IMG_3674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ6GklThLjs/Tq9jzYrW2II/AAAAAAAABdo/tHE-TjB8j5c/s1600/IMG_3685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ6GklThLjs/Tq9jzYrW2II/AAAAAAAABdo/tHE-TjB8j5c/s320/IMG_3685.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(again... &lt;a href="http://www.trenditotsboutique.com/"&gt;Trendi Tots Boutique&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; love.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dcnoj9VymM/Tq9ogRlx6nI/AAAAAAAABd4/BEpuxR8JTUE/s1600/IMG_3755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dcnoj9VymM/Tq9ogRlx6nI/AAAAAAAABd4/BEpuxR8JTUE/s320/IMG_3755.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday was our last day and it rained! No worries - just wore ponchos.&amp;nbsp; Made it a little harder to do stuff.&amp;nbsp; Had breakfast at the Crystal Palace at Magic Kingdom.&amp;nbsp; Then we made our way to Epcot for dinner at the Princess Storybook Dinner at Ackershus (sp?) at Norway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Only place I would not recommend.&amp;nbsp; The food was not that good.&amp;nbsp; But again, MC loved the princesses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My love is her love.&amp;nbsp; [Anyone hearing that Whitney Houston song playing in your head now? ha.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really see their outfits here but gotta love some TrendiTots.&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0MWQRqJZ8w/Tq76vSWYsQI/AAAAAAAABcA/mhsUfvGW-ko/s1600/29309260001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0MWQRqJZ8w/Tq76vSWYsQI/AAAAAAAABcA/mhsUfvGW-ko/s320/29309260001.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween"... hmmm.... overall I would NOT recommend this to anyone with small children.&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&amp;nbsp; Hope I didn't disappoint anyone.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we got there too late after dinner, but this was not a hit with my kids AT ALL.&amp;nbsp; They hated every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; Very cool for adults and older kids; but it was scary for small children.&amp;nbsp; The castle was lit up in scary colors and had smoke coming from every turret.&amp;nbsp; Scary music playing overhead.&amp;nbsp; There was a parade of villains (Ursula, Jafar, Scar, the hyenas, Evil Queen, Stepmother/sisters, etc...)&amp;nbsp; And every person there was dressed pretty scary/ugly.&amp;nbsp; There were some funny and cool costumes, but of course my kids only saw the scary ones.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We decided to go hunt down the candy..&amp;nbsp; Exactly! We had to HUNT for the candy.&amp;nbsp; Practically beg for it.&amp;nbsp; Only found 3 places passing out candy in the entire Magic Kingdom! While we were hunting, we went into the Saloon in Frontierland.&amp;nbsp; To our surprise, Woody and Jessie were dancing inside.&amp;nbsp; We got to dance with them - very cool.&amp;nbsp; And it was not crowded at all.&amp;nbsp; That was the best part of the night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We moved on and thought they would enjoy the fireworks - WRONG again! Fireworks scare the mess out of little kids.&amp;nbsp; Thought it was just my kids - but every kid around us was screaming and crying!!!!&amp;nbsp; Mattox kept his head buried in his stroller.&amp;nbsp; We paid almost $70/each for those tickets and were only there 1 hour.&amp;nbsp; And Mati Claire's vision of Cinderella's Castle is seriously disturbed now.&amp;nbsp; She kept asking what was wrong with Cinderella's castle? was it on fire? was someone attacking it? was Cinderella ok?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my absolute FAVORITE picture of the whole week though.&amp;nbsp; Considering how bad he cried when he saw most of the characters, this is priceless.&amp;nbsp; He finally warmed up to them on the LAST day at breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gupDhH4pFRY/Tq9l5F4SR7I/AAAAAAAABdw/dqnuY3v1Wqw/s1600/IMG_3730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gupDhH4pFRY/Tq9l5F4SR7I/AAAAAAAABdw/dqnuY3v1Wqw/s320/IMG_3730.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(butterfly kisses make me want to cry)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we left Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; So sad.&amp;nbsp; There are hundreds of more pics with every ride and every character that each have a different story - but these are my faves.&amp;nbsp; Mati Claire did NOT want to go home.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad to be home.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait to take them again (when they are much older)!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and when everyone is potty-trained. ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-7110134279401767226?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7110134279401767226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=7110134279401767226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/7110134279401767226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/7110134279401767226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/10/disney-world.html' title='Disney World'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9w5lmKwubc/Tq77UPybv4I/AAAAAAAABcI/pzfdqA-FeR4/s72-c/IMG_3443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6146627022132813221</id><published>2011-10-22T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:40:29.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put 'em up</title><content type='html'>I have to admit.&amp;nbsp; Mati Claire makes my heart skip a beat.&amp;nbsp; And Mattox just melts it.&amp;nbsp; How cute are they?? This was the annual Halloween kids party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For the first time in&amp;nbsp;5 years, I think every child in the group photo cooperated as well as they could.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They'rrrrre gggrrrrrreat!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mattox played his part of the cowardly lion well!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I tease.&amp;nbsp; He's so bashful.&amp;nbsp; I can. not. believe. he sat still for this pic.&amp;nbsp; No meltdowns, no drama, just a fun-filled party!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We are surprising Mati Claire with our trip to DisneyWorld this week.&amp;nbsp; So I will be posting when we get back.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait to see her face!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIBVyQyStZ8/TqN9a93qHNI/AAAAAAAABaI/PSMkvNLggwg/s1600/IMG_3432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIBVyQyStZ8/TqN9a93qHNI/AAAAAAAABaI/PSMkvNLggwg/s320/IMG_3432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydYuQY-wCU4/TqN7fnOKXoI/AAAAAAAABZo/CN3wA0w7CtM/s1600/IMG_3411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydYuQY-wCU4/TqN7fnOKXoI/AAAAAAAABZo/CN3wA0w7CtM/s320/IMG_3411.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn6qx5UQN1c/TqN8aQY2oMI/AAAAAAAABZw/Sq_2eGp7fYU/s1600/IMG_3419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn6qx5UQN1c/TqN8aQY2oMI/AAAAAAAABZw/Sq_2eGp7fYU/s320/IMG_3419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbMllErRc2I/TqN8q5vTKjI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jrjoeSmZVNY/s1600/mcandkellan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbMllErRc2I/TqN8q5vTKjI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jrjoeSmZVNY/s320/mcandkellan.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it could happen, right? ;) )&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgm5Iy80z2o/TqN82tS-y2I/AAAAAAAABaA/JZtQm1Qgp4A/s1600/mattoxlion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgm5Iy80z2o/TqN82tS-y2I/AAAAAAAABaA/JZtQm1Qgp4A/s320/mattoxlion.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'put em up&amp;nbsp; put em up'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6146627022132813221?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6146627022132813221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6146627022132813221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6146627022132813221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6146627022132813221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/10/put-em-up.html' title='Put &apos;em up'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIBVyQyStZ8/TqN9a93qHNI/AAAAAAAABaI/PSMkvNLggwg/s72-c/IMG_3432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-551200372480036024</id><published>2011-10-09T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:17:39.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Much?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm getting old...or maybe I'm just emotional lately. Sorry, I have to get this emotional surge out.&amp;nbsp;Everytime I see my one of my kids' faces, I immediately picture their face when they were just a few months old.&amp;nbsp; I imagine what her hair used to look like thinking it would NEVER change... and look at it now.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think he would EVER stop crying... and well, he stops every now and then ;)&amp;nbsp; She gives me a certain look, and I immediately recognize and remember it staring back at me when I was nursing her: chipmunk cheeks and M&amp;amp;M eyes. They are growing up way too fast.&amp;nbsp; I can barely hold mati claire anymore.&amp;nbsp; and mattox went from 7 lbs to 27 lbs in no time. I'm just sad... my baby is well on his way to turning 2... my other baby starts kindegarten next year and keeps talking about how her teeth will fall out when she turns 6.&amp;nbsp; Neither of them are what I ever expected.. they are way better!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I never expected [this story for those of you not on FB]:&amp;nbsp; I decided to deliver our neighbors' mail the other day that we mistakenly received.&amp;nbsp; Mattox was taking a nap upstairs.&amp;nbsp; Mati Claire was content sitting in the living room watching MickeyMouse.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to walk through the grass, so I sort of took the long way around.&amp;nbsp; Was about halfway there, when I hear MC yelling&amp;nbsp;'wait for me, mommy!'&amp;nbsp; I turn around, and see&amp;nbsp;this 4 year old pig-tailed NAKED little girl running towards&amp;nbsp;me! Can't you just see the hair bouncing and blowing in the breeze? Whatever you&amp;nbsp;are imagining right now, you are correct.&amp;nbsp; So I scream, "MATI CLAIRE!! You don't have any clothes on!!"&amp;nbsp; And she looks at me&amp;nbsp;very seriously and pauses....... and says, "... but I have shoes on&amp;nbsp;mom."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And she knew she couldn't go outside without shoes on.&amp;nbsp; Now, if that had been Mattox, I&amp;nbsp;probably would not have even looked back...much less been&amp;nbsp;absolutely shocked!&amp;nbsp; Why was she naked? no&amp;nbsp;idea.&amp;nbsp;And no, she was fully clothed when I left.&amp;nbsp; So to be honest, I'm not sure which one of my kids will get arrested first for streaking or public indecent exposure.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the shock wears off by then.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are VERY different (more than they are very alike).&amp;nbsp; The other day we were walking in the door.&amp;nbsp; There was a ball in the floor that was in our way.&amp;nbsp; I noticed MC walked around it, and mattox walked over it.&amp;nbsp; MC likes vegetables, Mattox likes fruit.&amp;nbsp; MC doesn't care for dirt, Mattox thrives on it. MC is not a touchy-feely person, Mattox wants you to hold him constantly.&amp;nbsp; MC understands after 1 or 2 times of telling her 'no', Mattox will never understand.&amp;nbsp; MC doesn't care to read&amp;nbsp;(just likes the attention), but Mattox loves to read.&amp;nbsp; I can't think of 1 thing MC ever broke, and Mattox, well... just call him the destroyer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though.&amp;nbsp; All that huggin' and kissin' he gives me makes up for it. ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-551200372480036024?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/551200372480036024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=551200372480036024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/551200372480036024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/551200372480036024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/10/emotional-much.html' title='Emotional Much?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-156468803773181074</id><published>2011-10-01T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:49:38.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>I was going to do another pharmacy rant --- but I digress. Think I'll do a 'mommy needs a break' rant instead.&amp;nbsp; Here's how my day went... boring but to a stay at home mom - its constant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00am&amp;nbsp; Shot out of bed (late) to the sounds of both kids screaming through the monitor&lt;br /&gt;7:10am&amp;nbsp; Pull Mati Claire out of bed whining that she "misses her bed" already.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;7:20am&amp;nbsp; Drag Mati Claire to the closet to let her choose 1 of 2 or 3 outfits I pre-laid out night before.&amp;nbsp; She wants none of the above and would like to wear her pajamas to school.&amp;nbsp; I place her on potty kicking and screaming because after almost 12 hours of sleep - she claims she still does not have to go potty. &lt;br /&gt;I finally get her dressed and teeth brushed to much despair. And hair.&amp;nbsp; Still haven't gone potty yet. &lt;br /&gt;7:30am Change Mattox's disgusting diaper, fix both kids warm - not cold- milk.&amp;nbsp; Heaven forbid they drink cold or even room temp milk. Force them to eat Nutrigrain of their choice.&amp;nbsp; Again, heaven forbid they actually eat any "normal" breakfast food.&amp;nbsp; Or even food in general... any food would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;7:45am I unexpectedly volunteer to take MC to school with our neighbor, Jack (Carly has been taking MC to school for me the last few weeks - I have such sweet neighbors!)&amp;nbsp; As I'm proposing to take them to school, I realize I am still in pajamas, glasses, haven't brushed my teeth, and I need to be walking out the door.&amp;nbsp; No shower, no contacts, managed to get dressed and brush teeth and find a car seat.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately Jack had to ride in the pink car seat.&amp;nbsp; He informs me on the way to school that his "favorite color is NOT pink."&amp;nbsp; Note to self: unbox the new RED seat for Mattox that is sitting in the garage. &lt;br /&gt;8:15am Drop kids off at school. But I have to be THAT mommy, and tell the teacher that we discovered a recurrent allergy to baby wipes used on her face last Friday.&amp;nbsp; Ugh...family pictures are in a week for Christmas cards.&amp;nbsp; Please go away rash please go away rash.&lt;br /&gt;8:30am&amp;nbsp; Stop and get gas or I won't make it home...back at home, I attempt to put myself together better.&amp;nbsp; Work on laundry, clean up the kitchen from the night before, talk to Matt for a few minutes before he goes to sleep, catch up on email, work on Bible Study homework, look at my preplanned menu for the week and decide I really don't feel like eating chicken tonight...i feel like tacos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All of that takes&amp;nbsp;up time until...&lt;br /&gt;11:15am&amp;nbsp; Mattox falls asleep&amp;nbsp;in the car on the way to pick up sista.&amp;nbsp; uh-oh.&amp;nbsp; big mistake. huge.&lt;br /&gt;11:25am&amp;nbsp; Wait in line... yes it rained... so the&amp;nbsp;pick up line is l.o.n.g.&lt;br /&gt;11:45am Get home, fix lunch for everyone,&amp;nbsp;and SUPRISE! No one wants to eat except me.&amp;nbsp; Really? where do&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;people come from? what. is wrong. with eating? you. must. eat. to. survive, my child.&amp;nbsp; ok. i give up. they can go to bed hungry.&amp;nbsp; i mentally can't argue anymore with food.&lt;br /&gt;12:15pm&amp;nbsp; I make Mati Claire take a nap because she has ballet today.&amp;nbsp; Only took&amp;nbsp;4 times threatening&amp;nbsp;her to make her stop talking to herself.&amp;nbsp; Mattox on the other hand who usually still naps pretty good - got a good 15 minutes in the car earlier, so he's good for the rest of the day. No nap for him.&amp;nbsp; He fussed in the crib for an hour - but that is normally my time to get&amp;nbsp;more stuff done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1:30pm&amp;nbsp; Sweep the crumbs and food off the kitchen floor for the 3rd time today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1:35pm&amp;nbsp; work on another load of laundry...work on another load of dishes...browse internet for coordinating outfits for our upcoming family pic...&lt;br /&gt;2:45pm oh dear heavens...i have to wake mati claire up AGAIN.&amp;nbsp; so i ddddrrrrrraaaaggggg her out of bed again to get dressed for ballet.&amp;nbsp; she is prevented from getting dressed because she can't move past the mosquito bites on her leg.&amp;nbsp; perhaps if she took my advice and actually slept UNDER the sheets, that MIGHT not have happened.&amp;nbsp; just a thought though.&amp;nbsp; maybe so. WHY do kids not listen to their parents? Really. Would we steer them wrong? No, we love them too much. But still...&lt;br /&gt;3:15pm&amp;nbsp; ballet time.&amp;nbsp; she usually enjoys this so I don't catch too much trouble from her.&amp;nbsp; mattox on the other hand is bored out of his mind.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait in the waiting room anymore because it wouldn't still be standing&amp;nbsp;afterwards.&amp;nbsp; so I say a quick prayer to thank God for car dvd players.&amp;nbsp; plus he's strapped down to his car seat so he can't do too much damage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4:30pm&amp;nbsp; Start getting dinner ready... clean up after Mattox pulls a glass root beer bottle out of fridge, shakes it, and drops it.&amp;nbsp;It sprays everywhere... clean some more because the floor is sticky.&amp;nbsp; clean again, because the floor is still sticky.&amp;nbsp; And I clean it again. meanwhile, he pulls the garbage can over.&amp;nbsp; give Mati Claire her bath early in an attempt to go to bed early and&amp;nbsp;get a headstart on our evening rituals.&amp;nbsp; I see her sitting in yellow water...hm... gross, mati claire. drain tub out and start over. Mattox starts to throw every toy he owns into the bathtub as well.&amp;nbsp; Even books.&amp;nbsp; I spend more time just drying non-bath-toys.&amp;nbsp; WHEN will he learn? WHEN I say!!&amp;nbsp; While I'm doing that, he proceeds to break a beaded toy princess necklace in MC's room...about 50 tiny little beads go EVERYWHERE!&amp;nbsp; gotta love toddlers. &lt;br /&gt;5:30pm Cook dinner... &lt;br /&gt;6:05pm&amp;nbsp; Matt appears out of his man cave.&amp;nbsp; Ahh...a sit down family dinner...even if it is tacos.&amp;nbsp;I see a light at the end of the tunnel.&amp;nbsp; I sit down to eat, get up because MC wants a fork - not a spoon.&amp;nbsp; I get up again because I forgot napkins.&amp;nbsp; I take 1 bite.&amp;nbsp; Mattox is screaming because he's through with his dinner already.&amp;nbsp; So I clean him up, pick up the food off the floor, now MC is through with her dinner. So I take 1 more cold bite.&amp;nbsp; Phone rings.&amp;nbsp; My family has yet to understand the 1 hour time change after living there for several years.&amp;nbsp; So I eat while I talk.&amp;nbsp; Gross I know. Matt makes his way back to the cave to get ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;7:00pm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I give Mattox his bath.&amp;nbsp; Diaper change, brush teeth, new pajamas, get his bedtime milk, read a book, rock for a few minutes, and put him down to sleep...on a good night. &lt;br /&gt;7:30pm&amp;nbsp; I clean up the kitchen...for the 1000th time today.&amp;nbsp; dishes for like the 3rd time today.&amp;nbsp; Oh and then i get to finish eating my dinner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8:00pm&amp;nbsp; Realized I haven't gone to the bathroom all day... would be nice to go alone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8:05pm Start Mati Claire's nighttime ritual.&amp;nbsp; PJ's, brush teeth, clean up her room, read a book, rock for an extended period of time, say prayers, lay out clothes for next day (which she likes to help), clean out her sink because she's been playing with the toothpaste again, clean the toilet because apparently she's been watching too many boys go tee-tee at school and thought she could tee-tee like them. This is usually about the time of her meltdown.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8:45pm Exit Mati Claire's room (hopefully for the last time).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;9:46pm&amp;nbsp; Ahh...maybe I can watch a few minutes of tv.&amp;nbsp; or watch something I had to record from last week. oh wait, the dryer just buzzed at me...go finish laundry.&amp;nbsp; and iron her field trip tshirt for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; while you're at it, go ahead and iron everything in the laundry room because its been sitting there for a month waiting on "ironing day" that has yet to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;10:00pm&amp;nbsp; tired of ironing.&amp;nbsp; watch a few minutes of the news. clinton is on the news AGAIN?? wow - we are 1 popular town lately.&amp;nbsp; sinkholes.&amp;nbsp;bus drivers. or maybe I should say UN-popular. &lt;br /&gt;10:30pm would like to go to bed, but I never got a shower.&amp;nbsp; i never read that book.&amp;nbsp; i never put up the clean folded clothes.&amp;nbsp; one of the kids is having a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; i need to go check and make sure all the doors are locked. pick up a few of the dishes out of the kitchen b/c i hate waking up to a dirty kitchen. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;11:00pm hmm..maybe i should blog to vent how tired i am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2:30am&amp;nbsp; mati claire is talking in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4:15am&amp;nbsp; mattox is yelling in his sleep because his teeth hurt.&lt;br /&gt;4:59am&amp;nbsp; rain and thunder woke me up&lt;br /&gt;5:30am&amp;nbsp; mati claire asks if the sun is up yet.&amp;nbsp; she talks herself back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;7:00am wow - here we go again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was a "normal" good everyone's been in a pretty decent mood day. boring, huh?&amp;nbsp; Just curious - how does your day go (to other sahm's)?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this pic has nothing to do with this post. But thought I'd share. He got to wear his new boots for the first time to Hayes' birthday party on the farm!&amp;nbsp; And the next because I NEVER see them holding hands. She wanted to take him by the hand and show him all the animals! One of her sweeter moments. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDe2OlwKLIo/TofOoiteQWI/AAAAAAAABZg/OFAlaOocOUw/s1600/IMG_3372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDe2OlwKLIo/TofOoiteQWI/AAAAAAAABZg/OFAlaOocOUw/s320/IMG_3372.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufyoGZ78ym0/TofQgjU-D6I/AAAAAAAABZk/Q9O2y0teBfU/s1600/IMG_3395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufyoGZ78ym0/TofQgjU-D6I/AAAAAAAABZk/Q9O2y0teBfU/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-156468803773181074?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/156468803773181074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=156468803773181074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/156468803773181074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/156468803773181074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDe2OlwKLIo/TofOoiteQWI/AAAAAAAABZg/OFAlaOocOUw/s72-c/IMG_3372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-318489307495778584</id><published>2011-09-18T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:18:41.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I can remember September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had an awesome trip to Nashville over Labor Day weekend! It was our annual visit with our friends, Nell and Shawn, and their twins, Colin and Joceyln. We stayed at the Opryland Hotel and that is a blog post in itself. Amazing. The twins are the same age as MC and maybe one year they will remember each other from the previous. lol. We always have a great time with the Hennons! The only downfall of the weekend was the fact that we had to drive home in tropical storm Lee. If you have to travel with kids and are looking for a weekend getaway - I highly recommend Nashville! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhYTTmaeiR0/TnZaN_35EWI/AAAAAAAABZU/Cmr0JM7ToRo/s1600/IMG_4471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhYTTmaeiR0/TnZaN_35EWI/AAAAAAAABZU/Cmr0JM7ToRo/s320/IMG_4471.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mattox turned 18 months and got his 2nd haircut. *sniff sniff* and I remembered the camera card this time. I have to post this because I think he is so stinkin' cute sitting in the big chair. He did great again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and to top off the month of September, Matt and I had a sizzlin' hot date last night. This was for the Young at Heart Gala (given by the Cardiovascular group at St.D. and Baptist). Let me just say that getting dolled up did NOT make me feel young at heart...just reminded me exactly how OLD I am. Matt cleans up well, doesn't he? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5oA6SkpneI/TnZa0amhJVI/AAAAAAAABZY/JUH_KRGKO-I/s1600/IMG_3360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5oA6SkpneI/TnZa0amhJVI/AAAAAAAABZY/JUH_KRGKO-I/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7Z20ivPqcM/TnZeuAfSKEI/AAAAAAAABZc/cZ5rDOoaQJs/s1600/IMG_3364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7Z20ivPqcM/TnZeuAfSKEI/AAAAAAAABZc/cZ5rDOoaQJs/s320/IMG_3364.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can't remember everything we've done this month...school has us very busy. But these are the highlights.&amp;nbsp; I will do better for October!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-318489307495778584?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/318489307495778584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=318489307495778584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/318489307495778584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/318489307495778584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-can-remember-september.html' title='If I can remember September'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhYTTmaeiR0/TnZaN_35EWI/AAAAAAAABZU/Cmr0JM7ToRo/s72-c/IMG_4471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8521882310245345676</id><published>2011-08-27T15:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:45:16.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen hundreds of "first day of school" pics on FB and blogs. And I have been quite lazy about it this year. Maybe because I felt last year was the first day of preschool, and next year will be the first day of kindergarten. But yes, technically, she started 4 year old preschool at the same place. So here are a few pics for documentary sake. I didn't really get emotional about it - thank goodness. But I'm pretty sure I was saving all my tears for May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXQkmJUVqH8/TlmvA1aPHvI/AAAAAAAABYg/XKRH0SPdczo/s1600/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645736036757610226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXQkmJUVqH8/TlmvA1aPHvI/AAAAAAAABYg/XKRH0SPdczo/s400/IMG_3262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGuZJ1-Lae8/Tlm1NsUdXrI/AAAAAAAABZQ/reAQBAPPeaY/s1600/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645742854725525170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGuZJ1-Lae8/Tlm1NsUdXrI/AAAAAAAABZQ/reAQBAPPeaY/s400/IMG_3268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sporting her MeenyMinyMoe most of the week. Check her out on FB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MC was nervous on the way to school (don't think I've ever seen her nervous - but she kept telling me she was going to "grow up" = throw up.) She didn't talk in the car - which is strange for her. She misses her previous teacher, Mrs. Courtney, terribly. But she has Mrs. Kacy as her new teacher. How did I forget to take that picture? Probably because I was surrounded by the 15 other 4 year olds in her class. Bless Mrs. Kacy. God, give her strength and patience. We get out of the car, and she sees tons of her friends but she is still stuck my leg (also not like her). "Mommy, is Claire here?" and one of the teachers calls for Claire across the playground... let me just say it was like watching a movie in slow motion. They are running to each other arms outstretched smiling shouting the other's name relief written across their face and they hug each other like there's no tomorrow oh the world is right now. And she took off without even saying goodbye. and that was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmQ92K_9DH4/TlmvBOApd2I/AAAAAAAABYo/XTn9mFD5jZg/s1600/IMG_3291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645736043361171298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmQ92K_9DH4/TlmvBOApd2I/AAAAAAAABYo/XTn9mFD5jZg/s400/IMG_3291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claire and Mati Claire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Derh1xPAs7o/TlmyMr_UX8I/AAAAAAAABZI/AliVQqKrgkY/s1600/IMG_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645739538922102722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Derh1xPAs7o/TlmyMr_UX8I/AAAAAAAABZI/AliVQqKrgkY/s400/IMG_3264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI9SJToPp7A/TlmyMDIQ0gI/AAAAAAAABY4/2iEr5jTnC4k/s1600/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645739527953764866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI9SJToPp7A/TlmyMDIQ0gI/AAAAAAAABY4/2iEr5jTnC4k/s400/IMG_3263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is why a giant sandbox has been added to her Christmas List for Santa. I find sand in new places everyday. oh, I think that's Mrs. Kacy leaning over - better pic next time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hm..I'm starting to wonder if they ever actually go inside. ;) Fun times. MC loves it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8521882310245345676?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8521882310245345676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8521882310245345676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8521882310245345676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8521882310245345676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/08/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXQkmJUVqH8/TlmvA1aPHvI/AAAAAAAABYg/XKRH0SPdczo/s72-c/IMG_3262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-7486449382570655360</id><published>2011-08-11T13:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:18:29.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Piggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAbypau466g/TkQcEp5V8bI/AAAAAAAABYY/Lux44DCqfRM/s1600/piggybank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639663499666125234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAbypau466g/TkQcEp5V8bI/AAAAAAAABYY/Lux44DCqfRM/s400/piggybank.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first piggy woke up one morning and asked me if we could make money. So I explained to her that's why mommy and daddy go to work... you have to do something to make money. Little did I know at the time, she meant to actually MAKE i.e. mint, draw, create money. So then I had another conversation about making money vs. EARNING money. The concept definitely caught on. She asked for something to put her money in. I was thinking a piggy bank! She was thinking a new purse! Yes, because the one she has is "old." So I had yet another conversation about why we go to the bank vs. mommy's purse. I showed her how empty my purse was. (sshhh..no one tell her about credit cards yet please). My sister found her this cute piggy bank at Target i think. Every day she asks what she can do. Slow down yall. Yes, I will eventually make her do these things without getting paid = chores, but to start - I thought it was ok to give her the spare change out of my wallet and Matt's fish bowl to seal the concept. What child do you know that begs to go clean her room and her brother's room!!! Then begs to clean the windows (no, not breaking any child labor laws). Her great-grandmother sent her $ for her birthday, and then "uncle" James slipped her some $ behind our backs ;), plus all the change she gets from me...i mean, this piggy is loaded...for a 4 year old. She has more $ in that bank than I do in my purse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the BEST part.... "mommy? when its full.... i'll give some to God and give the rest to somebody who needs it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-7486449382570655360?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7486449382570655360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=7486449382570655360&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/7486449382570655360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/7486449382570655360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-little-piggy.html' title='This Little Piggy'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAbypau466g/TkQcEp5V8bI/AAAAAAAABYY/Lux44DCqfRM/s72-c/piggybank.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5314608822361475295</id><published>2011-08-08T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:29:54.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laughs</title><content type='html'>I think everyone could use a good laugh today. Remember this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA-kQWjqYhM/TkA42IDJxaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/WTCZ04McF54/s1600/031209%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638569235992659362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA-kQWjqYhM/TkA42IDJxaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/WTCZ04McF54/s400/031209%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5314608822361475295?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5314608822361475295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5314608822361475295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5314608822361475295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5314608822361475295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just For Laughs'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA-kQWjqYhM/TkA42IDJxaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/WTCZ04McF54/s72-c/031209%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3683059246108891863</id><published>2011-07-31T17:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:37:12.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpO98rirN2A/TjXWobB9uDI/AAAAAAAABYI/PrlUYyrTjyE/s1600/279904_2136422823071_1621116617_2138925_7547176_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpO98rirN2A/TjXWobB9uDI/AAAAAAAABYI/PrlUYyrTjyE/s400/279904_2136422823071_1621116617_2138925_7547176_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635646498663151666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpO98rirN2A/TjXWobB9uDI/AAAAAAAABYI/PrlUYyrTjyE/s1600/279904_2136422823071_1621116617_2138925_7547176_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We came to TN to pick up MC and to hang out with my nieces.  Kerigan turned 7 and she had her birthday party at the movie theatre! Very cool party and got watch the Smurf movie.  They had a party room, so we had DQ ice cream cake.  Then everyone gets free refills of popcorn and drink! Doesn't get any better than that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to the Lost Sea Adventure.  Also pretty cool (literally). They said it was 58 degrees underground! I'll take it.  Its a 4 acre lake in a cave! Yep, underground lake.  I don't suggest wearing Sketchers' ShapeUps Flipflops to trek over a downhill/uphill gravel mile.  But it was a lot of fun! Mattox really likes to say cheese for the camera...and pass out sugar.  I don't think anyone was more excited to see MC than him.  He kissed her 3 times when he saw her.  I didn't realize just how much he missed her.  He is the sweetest thing!!!!!!! love mister mattox.  So glad everyone is feeling better and ready to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDPeezuB1v0/TjXWn8VYBaI/AAAAAAAABYA/VRBrs7MdH7E/s400/279904_2136422783070_1621116617_2138924_7448041_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635646490423068066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say "cheeeeese"&lt;/i&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/7096644104686984286-3683059246108891863?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3683059246108891863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3683059246108891863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3683059246108891863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3683059246108891863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-with-family.html' title='Fun with Family'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpO98rirN2A/TjXWobB9uDI/AAAAAAAABYI/PrlUYyrTjyE/s72-c/279904_2136422823071_1621116617_2138925_7547176_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6538645717037595971</id><published>2011-07-28T23:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:08:25.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>...and no...i did not leave my sick child at home with a babysitter so i could go to the spa. lol. he was/is feeling much better! and he would probably prefer his "ra-dul" to me anyday. just for those of you questioning my parenting skills. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6538645717037595971?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6538645717037595971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6538645717037595971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6538645717037595971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6538645717037595971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/07/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3871994100260327963</id><published>2011-07-28T21:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:42:13.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July Ramblings</title><content type='html'>this month really needs to slow down. you can see from my lack of blogging that means i've been busy. we survived stomach bug #3 of the year. really. if we get another stomach bug after school, i might die. i caught somewhat of a break since MC was at my mom's the entire time. YES - I am a horrible mother. I shipped her off to her Gigi's SICK! She wanted her mommy she wanted to come home... and I was here with another sick child. Trust me, you don't have to comment on the guilt I feel. mattox is doing some serious teething on top of that. gotta love those molars and eye-teeth. He's been running fever for 1 week today = no sleep. this was supposed to be my "minus 1" week. MC was supposed to be enjoying her time with her cousins, and I was supposed to be enjoying only having 1 child to take care of and spending quality time with mattox playing with cars and trucks. It was anything but that. guess if you count quality lap time. he won't move. he won't stop fussing. he won't eat. he won't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday was my Rachel's last day. *sniff sniff* she has babysat for me since MC was born. 4 years. she left us for her real job. left 2 kids for 25 first graders. *sniff sniff* We wish you the best of luck this year! And if you get MC as a student in 2 years, you'll have to overlook her calling you "chachel" instead of Miss McFarland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I planned a spa day yesterday. my self-indulgence. I L.O.V.E. the spa. I feel clean, I feel refreshed, I escape. I get facial-ed, wrapped, massaged, waxed, pedicured, and blissed out. But yesterday was also anything but that. I decided to be brave at the facial and try a mini-peel. She said "its going to feel like ants crawling on your skin." And I pay for this??? Yes. I do. ok, it didn't burn that bad. then i get to the massage, and it was not relaxational. it was deep tissue and apparently i have ALOT of knots in my back. i think i even have a bruise today and am sore! it was a painful experience. worse than the bikini wax. nuff said. then my black toenail (remember earlier post in April) FINALLY fell off a few days ago, so i have this teeny-weeny paper-thin new toenail. the pedicurist ignored my comment about leaving that toe alone and decided to pedicure that nail as well. what nail? why don't you just clip that toe right off? there's nothing to paint really. then i absolutely froze during the body wrap. i had never done one of those before. interesting experience. i actually paid someone to give me a bath in this weird looking bed (visualize an egg shaped tanning bed that's actually a flat bathtub). very weird. and what's better - i paid someone to exfoliate my skin raw and then drown me in stinky green goop called seaweed. draped in these soaking wet towels and f.r.e.e.z.i.n.g. what's relaxational about that? do i have soft beautiful breath-taking skin afterwards? not so much. lol just plain ole dry psoriasis-stricken skin. who knew???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are going to torture ourselves even more and make the 8 hour drive to pick MC up. torture in the sense that mattox will most definitely scream the entire 8 hours. Can't wait to see my girl though! Happy 7th birthday to my niece, Kerigan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3871994100260327963?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3871994100260327963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3871994100260327963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3871994100260327963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3871994100260327963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-ramblings.html' title='July Ramblings'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2850937579659667895</id><published>2011-07-18T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:29:35.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MC'isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Why did they only mail half my new big-girl bed? Would it not fit in the mailbox?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I didn't tuck them, mom..... i promise. I didn't ooze the scissors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;During our nightly bedtime ritual, I told her she could not have her milk until she went potty (she must also go potty so we don't have any accidents during the night). Several minutes passed and then I overheard, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"C'mon tee-tee, come out! .....please, I want my milk.... c'mon tee-tee c'mon!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Also in reference to her new bed being delivered) MC gave me a quarter in the car. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Here's some money for my new bed... now you don't have to work anymore. Can you tell them its paid for and to send it to me now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matt cleaned out the lake house hand-me-downs and brought home a trailer-full to take to the dump. The trailer has been parked in front of our house for a few days until he could get a day off work to take care of it (we're talkin ancient deep freezer, pots, rusted broken un-fixable furniture, busted ski equipment, stuff a junk store wouldn't even take, etc). Every morning, MC comments on this sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mom, we sure are trashy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wish I could see through their eyes and remember everything being so innocent and simple. Gotta love my girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2850937579659667895?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2850937579659667895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2850937579659667895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2850937579659667895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2850937579659667895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/07/mcisms.html' title='MC&apos;isms'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6152547990325143181</id><published>2011-07-09T20:17:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:11:29.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pARTy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQhiN4y_3j8/ThpVAyAt1gI/AAAAAAAABX4/_uNWNzdB12E/s1600/IMG_3137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627904156265993730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQhiN4y_3j8/ThpVAyAt1gI/AAAAAAAABX4/_uNWNzdB12E/s400/IMG_3137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my darling sweet 4 year old!!! That morning seems like 10 years ago, but I'm shocked its only been 4 years. Does anyone else remember the events leading up to your child's birth as vividly as I do? Matt, Miranda, and I all went to eat at Macaroni Grill on a Saturday night. I ordered the Penne Rustica...Matt wanted to go to the movies, and I kept telling him no - I was really really really tired. He got mad at me because he was trying to squeeze in one more 'date night' in before MC's arrival. We were living at his parents' house because ours was being built. We got home and I went straight to bed - although I never really fell asleep. Didn't feel anything - I just couldn't sleep. And then BAM! 1:00 am! Woke up having HARD contractions about 4 1/2 minutes apart. Called the on-call OB. He was mad at me (why are all these men mad at me when I'm the one in labor?) for waking him up in the middle of the night. I told him I didn't think I could wait an hour because I was hurting so bad. We packed up the car and drove to Flowood...and the rest is history! And an even longer story. But we welcomed our beautiful baby girl 3 hours later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still shocking me and surprising me. She is not at all what I expected her to be. And I mean that in a good way. She surpasses all my expectations and assumptions every single day. She loves to draw, color, write, and paint!!! She is obsessed with paper (apple didn't fall too far from this tree). So, what other kind of party is there but an art party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I post pics (warning, there are alot) I must give my mom and dad a BIG thank you! Couldn't have done any of this without them. Mom saved my video camcorder. Dad drilled holes in metal paint cans. They set up heavy tents for shade and helped watch my kids so I could get stuff done. I love you both! People ask me why I do these kind of parties. Because one day, I want her to know that I did everything I could to let her have a special party. That I put ALOT of effort into making it what she wanted. And one day, she won't want birthday parties - much less mom and dad in her presence. She will be embarrassed of us... she will want to spend it with her friends going out... she will want to spend it with her boyfriend. So I do it while I can. She woke up this morning and looked out the window at the balloons and set up. She said "oh mommy, its beautiful!" That was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgHA9UORfKo/ThkKG_5hunI/AAAAAAAABVY/R8CyFIULUwM/s1600/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627540324724357746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgHA9UORfKo/ThkKG_5hunI/AAAAAAAABVY/R8CyFIULUwM/s320/IMG_3151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHDREueQeBk/ThkIUzHofgI/AAAAAAAABU4/hHIGELVB99Q/s1600/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627538362788773378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHDREueQeBk/ThkIUzHofgI/AAAAAAAABU4/hHIGELVB99Q/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC in her MeenyMinyMoe outfit...check her out on FB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kE6VVEuZEnI/ThkMD22k_uI/AAAAAAAABVg/VDJDa4KBOZ4/s1600/IMG_3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627542469779717858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kE6VVEuZEnI/ThkMD22k_uI/AAAAAAAABVg/VDJDa4KBOZ4/s320/IMG_3149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2LWkeZAxt4/ThkIUt8if8I/AAAAAAAABUw/k6BJwbnpb0s/s1600/IMG_3147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627538361400065986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2LWkeZAxt4/ThkIUt8if8I/AAAAAAAABUw/k6BJwbnpb0s/s320/IMG_3147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrufOqfYJx0/ThkIUYxyD1I/AAAAAAAABUo/xA8PyJL5OrM/s1600/IMG_3142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627538355717803858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrufOqfYJx0/ThkIUYxyD1I/AAAAAAAABUo/xA8PyJL5OrM/s320/IMG_3142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My homemade rigged easels. The wind just about destroyed them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJqiqvg37d0/ThkMD-WRGKI/AAAAAAAABVo/APavBR4ULC8/s1600/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627542471791679650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJqiqvg37d0/ThkMD-WRGKI/AAAAAAAABVo/APavBR4ULC8/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4cPJf6PQz4/ThkMEPGqgZI/AAAAAAAABVw/QqQTm863LbQ/s1600/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627542476289638802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4cPJf6PQz4/ThkMEPGqgZI/AAAAAAAABVw/QqQTm863LbQ/s320/IMG_3161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;w &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cupcakes!! And decorating their own! Yes, I made these myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9A3P3xpWfmc/ThkN4pP7bDI/AAAAAAAABWI/0HV9p9C48GE/s1600/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627544476172643378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9A3P3xpWfmc/ThkN4pP7bDI/AAAAAAAABWI/0HV9p9C48GE/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7siEDpzA8s/ThkcqQxL0EI/AAAAAAAABXw/Xl9p2VXmwEQ/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627560721757491266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7siEDpzA8s/ThkcqQxL0EI/AAAAAAAABXw/Xl9p2VXmwEQ/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wanted candles in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very pretty, and very worth the 1 hour drive to pick it up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUlmbZUD5iY/ThkKFhXVG-I/AAAAAAAABVA/aViDUV9Tu9Y/s1600/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627540299347991522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUlmbZUD5iY/ThkKFhXVG-I/AAAAAAAABVA/aViDUV9Tu9Y/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1BHUzfCgbE/ThkQNdNQewI/AAAAAAAABWo/q-LSdvkRA88/s1600/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627547032740723458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1BHUzfCgbE/ThkQNdNQewI/AAAAAAAABWo/q-LSdvkRA88/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craft project: painter's caps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PyzHjKYfGUQ/ThkQNgPpniI/AAAAAAAABWw/OS3Z9yQ3Dbg/s1600/IMG_3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627547033556065826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PyzHjKYfGUQ/ThkQNgPpniI/AAAAAAAABWw/OS3Z9yQ3Dbg/s320/IMG_3191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC's final product. Again, not sure if anyone actually wore theirs, but they had fun making them nontheless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7uoVdGn0MIQ/ThkIUJ1cChI/AAAAAAAABUg/4cDnZ3WbG_A/s1600/IMG_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627538351706606098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7uoVdGn0MIQ/ThkIUJ1cChI/AAAAAAAABUg/4cDnZ3WbG_A/s320/IMG_3140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hUVcoRxHXM/ThkTG56gemI/AAAAAAAABXQ/LleuqcK998g/s1600/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627550218722507362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hUVcoRxHXM/ThkTG56gemI/AAAAAAAABXQ/LleuqcK998g/s320/IMG_3203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Originally planned to use pallettes as their plate, but decided to use them as they were intended. Miss Riley's is by far the neatest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GUWgje3OEs/ThkN5sRRSPI/AAAAAAAABWY/Wc62PEuGcRM/s1600/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627544494163446002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GUWgje3OEs/ThkN5sRRSPI/AAAAAAAABWY/Wc62PEuGcRM/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2sholk3POI/ThkQNIic1CI/AAAAAAAABWg/FhINbu6NRLs/s1600/IMG_3177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627547027192468514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2sholk3POI/ThkQNIic1CI/AAAAAAAABWg/FhINbu6NRLs/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's paint!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zI9rLHsUmWY/ThkQOjshgLI/AAAAAAAABXA/ngolGczyt30/s1600/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627547051662344370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zI9rLHsUmWY/ThkQOjshgLI/AAAAAAAABXA/ngolGczyt30/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWZFVonsHMk/ThkTGveR_vI/AAAAAAAABXI/fuW_4Rieft0/s1600/IMG_3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627550215919763186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWZFVonsHMk/ThkTGveR_vI/AAAAAAAABXI/fuW_4Rieft0/s320/IMG_3201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My own princess Picasso! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYI1mRPy_I4/ThkKF8di90I/AAAAAAAABVI/yAr3ImBx_iU/s1600/IMG_3141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627540306621822786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYI1mRPy_I4/ThkKF8di90I/AAAAAAAABVI/yAr3ImBx_iU/s320/IMG_3141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_P4YZkmyoM/ThkQOaS06qI/AAAAAAAABW4/hmTwNVJpOsk/s1600/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627547049138645666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_P4YZkmyoM/ThkQOaS06qI/AAAAAAAABW4/hmTwNVJpOsk/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought this turned out adorable! I found giant stamp pads to stamp their "signature"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xFiFORvxFA/ThkTIBaLvLI/AAAAAAAABXo/Du49N95LL5Q/s1600/IMG_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627550237914283186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xFiFORvxFA/ThkTIBaLvLI/AAAAAAAABXo/Du49N95LL5Q/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcnsiB7Uo3o/ThkTHUOJhKI/AAAAAAAABXg/rgK2_Sxpc4g/s1600/IMG_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627550225784210594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcnsiB7Uo3o/ThkTHUOJhKI/AAAAAAAABXg/rgK2_Sxpc4g/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group shot: Allie, Brooke, Victoria, Kaytlin, MC, Kendall, Cooper, Sarah, Payton, Riley, and Kyla!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtQrRwVrmMU/ThkTHAJMqNI/AAAAAAAABXY/k2FWAFTyiME/s1600/IMG_3224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627550220394735826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtQrRwVrmMU/ThkTHAJMqNI/AAAAAAAABXY/k2FWAFTyiME/s320/IMG_3224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Kitty big girl bike!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10CehjBiZE4/ThkKGN4_4bI/AAAAAAAABVQ/UlEJc10bpgs/s1600/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627540311300366770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10CehjBiZE4/ThkKGN4_4bI/AAAAAAAABVQ/UlEJc10bpgs/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cute party favors: Crayons, markers, chalk, play-dough, and mini paint pallette.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then End.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6152547990325143181?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6152547990325143181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6152547990325143181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6152547990325143181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6152547990325143181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/07/party.html' title='pARTy'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQhiN4y_3j8/ThpVAyAt1gI/AAAAAAAABX4/_uNWNzdB12E/s72-c/IMG_3137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6252692116278679086</id><published>2011-06-30T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:51:45.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am learning new words every day around here - baby talk - but also BOY talk. We got this book as a baby gift when he was born, but since it was above his reading level we just started using it. And I am treading on new ground...I have NO idea what an excavator is. Or a wheel-loader. Or an off-highway truck. After reading the 3rd sentence, I was a little blown away. Couldn't even finish it. "Lower the tractor blade down to the ground and start dozing that dirt." Ok, as a mommy of girl first, I try to stay away from dirt and blades in general. Now, I'm telling my child its okay to play in dirt??? Well, MC never liked the dirt anyway. We are throwing words around here like "tyrannosaurus" "pee pee tee-pee" "toilet guards" "wenis" and now "excavator"... seriously, this is foreign to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vje7VicRK28/TgyapSkI1YI/AAAAAAAABUY/GsPWTJa0mEk/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624040068827633026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vje7VicRK28/TgyapSkI1YI/AAAAAAAABUY/GsPWTJa0mEk/s400/IMG_3131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6252692116278679086?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6252692116278679086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6252692116278679086&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6252692116278679086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6252692116278679086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/06/foreign-language.html' title='Foreign Language'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vje7VicRK28/TgyapSkI1YI/AAAAAAAABUY/GsPWTJa0mEk/s72-c/IMG_3131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3812440113087458</id><published>2011-06-27T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:24:59.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going Streakin!!</title><content type='html'>We go streaking when you have a diaper rash. He let it all hang out - i mean air out. That makes for Happy Tails! I could totally see him doing this on his own later in life though. He seems to enjoy "decorating" himself. Easter egg cover ups, sock coverups, can't wait to see whats next. He never ceases to surprise me. But you gotta love some dimpled cheeks. Some of yall probably think I only post pics of him on here but I actually post more of MC on Facebook so I think it all evens out a bit. I couldn't pass this up. Hopefully no one is offended by this or questions my maternal ethics... but seriously... blogger better not consider this offensive. Its funny to me how the definition of streaking changes when you get older... its for health purposes and not just for fun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQlhWhNjsNY/Tgk3TyOf1LI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h98snfSkvcg/s1600/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086422788396210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQlhWhNjsNY/Tgk3TyOf1LI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h98snfSkvcg/s400/IMG_3127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3812440113087458?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3812440113087458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3812440113087458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3812440113087458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3812440113087458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-going-streakin.html' title='We&apos;re Going Streakin!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQlhWhNjsNY/Tgk3TyOf1LI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h98snfSkvcg/s72-c/IMG_3127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5584710684358652633</id><published>2011-06-24T11:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:42:39.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>Been staying inside this week - but oh did we need the rain! This week really summed up the definition of "lazy days of summer"...despite working 2 days. So! I'm just going to post a few pics of my new climber. And let me add that I LOVE having a child that eats! He has added chicken nuggets, grilled cheese sandwiches, rice, baked potato, and whatever I have on my plate to his list of foods. It is nice to not struggle and fight over something so simple as food. Makes life easier and I actually enjoy fixing him meals. Gotta love the little things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74PWrqnEYoc/TgS58JZpLUI/AAAAAAAABT4/6pz3w_8KqkM/s1600/IMG_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621822677831986498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74PWrqnEYoc/TgS58JZpLUI/AAAAAAAABT4/6pz3w_8KqkM/s400/IMG_3118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Watching it rain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VBLKX29d9c/TgS58XiVxPI/AAAAAAAABUA/zhUnrDIae94/s1600/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621822681626559730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VBLKX29d9c/TgS58XiVxPI/AAAAAAAABUA/zhUnrDIae94/s400/IMG_3119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Boys will be boys...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhIk6Hx_znw/TgS58gcDBUI/AAAAAAAABUI/n8zZuzuBcG8/s1600/IMG_3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621822684016084290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhIk6Hx_znw/TgS58gcDBUI/AAAAAAAABUI/n8zZuzuBcG8/s400/IMG_3122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...my favorite "cheese"...&lt;/em&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/7096644104686984286-5584710684358652633?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5584710684358652633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5584710684358652633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5584710684358652633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5584710684358652633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/06/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74PWrqnEYoc/TgS58JZpLUI/AAAAAAAABT4/6pz3w_8KqkM/s72-c/IMG_3118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8469386038988360717</id><published>2011-06-13T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:43:54.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut!</title><content type='html'>I have been putting this off for quite some time now. And over the weekend, I decided it was definitely time and I was actually getting excited about it - and not sad anymore. I was sad because (to me) first haircuts age little boys. They don't look like babies anymore - they look like real boys. I was so excited because I "technically missed" MC's first haircut so I made this one into a HUGE deal for me. Made the appointment, been nervous all day, showed up on time, and Mattox did GREAT!!! When Lauren first saw him, she gave me the funniest look, and said "It's not curly?" Nope! No curls here. ha! He sat perfectly still and didn't fuss. I took my camera instead of my phone to get better pics... he smiled for all the pictures. The "before" shot and the "during shots" and the "after pic". Got out to my car to look at them, and my camera said "no images to view". WHAT??? I left the memory card at home. So I read my camera book, nope - no internal memory. What kind of camera has no internal memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I desperately wanted to cry...but I didn't. I decided that my kids now have a stigma associated with first haircuts. Something goes wrong. Lauren did a fantastic job though. And Mattox. I WILL take some the next time. Sorry, when you have hair like we do in this family... hair is a BIG DEAL. So here are the pics of my big lil man (after we got home):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1WD7asUIjI/TfaDanzS-AI/AAAAAAAABTo/TzqK7gylLk0/s1600/IMG_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617822078575245314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1WD7asUIjI/TfaDanzS-AI/AAAAAAAABTo/TzqK7gylLk0/s400/IMG_3115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lk_fqKWujs/TfaDa16WkiI/AAAAAAAABTw/azDqFlPlFiA/s1600/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617822082362937890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lk_fqKWujs/TfaDa16WkiI/AAAAAAAABTw/azDqFlPlFiA/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His birthmark is still there...but its longer so it stays hidden and no one notices it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8469386038988360717?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8469386038988360717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8469386038988360717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8469386038988360717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8469386038988360717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1WD7asUIjI/TfaDanzS-AI/AAAAAAAABTo/TzqK7gylLk0/s72-c/IMG_3115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4960350257857091068</id><published>2011-06-09T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:47:01.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pharmacist's Rant</title><content type='html'>Some of you don't know this side of me - and I really try not to do this. But sometimes I need to let it out. Here's what its like behind the counter! I don't direct this at anyone specifically or mean it personally, I'm trying to express my opinions on why I'm exhausted. And I don't want anyone to think that I don't care. I do - trust me. And I also know there are exceptions to every situation. Been there too. I've been working alot more lately and let me just say there are some customers that can make a teething 2 year old look sane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you are NOT the only customer. I know. Hard to believe, right? And just because you are waiting for me at the gate at 7:59am, still doesn't make you the first customer. Tell that to the 75 people who called in their refills on the automated phone system at 3 am whose prescriptions show up FIRST in my computer. I guess they think we work at 5am so they can also show up at 8am and expect their meds to be ready. See the vicious cycle here? Plus those people waiting on me to get there after driving an hour and no caffeine... don't really put a smile on this 'not-a-morning' person. Especially if the last pharmacist forgets to leave me the keys. hehe. and its not even 8:00 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my tech calls in late... probably getting some yummy breakfast because she stayed out too late the night before and has absolutely no work ethic in her 20 year old the-world-revolves-around-my-drama body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly, my first goal, and not to sound mean, but is to get you out of my face because you won't stop sighing or staring at me. or talking on your cell phone to where I can overhear your conversation about what a terrible pharmacist I am because the computers aren't even turned on yet. You hand me your old empty bottle. I tell you that it has no refills or is expired (prescriptions are legally only good for 1 year and control meds 6 months). Wow. Don't look shocked... that irritates me that you take NO responsibility for actually reading your bottle that you've had in your posession for the past month. Imagine that. And me calling the doctor to request more refills is a COURTESY. I don't HAVE to do that. Out of the goodness of my pharmacist's brain, I do try to be nice after you yelled at me that it was MY fault its out of refills. Hmmmm.... The doctor would actually prefer to talk to the patient/customer anyway. That is why they created the "pharmacist voicemail line"...they don't want to talk to me. So no, I can't get a response any faster than you calling. You proceed to tell me that it is life-or-death now that you don't have your cholesterol medicine. yeah. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's 8:15am. My tech finally shows up and decides to sit at the back desk and file her nails while she eats that yummy breakfast. Must be nice to abuse the work system like that. She then proceeds to tell me that she will be leaving for an hour at lunch for personal reasons. Alrighty then. Again, must be nice. Some of us are lucky to eat lunch by 3:00 or not at all. And then you ask why you can't get service with a smile? I'm starving. And haven't had a bathroom break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my afternoon tech calls in "sick". He tells me he has a sudden emergency that requires him to see a doctor at 4:30 (mind you its 1:00) about his knee. Yes, his knee. Again, where is the work ethic here? So the pharmacist that is actually "off" today finds me a replacement where I must be the luckiest person on the planet to get a real pharmacy student. How did I get so lucky? They believe since they are free labor that they also don't have to work. And obviously they don't care about their grades. In this one instance I got a good one though. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain Prior Authorizations. In our whacked healthcare system, insurance companies set their own rules. THEY decide how much medicine you should take - not your doctor. So lets say for instance you have a really bad infection that 'normal' antibiotics aren't working. Dr writes for some insanely expensive drug that we have to order - and SUPRISE- insurance doesn't want to pay for it. They MIGHT decide to pay for it if we can get your doctor to submit a form (that I have never seen before) explaining to them WHY you need this drug so badly. So this takes DAYS and DAYS and DAYS to do. We're living on a prayer here - and bam! sorry, they still don't want to pay for it. I'm sure after much deliberation on their part &lt;insert&gt;. Then you blame ME for how much it costs. Me. Personally. You start asking who will take care of your dog if you die. And how you couldn't possibly water your plants if you're dying. And its my fault if you die. yes, I control the insurance company and your wallet :\&lt;br /&gt;Then I ruined your vacation because you are having to use that money to pay for your drugs. I will sleep soundly knowing that fact. ;) yes, thank you for sharing. and even showing me where that infection is... that's why I stand BEHIND the counter - I don't want to see your private parts at 9:00 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #2: your drug is on backorder all of a sudden. Crazy - I agree. I have NO IDEA why. Please do call corporate offices or drug manufacturers and find out...you don't have to threaten me. I'm sure it has to do with monetary issues on their part. Who knows. The second part of that problem is that I can not LEGALLY change your prescription to the next best thing. Do you want me to lose my license? We often get audited...and fined. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, all 5 phone lines are ringing constantly. And the next person wants to know why their prescription isn't ready. Repeat this process about 50 times. If I could actually get off the phone with you and stop answering questions like "Does Vitamin Water make you pee more?" I could check your prescription. You probably do want me to check it - because the girl who has boyfriend problems just counted it. Or miscounted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat that process 420 times. You can see I had a bad day at work yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top the day off...you have procrastinated for whatever reason and wait until 7:59pm to pick up your prescriptions. While out of breath because you ran, you explain to me that you simply forgot what time we closed and hand me a new CII rx while you're at it. CII = a highly controlled drug that is kept under lock&amp;amp;key and requires extra time, special attention, and more paperwork. Do I fill your prescription and risk getting in trouble by upper management because you just cost them an extra 15 minutes of overtime... or make you mad and tell you to wait til tomorrow. Then I get in trouble by upper management anyway because you filed a formal complaint. A lose - lose situation. Not to mention that I still haven't gone to the bathroom and surviving on a candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rant&lt;/strong&gt; \'rant\ &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; 2: a rousing good time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4960350257857091068?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4960350257857091068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4960350257857091068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4960350257857091068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4960350257857091068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/06/pharmacists-rant.html' title='Pharmacist&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-836494645075043328</id><published>2011-06-07T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:34:46.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Purchase Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could possibly be one of the best purchases ever: the &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/search/results.html?words=40-2729622&amp;amp;cm_sp=OnsiteSearch-_-GlobalNav-_-Button"&gt;PotteryBarn Kids Anywhere Chair&lt;/a&gt;!! I know most of you already have one of these, but if you don't - get one! My kids LOVE theirs. We noticed Mattox obsessing over MC's... and of course MC would start a fight because he was sitting in 'her' chair. The fighting led to not being able to wait until Christmas or his next birthday. I did not realize, however, that PotteryBarn has increased the size of these things since I ordered MC's 3 years ago. His is TWICE the size of hers (see pic). Anyway, just a little free advertising for PB. Love it. More PB advertising when I get finished with MC's room = why I am working so much this summer. Work, shop, repeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2TzXJ0EEWk/Te7QYfxEXGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/MPj2iHFuDxM/s1600/IMG_3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615654904640330850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2TzXJ0EEWk/Te7QYfxEXGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/MPj2iHFuDxM/s400/IMG_3087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvXJKrbk-Ow/Te7QYjfx8JI/AAAAAAAABTY/Hjd0YrwDL7o/s1600/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615654905641562258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvXJKrbk-Ow/Te7QYjfx8JI/AAAAAAAABTY/Hjd0YrwDL7o/s400/IMG_3089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUSRu3zUU3Q/Te7QZUvK9xI/AAAAAAAABTg/0Z2RYf4qCls/s1600/IMG_3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615654918859454226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUSRu3zUU3Q/Te7QZUvK9xI/AAAAAAAABTg/0Z2RYf4qCls/s400/IMG_3093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-836494645075043328?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/836494645075043328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=836494645075043328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/836494645075043328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/836494645075043328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-purchase-ever.html' title='Best Purchase Ever'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2TzXJ0EEWk/Te7QYfxEXGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/MPj2iHFuDxM/s72-c/IMG_3087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4793221338600879023</id><published>2011-06-05T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:09:00.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A month?</title><content type='html'>I can not believe it's been almost a month since I blogged. Oh I'm slacking. I'm sure most of you don't care anyway... but I've been working 2-3 days a week, we all survived ANOTHER round of the stomach bug, finished up 3 year old preschool, saw the famous Max&amp;amp;Ruby (and even found out where their parents are), held ladies Bible study at my house, and have been busy with quality family time! Matt turned another year older and we celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary! Since I've been working, I am trying to spend as much time as I can with MC and Mattox on my days off. MC broke my heart when she asked our sitter, "When can I see Mommy again?" I almost started crying at work. Luckily, I am only working for the summer while I have a sitter... (*sniff sniff*) she's starts her "real job" in August. Mattox has taken off with walking so I decided to post a video of his cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97ff9b4d93e6c6e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97ff9b4d93e6c6e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332943%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16C3EAB745313845AD836D93FE63E0EF30F3F857.637C842CFA169AAFD89692A0DD76C46028CC8725%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97ff9b4d93e6c6e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqMxVxVomoS-6bhukUrVKMCOHo7Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97ff9b4d93e6c6e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332943%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16C3EAB745313845AD836D93FE63E0EF30F3F857.637C842CFA169AAFD89692A0DD76C46028CC8725%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97ff9b4d93e6c6e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqMxVxVomoS-6bhukUrVKMCOHo7Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, a boring video... but my nieces want to see him "walk" so here it is. He doesn't talk much. But he's funny nonetheless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and for those of you wondering/asking - our lake house survived the great flood of 2011! Hallelujah! We are looking forward to moving all the stuff back in and enjoying some weekends ahead! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7096644104686984286-4793221338600879023?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4793221338600879023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4793221338600879023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4793221338600879023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4793221338600879023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/06/month.html' title='A month?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3539132709361393920</id><published>2011-05-12T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:50:30.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is for the rest of our family out there. &lt;a href="http://kimstonephotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kim Stone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;took these in front of our beach house, Avalon, in Cape San Blas, FL back in April. Someone asked where we got the outfits for the girls. My sister and I bought those from Chez Ami last year. If only I could plan their moods/behaviors like I do their clothes...Mati Claire did not cooperate that day. And Mattox was just scared to death of the beach. Overall we had a fantastic trip though! Would love to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPVwuV_3uI/Tcw3EqPJ6_I/AAAAAAAABRU/DoTGTnwfnDA/s1600/IMG_4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPVwuV_3uI/Tcw3EqPJ6_I/AAAAAAAABRU/DoTGTnwfnDA/s400/IMG_4273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWFJokP8p5A/Tcw3EnC_z7I/AAAAAAAABRc/OOUYSI-zgMg/s1600/IMG_4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWFJokP8p5A/Tcw3EnC_z7I/AAAAAAAABRc/OOUYSI-zgMg/s400/IMG_4295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtZdPE0n42k/Tcw3E18iaPI/AAAAAAAABRk/-eX4PkV2GHU/s1600/IMG_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtZdPE0n42k/Tcw3E18iaPI/AAAAAAAABRk/-eX4PkV2GHU/s400/IMG_4288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGH2eRSeLrc/Tcw3FM8brmI/AAAAAAAABRs/MjTvCGW3Ej8/s1600/IMG_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGH2eRSeLrc/Tcw3FM8brmI/AAAAAAAABRs/MjTvCGW3Ej8/s400/IMG_4311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VH1DVKU660g/Tcw3Fer_lzI/AAAAAAAABR0/hWFpkL1JtSY/s1600/IMG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VH1DVKU660g/Tcw3Fer_lzI/AAAAAAAABR0/hWFpkL1JtSY/s400/IMG_4331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iM_3uTSQvOQ/Tcw3FpmFLXI/AAAAAAAABR8/sNbw_A3xerE/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iM_3uTSQvOQ/Tcw3FpmFLXI/AAAAAAAABR8/sNbw_A3xerE/s400/IMG_4360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ92_gM7dZ0/Tcw6BJPDkDI/AAAAAAAABS8/P8pI6Zm8r5E/s1600/IMG_4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605919427502772274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ92_gM7dZ0/Tcw6BJPDkDI/AAAAAAAABS8/P8pI6Zm8r5E/s400/IMG_4313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YreqQzTjUUY/Tcw3FvmxRcI/AAAAAAAABSE/Dtzrpk65B1I/s1600/IMG_4341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YreqQzTjUUY/Tcw3FvmxRcI/AAAAAAAABSE/Dtzrpk65B1I/s400/IMG_4341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OVVaIycQlA/Tcw3Fwo3wzI/AAAAAAAABSM/eN8YIQ7JqCM/s1600/IMG_4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OVVaIycQlA/Tcw3Fwo3wzI/AAAAAAAABSM/eN8YIQ7JqCM/s400/IMG_4388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eq2f6pDhBv0/Tcw3Gb5peQI/AAAAAAAABSU/ofbeQJ7Vh40/s1600/IMG_4400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eq2f6pDhBv0/Tcw3Gb5peQI/AAAAAAAABSU/ofbeQJ7Vh40/s400/IMG_4400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMieAcYwgA8/Tcw3GhJYMKI/AAAAAAAABSc/7TWeXvfC97s/s1600/IMG_4450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMieAcYwgA8/Tcw3GhJYMKI/AAAAAAAABSc/7TWeXvfC97s/s400/IMG_4450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB1H_KL0Yv8/Tcw3Glm_vGI/AAAAAAAABSk/VzpKCggZtqM/s1600/IMG_4443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB1H_KL0Yv8/Tcw3Glm_vGI/AAAAAAAABSk/VzpKCggZtqM/s400/IMG_4443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC showing her ballet arabesque, and Kennedy showing us her karate moves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGqjCTiWvUs/Tcw3G6Z8nHI/AAAAAAAABSs/z1D_crpkqbM/s1600/IMG_4504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGqjCTiWvUs/Tcw3G6Z8nHI/AAAAAAAABSs/z1D_crpkqbM/s400/IMG_4504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0d9rsbY4OsI/Tcw3HFa3FDI/AAAAAAAABS0/EB6qP_5OrFk/s1600/IMG_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0d9rsbY4OsI/Tcw3HFa3FDI/AAAAAAAABS0/EB6qP_5OrFk/s400/IMG_4540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerigan practicing gymnastics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; 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I enjoyed this too much. More than her. Just brought back alot of memories. Erica, if my scanner worked I would scan in some old pics just for fun. oh well - that might be embarrassing. I even teared up during the show. My sweet baby girl did GREAT! Not just saying that because she's my daughter, but because there was no tee-tee'ing on the stage, no nose picking, no standing still, no scratching booty, or no crying!! Yay! Success! She had me worried after rehearsal. But we got there and she had one meltdown in the dressing room. I don't blame her.. I almost had a meltdown too. Forgot how chaotic it is back there. Just glad that she got it all out before she took the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first dance was the jazz number to the song "She's Got the Beat" and then her ballet dance was to "Baby of Mine". Yes, that baby of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MI5hkPQuxig/TcV2qhQYyLI/AAAAAAAABQU/_sY-9pKRTWs/s1600/IMG_3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604015784186136754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MI5hkPQuxig/TcV2qhQYyLI/AAAAAAAABQU/_sY-9pKRTWs/s400/IMG_3049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not so sure about this mom..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604015776779931458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOXP-BMo_RE/TcV2qFqnD0I/AAAAAAAABQM/FX3-IhnqnO0/s400/IMG_3046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHA8t-RDmYU/TcV4KqJMdgI/AAAAAAAABQk/g_W33Q940cM/s1600/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604017435839329794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHA8t-RDmYU/TcV4KqJMdgI/AAAAAAAABQk/g_W33Q940cM/s400/IMG_3067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She's got the beat.... .... ... yeah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9a5WECwf0dU/TcV2q7sBzXI/AAAAAAAABQc/T3I-uC2uG4s/s1600/IMG_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604015791281393010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9a5WECwf0dU/TcV2q7sBzXI/AAAAAAAABQc/T3I-uC2uG4s/s400/IMG_3064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this is how i roll..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604017438085978290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofsi2oUVGYg/TcV4Kyg1mLI/AAAAAAAABQs/eb2ABJH0UrQ/s400/IMG_3073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for the bad blurry pics.. I was trying to watch and not focus on my camera. I have more of the ballet, but she was in the back row, so they just didnt' turn out that well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where was Mattox during this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvA6XPzDxUw/TcV7U-BE4YI/AAAAAAAABRE/HD9Lk2H6uBk/s1600/IMG_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604020911507562882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvA6XPzDxUw/TcV7U-BE4YI/AAAAAAAABRE/HD9Lk2H6uBk/s400/IMG_3057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crusing back and forth between 9 people that all had some type of food!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufHUQ7M414g/TcV8XcNk4AI/AAAAAAAABRM/oo21z_16uV4/s1600/IMG_3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604022053484421122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufHUQ7M414g/TcV8XcNk4AI/AAAAAAAABRM/oo21z_16uV4/s400/IMG_3082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3649354064565353984?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3649354064565353984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3649354064565353984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3649354064565353984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3649354064565353984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballet-recital.html' title='Ballet Recital'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MI5hkPQuxig/TcV2qhQYyLI/AAAAAAAABQU/_sY-9pKRTWs/s72-c/IMG_3049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5327632779836463032</id><published>2011-05-06T15:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:18:34.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3_zI4JjBUk/TcRjfHcuspI/AAAAAAAABQE/AXO9EpJxCeA/s1600/pierpic2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713222582383250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3_zI4JjBUk/TcRjfHcuspI/AAAAAAAABQE/AXO9EpJxCeA/s400/pierpic2011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tornados, storms, and now floods. At least we had a warning. I grew up in Vicksburg and I L.O.V.E. Mississippi river cities (the Delta, Natchez, and V'burg). So it is heartbreaking to see the river creeping up in everyone's back yard. It usually takes us 45 min to get to our house at the lake and it took us almost 2 hrs to get there. Alot of roads are closed...we even drove through water to get home. We came through Satartia farm lands, and its so sad to see their crops gone! I am asking everyone to pray for all these areas. My neighbor at the lake lives there permanently and her parents have had to move in with them. We managed to get everything out. Not only was I worried about the water/moisture ruining everything but also the looting that will most likely occur afterwards. Anyone remember New Orleans in Katrina? We haven't had the house long, but its still "our stuff". ya know? can you tell i'm just a little stressed out here??? :) This is a pic of our pier --- underwater. I was reminded by someone that it is "just stuff" and it's "just a house". Amen to that. I needed to hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I vent? So I have been sick with the sinus crud since we got back from the beach, completely sleep deprived, my parents came to stay for a few days (which is not stressful - actually helpful) but that means cooking more, cleaning more, etc..., Easter weekend, ballet rehearsal, ballet recital, we ALL came down with yet another stomach bug for a few days but luckily felt better by recital time, i've worked five 14 hour days in the last few days, and oh yeah - your house is going to flood - so you better move everything out soon. All of this during rain rain and more rain. And what's up with this cold weather? Had to dig out packed-away clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a good note? Got plenty of new pictures ordered and I can't wait for them to come in! I promise I will post pics of the ballet recital - MC did great!!!!! It was truly one of the sweetest moments of my life! Mattox took 1-2 steps but he didn't do it on purpose (more in the act of cruising from one piece of furniture to the other) so I'm not sure if it counts. But regardless, he is desperately trying to walk. We are pacifier free for over a week now! And he has cut off baby food for the most part. He will eat chicken, diced fruit, nutrigrains, crackers, turkey sandwich, pb&amp;amp;j sandwich, etc... but he does NOT like pasta, mac-n-cheese, or vegetables of any kind. It's so funny to me: MC is my vegetable child and Mattox is my fruit child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I've been on a rollercoaster of emotions in the last 2 weeks... and. i. am. exhausted. We couldn't have made it these last weeks without the help of Tyanne, James, Barry, and my parents!!! Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5327632779836463032?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5327632779836463032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5327632779836463032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5327632779836463032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5327632779836463032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/05/flood.html' title='Flood'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3_zI4JjBUk/TcRjfHcuspI/AAAAAAAABQE/AXO9EpJxCeA/s72-c/pierpic2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6828439787499513023</id><published>2011-05-02T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:12:56.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>We got Mattox's 1 year pictures made with one of my fave photographers: Vanessa Diel! She posted a few on her blog if you didn't see them already. You can click on the list over on the right, or click &lt;a href="http://www.vanessadielphoto.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  She does such a wonderful job!!! Its amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6828439787499513023?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6828439787499513023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6828439787499513023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6828439787499513023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6828439787499513023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2421895147910220862</id><published>2011-04-24T16:05:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:58:56.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for NOT blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; has been crazy. Mati Claire too...but hey, she's still 3 for now. These pics show the many reasons I have been too busy to blog. Busy planning, shopping, preparing, packing, unpacking, cleaning, and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the Egg Hunt&lt;/span&gt;! This was the day after the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (see previous post)&lt;/span&gt;, and the ground was not too wet! We were pleasantly surprised. So it turned out well, but very windy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsb-SGSCWKQ/TbShlVWVUlI/AAAAAAAABOs/zlGOrqcUEsE/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599277899486417490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsb-SGSCWKQ/TbShlVWVUlI/AAAAAAAABOs/zlGOrqcUEsE/s400/IMG_2917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The group-effort food table! Thanks everyone for contributing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZm0ypzrkcY/TbSe-fhTUqI/AAAAAAAABOk/mHe4POx4_Bc/s1600/IMG_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599275033178624674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZm0ypzrkcY/TbSe-fhTUqI/AAAAAAAABOk/mHe4POx4_Bc/s400/IMG_2911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group photo (hopefully everyone was in this - but they wouldn't stay still)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn9om-lLtnE/TbShlmU7y7I/AAAAAAAABO0/55yk31T0I3U/s1600/IMG_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599277904043953074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn9om-lLtnE/TbShlmU7y7I/AAAAAAAABO0/55yk31T0I3U/s400/IMG_2919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me some Mattox and Hadley!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VX47Os5pyvA/TbSe-IXnx_I/AAAAAAAABOc/wrA_TXj1lF8/s1600/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599275026964006898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VX47Os5pyvA/TbSe-IXnx_I/AAAAAAAABOc/wrA_TXj1lF8/s400/IMG_2896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_ksDkfcKoA/TbShl86x8yI/AAAAAAAABO8/XqzQRhg2Tdo/s1600/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599277910108271394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_ksDkfcKoA/TbShl86x8yI/AAAAAAAABO8/XqzQRhg2Tdo/s400/IMG_2947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else do you do when the party is over? Sarah walks around with the pinata on her head!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beach Trip&lt;/span&gt;! This was Mati Claire and Mattox's first trip to the beach ever! It took us 9 hours to get to Cape San Blas near Port St. Joe, Florida (almost 2 hours east of Panama City). My sister rented the house and she did a superb job planning absolutely nothing! We loved being secluded and far away from all the 'tourist-y' beach places. Mati Claire was super excited. She jumped in the ocean fully clothed and was running around screaming with excitement! Mattox on the other hand did NOT like it. He stuck to his Daddy or anyone that would hold him up off the sand for the most part. He loved Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville Restuarant the most!! He danced and even checked out girls. Boy am I in trouble in about 15 years. We spent one day at GulfWorld in Panama City. MC gains her courage from seeing other kids not get killed... so she sat next to Otto the sea lion and he planted a big kiss on her head! The picture looks like she's terrified, but she enjoyed it! Overall, we had a blast!!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_4OZ6gJnrA/TbSkQo5ud0I/AAAAAAAABPU/AiPxMDWjIGI/s1600/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599280842492770114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_4OZ6gJnrA/TbSkQo5ud0I/AAAAAAAABPU/AiPxMDWjIGI/s400/IMG_2982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our beach house: Avalon. This pic only shows 3 floors, but it had 4...so the elevator was pretty cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Thats a real vaca when you don't even walk up stairs! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-yQL6YnEEA/TbSkQPtoCFI/AAAAAAAABPE/SK3MLnsnkk4/s1600/IMG_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599280835731130450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-yQL6YnEEA/TbSkQPtoCFI/AAAAAAAABPE/SK3MLnsnkk4/s400/IMG_2954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mati Claire's first reaction to the ocean. So glad to capture that moment! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSXHeiyad9U/TbSkQ6IoaUI/AAAAAAAABPc/K2BVXm-0Hso/s1600/IMG_3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599280847118690626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSXHeiyad9U/TbSkQ6IoaUI/AAAAAAAABPc/K2BVXm-0Hso/s400/IMG_3005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing on the beach with her cousins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgpup_Qmaks/TbSkQW28bAI/AAAAAAAABPM/Vr0TvbfA7Fw/s1600/IMG_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599280837649263618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgpup_Qmaks/TbSkQW28bAI/AAAAAAAABPM/Vr0TvbfA7Fw/s400/IMG_2972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how Mattox looked most of the trip. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcZHUcWooLM/TbSm59sS8xI/AAAAAAAABPs/bFEU55_Azmc/s1600/IMG_3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283751471477522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcZHUcWooLM/TbSm59sS8xI/AAAAAAAABPs/bFEU55_Azmc/s400/IMG_3025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otto giving MC a big kiss!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkbSJ8Jj41w/TbSm5qxZCQI/AAAAAAAABPk/1hJkcVROL6I/s1600/IMG_3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283746392574210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkbSJ8Jj41w/TbSm5qxZCQI/AAAAAAAABPk/1hJkcVROL6I/s400/IMG_3032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC, Kerigan, Mattox, and Kennedy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before all this, I have been busy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, still trying to lose the last of the baby weight. And I did this to my toe. Don't ask me how. Apparently I don't run correctly because I don't think this is normal. Remember &lt;a href="http://simplyschoggen.blogspot.com/2011/01/slammed.html"&gt;Pamela's fingernail&lt;/a&gt;? It actually doesn't hurt insanely because I tried to go running at the beach and I think I have a knee of a 90 year old. Not sure if its arthritis or tendonitis or something along those lines.. but very painful nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHpxZCV0CZU/TbSe9kXlDrI/AAAAAAAABOM/ACoFJE5jk6k/s1600/toepic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599275017300151986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHpxZCV0CZU/TbSe9kXlDrI/AAAAAAAABOM/ACoFJE5jk6k/s400/toepic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse the 2 week old pedicure - look at the "other" bad toe. Pic doesn't do justice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; morning! 9 hour drive home and didn't get home til late, tried to unpack as much as I could, dinners for everyone, and then attempt to prepare Easter baskets... needless to say we had a hectic morning. The Easter bunny tried. We were in such a rush, I didn't get a family picture. :( Trying to slow down here and remind myself why we celebrate today. He is risen! He is alive! and He saved us! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYUz1a01YuQ/TbSe91XL2YI/AAAAAAAABOU/YhBUhREyPeE/s1600/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599275021861902722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYUz1a01YuQ/TbSe91XL2YI/AAAAAAAABOU/YhBUhREyPeE/s400/IMG_3036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ballet Recital&lt;/span&gt;! Oh I can't wait to see my ballerina on stage! Think I'm more nervous than she will be. We are also trying to see how many times we can take professional pictures in 1 month. MC and Mattox have been photographed by Jeanelle Caraway, Vanessa Diel, Portrait Innovations, Kim Stone, and Johanssen/Just Dance in the past few weeks. Seriously. I'm wiped out. Wallet and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2421895147910220862?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2421895147910220862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2421895147910220862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2421895147910220862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2421895147910220862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/04/reasons-for-not-blogging.html' title='Reasons for NOT blogging'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsb-SGSCWKQ/TbShlVWVUlI/AAAAAAAABOs/zlGOrqcUEsE/s72-c/IMG_2917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-1218679291892984142</id><published>2011-04-16T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:34:39.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Grab the Popcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jrkzBpeybkc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Can't say that watching twisters is entertaining anymore - when one is that close to you. I know this was plastered all over FB, but here it is again for those of you who didn't see it. God is good - and we survived with no damages (if you don't count the stress of driving home in that weather - Mattox may never recover - poor thing thought he was in a permanent car wash) ;) On a lighter note, I threw an Easter Egg Hunt today. I will post pics of that later... but they are on my other camera and honestly... I have had ZERO sleep in the last week. So I'm going to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-1218679291892984142?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1218679291892984142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=1218679291892984142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1218679291892984142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1218679291892984142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-grab-popcorn.html' title='Don&apos;t Grab the Popcorn'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jrkzBpeybkc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4609786061490599565</id><published>2011-04-10T21:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:04:07.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss and Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just saw that I haven't blogged since March...and that it's April 10th already! Happy Birthday to my big sister!!! Time is really flying past me. Been trying to work at least 1 day a week the past few weeks... and once AGAIN, I'm reminded why I stay home. Also reminded that I love my other job too. Will this battle ever end? And Matt has been working even more to make up for all the days we are on vacation(s). Example: if we go out of town for a few days, then he ends up working every single day the rest of the entire month. He doesn't get off days, sick days, vacation days, holidays, you get the idea. So he has been working close to 3 weeks straight = 1 tired mommy who is also trying to squeeze in a few work days. I work 12 hour shifts + 2 hours driving to and from other side of town + 15 min early to open store up + 30 min getting off late b/c people can't pick up their rx's on time = an almost 15 hour work day........ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My children are melting my heart lately. Last night, MC was saying her prayers (which are usually pretty long and detailed) and she said "Dear God, thank you for your hands and thank you for your heart. Amen." I intepreted that a million different ways in just a few seconds. Tonight, somehow (without telling her) she knew I had a hard day, and said "Mommy, you need a hug before bed?".......well yes I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And bless Mattox's heart. He likes to kiss his reflection in the glass. And when he's feeling good, he'll pass out "kiss kiss"-es to any lovely lady willing to accept slobber in the process. I have to kiss and tell. He's beginning the separation anxiety phase - and for the moment, I like it. Don't judge. They don't want you all the time when they're older - so I'll take it and be glad while I can. Mad man has the funniest personality and makes me laugh all the time. I was telling him 'no' earlier tonight, and he pointed one finger at me and said "mom-muh, nuh nuh!" Apparently talking back to a parent is hilarious when they are 1... not so funny when are they 3. I couldn't keep a straight face much less yelling at him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still trying to make exercise a top priority. Unfortunately my house and kitchen have reaped the consequences. Somehow jogged 2 miles straight Saturday. That could be my record. I would love to walk with friends and be able to have a running partner, but I don't think I could focus or make it as far. I like my iPod. I like my headphones. I like my Black Eyed Peas. Loud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4609786061490599565?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4609786061490599565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4609786061490599565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4609786061490599565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4609786061490599565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/04/kiss-and-tell.html' title='Kiss and Tell'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4194601562277497872</id><published>2011-03-29T17:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:57:27.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God definitely knows what He's doing. He knew that we needed at least 1 well-parent to take care of the kids. Me, MC, and Mattox have been over the stomach bug for several days... then... I came into our study to find Matt hooked up to a fluid drip/IV at 6am. The bag was hanging from the ceiling and Matt was sprawled out on the sofa. If ONLY I had my camera on me that early. It was a sight to see. He said they inserted the line at work, but then came home to set up the drip. He was still in denial about it being the stomach bug. Why are guys so stubborn? He tried to pick a fight and accuse my cooking before admitting that it was a virus. Yeah... you didn't see me hooked up to an IV ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, things are back to normal for the rest of us though. Mattox is hitting a growth spurt and eats constantly. From what I hear that never goes away. He's going to eat everything in the house. Or at least gum it. I am planning to take the pacifier away... SOON. He has this ugly saliva rash on his chin that won't go away - so...it has limited number of days left. I took MC's away cold turkey at 13 months. So maybe 2 weeks left. That's the plan at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since Mattox has been getting all the attention lately, I need to post a pic of MC. Most of you saw this on FB, but here it is again. I'm in love with this little girl... I mean ballerina. Erica, if you just happen to be in town at the end of April, you are more than welcome to come with us to her first ballet recital!!! Her response was not what I expected her to say. She pranced around the house yelling "I'm a tree! I'm a tree!" So here's my precious ballerina:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEmdj-gcoM0/TZJu10vIpOI/AAAAAAAABN0/cRiLZXbfLh8/s1600/1balletcostume.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589651958488671458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEmdj-gcoM0/TZJu10vIpOI/AAAAAAAABN0/cRiLZXbfLh8/s400/1balletcostume.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's my goal/suit for this summer... I need to tape these pics to my fridge. The 2nd baby weight is MUCH harder to get off. I'm doing the same dieting and exercise (minus the Pilates class) that I did after MC... and something just isn't working this time 'round. So maybe Pilates is the trick. So if anyone has tips on how to lose the lost-elasticity of my belly - please share! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHoUfCyNbVM/TZJvMWwdzSI/AAAAAAAABOE/w4AHyYW3rmg/s1600/top.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589652345578179874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHoUfCyNbVM/TZJvMWwdzSI/AAAAAAAABOE/w4AHyYW3rmg/s200/top.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAVRXI-whug/TZJvMX8PzJI/AAAAAAAABN8/adAIRe7ijss/s1600/bottoms.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589652345896029330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAVRXI-whug/TZJvMX8PzJI/AAAAAAAABN8/adAIRe7ijss/s200/bottoms.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4194601562277497872?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4194601562277497872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4194601562277497872&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4194601562277497872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4194601562277497872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/03/recuperating.html' title='Recuperating'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEmdj-gcoM0/TZJu10vIpOI/AAAAAAAABN0/cRiLZXbfLh8/s72-c/1balletcostume.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8630834456256509155</id><published>2011-03-20T20:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:32:15.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, our mini-vaca/Christmas present didn't go as well as planned.  Mati Claire and Mattox both had the stomach bug last week and then passed it to me!!! We left the kids with Mom and Dad so we could go to San Antonio. The day we left, I felt sick - but I ALWAYS feel sick because I HATE. To. Fly. I would throw-up on a normal flight.  So I brushed it off and felt fine later.  Had a blast at the BonJovi concert.  Oh my goodness he is awesome.  That was on my bucket list.  7:30 the next morning I woke up with a bang! I haven't had a stomach bug since I was a kid!!! Unreal.  Luckily, we didn't have anything planned but a dinner reservation.The line to the Alamo was wrapped around the block, so we settled for just walking by it.  Matt went to the pharmacy for me and loaded me up with Zofran, Dramamine, Gatorade, water, and crackers.  I ate 5 crackers all day.  And I literally stayed in the bed for over 24 hours.  I'm okay with Zofran, so we decided to venture out and see the famous Riverwalk.  Can you believe I did not shop? Didn't really eat out or sight-see? Unbelievable. I only had the strength to walk around for about 3 hours then I needed a nap.  This bug zaps your energy! So we made it to the Spurs game! Row 5 BABY!!! Matt and I LOVE going to basketball games! So! There is no telling how many people I infected with this virus while I was there - and for that I apologize.  But there was no way I was missing that. We made it home and the kids are alright.  Ha! Sounds like the movie title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hf9c3IsJwE/TYax2Eo8AKI/AAAAAAAABMU/7QCPuPAeif0/s320/photo-17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347930316177570" /&gt;     &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_G4Hz_MmJN4/TYax3OTl7zI/AAAAAAAABM0/Fdj9f0HcKyU/s320/photo-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347950090874674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our ride to the AT&amp;amp;T center - we just happened to be standing at the right place at the right time for this!! B/c I certainly didn't plan that!! And our view of the fans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CrwtxMwwscg/TYa3SdpfnRI/AAAAAAAABNs/0TocmyfhlE0/s320/photo-29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586353915623873810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;. BonJovi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjR2imZJcMw/TYa0ifDR4sI/AAAAAAAABNc/CMuiK3bjpJc/s320/photo-27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586350892343485122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Riverwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5WzCqtnl8M/TYa0i0q4eII/AAAAAAAABNk/cqa-k0IZAV8/s320/photo-28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586350898146736258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the Spurs vs. Bobcats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas, Matt!!!! Sorry you had to babysit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8630834456256509155?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8630834456256509155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8630834456256509155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8630834456256509155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8630834456256509155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/03/san-antonio.html' title='San Antonio'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hf9c3IsJwE/TYax2Eo8AKI/AAAAAAAABMU/7QCPuPAeif0/s72-c/photo-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6442934917183932132</id><published>2011-03-14T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:08:52.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Par-Tee Part 2</title><content type='html'>Here are a few more pics - some action shots. I have a ba-zillion more that I would love to post - but these are all I have time for today. I can't believe the party is over and he is 1!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7x4ZqXv0yfQ/TX7UFi_qJPI/AAAAAAAABMM/8-nzdr7YZrs/s1600/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584133779744236786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7x4ZqXv0yfQ/TX7UFi_qJPI/AAAAAAAABMM/8-nzdr7YZrs/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uncle" James and "Aunt" Laura got him a sock monkey - and he loves it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnwGbw7PaUw/TX7UEHTtYVI/AAAAAAAABME/hbPcie09xvA/s1600/IMG_2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584133755132272978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnwGbw7PaUw/TX7UEHTtYVI/AAAAAAAABME/hbPcie09xvA/s320/IMG_2814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle James taking the kids for a ride in the golf cart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woisdQn-jQI/TX7UCKhWhRI/AAAAAAAABL8/Sc4fGjnB9j4/s1600/IMG_2811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584133721635063058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woisdQn-jQI/TX7UCKhWhRI/AAAAAAAABL8/Sc4fGjnB9j4/s320/IMG_2811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerigan, Heather, and Kennedy enjoying the cupcakes and the sun! The only drawback of the entire day was the sun melting all the chocolate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42wMtI8pmec/TX7UAQvSaxI/AAAAAAAABL0/_HSKYJjUTNk/s1600/IMG_2805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584133688944388882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42wMtI8pmec/TX7UAQvSaxI/AAAAAAAABL0/_HSKYJjUTNk/s320/IMG_2805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another birthday girl -- Miss Macy Kate!! Look at that sweet baby crawling to play!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQOqOFe_QF4/TX7PQqQKBSI/AAAAAAAABLs/dynqUKhGuoE/s1600/IMG_2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584128473112904994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQOqOFe_QF4/TX7PQqQKBSI/AAAAAAAABLs/dynqUKhGuoE/s320/IMG_2765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Par-Tee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQOMCMuRdrw/TX7PQReT_8I/AAAAAAAABLk/6BcgQdFJvnU/s1600/IMG_2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584128466461392834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQOMCMuRdrw/TX7PQReT_8I/AAAAAAAABLk/6BcgQdFJvnU/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing with the golfing net.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMTrH52Y_R8/TX7PQGK-GtI/AAAAAAAABLc/OP4EgVhng4U/s1600/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584128463427476178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMTrH52Y_R8/TX7PQGK-GtI/AAAAAAAABLc/OP4EgVhng4U/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more decoration pic I forgot yesterday. I loved these straws to go with the sweet "tee".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had alot of people ask me, so here's where I got all/most of my stuff (and their links):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water bottle labels/stickers/banner/buffet cards/thank you notes - Chickabug on &lt;a href="http://etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invitations - &lt;a href="http://peepeyedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peepeye&lt;/a&gt; designs by Shea Parker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cake pops - &lt;a href="http://cakepops.com/"&gt;Cakepops &lt;/a&gt;by Cindy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personalized golf balls - &lt;a href="http://golfballs.com/"&gt;Golfballs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green/White favor bags - &lt;a href="http://layercakeshop.com/"&gt;Layer Cake Shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green/White straws - Fort &amp;amp; Field on &lt;a href="http://etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balloon wreath - idea from &lt;a href="http://howdoesshe.com/"&gt;HowDoesShe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banners/signs/posters - &lt;a href="http://shindigz.com/"&gt;Shindigz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crepe paper streamers - idea from HowDoesShe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown cupcake wrappers - &lt;a href="http://sweetbakingsupply.com/"&gt;Sweet Baking Supply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything else came from Hobby Lobby, Party City, Walmart, or I made myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6442934917183932132?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6442934917183932132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6442934917183932132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6442934917183932132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6442934917183932132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/03/par-tee-part-2.html' title='Par-Tee Part 2'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7x4ZqXv0yfQ/TX7UFi_qJPI/AAAAAAAABMM/8-nzdr7YZrs/s72-c/IMG_2823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8020545184097242581</id><published>2011-03-13T21:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:13:28.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Par-Tee Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Mattox's 1st birthday Saturday with a golf themed par-tee! Mattox was such a trooper! He had the best time! Don't think he fussed even once. He enjoyed his cake and I will just let the pictures do the talking! A good time was had by all I hope. Thank you to everyone who helped make his day even more special! Especially, my sister and nieces for making the trip down here - it wouldn't have been the same without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7fcnmmh_4s/TX19JOtsuzI/AAAAAAAABJs/GyO99q_aW-M/s1600/IMG_2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583756710531349298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7fcnmmh_4s/TX19JOtsuzI/AAAAAAAABJs/GyO99q_aW-M/s320/IMG_2735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gandHC3AyHA/TX19IjHgBpI/AAAAAAAABJk/Iml8yMEFfJg/s1600/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583756698828408466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gandHC3AyHA/TX19IjHgBpI/AAAAAAAABJk/Iml8yMEFfJg/s320/IMG_2729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tcgb-bDf1g/TX2ABe8BtjI/AAAAAAAABKc/I9qLuzdn8as/s1600/IMG_2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583759875982341682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tcgb-bDf1g/TX2ABe8BtjI/AAAAAAAABKc/I9qLuzdn8as/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTf5tKv2rug/TX2AA0UU3DI/AAAAAAAABKM/UCbaSHvOOf8/s1600/IMG_2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583759864541535282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTf5tKv2rug/TX2AA0UU3DI/AAAAAAAABKM/UCbaSHvOOf8/s320/IMG_2744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gandHC3AyHA/TX19IjHgBpI/AAAAAAAABJk/Iml8yMEFfJg/s1600/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ILsDgipQOmQ/TX2FO86T3LI/AAAAAAAABLE/hm75Cq3Fwd0/s1600/IMG_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0Y3T2ktgTs/TX2AAx-FZVI/AAAAAAAABKU/MhM_0xjmbiY/s1600/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583759863911376210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0Y3T2ktgTs/TX2AAx-FZVI/AAAAAAAABKU/MhM_0xjmbiY/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XX9lmQFWik/TX2AAbON7XI/AAAAAAAABKE/HYqFVKMcFYM/s1600/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583759857805028722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XX9lmQFWik/TX2AAbON7XI/AAAAAAAABKE/HYqFVKMcFYM/s320/IMG_2740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKBlF1d-Dvk/TX19KKMIEhI/AAAAAAAABJ8/mYa7L1aWNZ8/s1600/IMG_2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583756726496662034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKBlF1d-Dvk/TX19KKMIEhI/AAAAAAAABJ8/mYa7L1aWNZ8/s320/IMG_2736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjMJdSROAcI/TX2C1JrPmQI/AAAAAAAABK8/NKCHr91322o/s1600/IMG_2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583762962651257090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjMJdSROAcI/TX2C1JrPmQI/AAAAAAAABK8/NKCHr91322o/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583765604924644530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ILsDgipQOmQ/TX2FO86T3LI/AAAAAAAABLE/hm75Cq3Fwd0/s320/IMG_2865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGfrp_nrdv0/TX2FPH6aC-I/AAAAAAAABLM/3yVEQH1yETs/s1600/IMG_2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583765607877839842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGfrp_nrdv0/TX2FPH6aC-I/AAAAAAAABLM/3yVEQH1yETs/s320/IMG_2867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOGA1Yz3xdU/TX2FPVvk1xI/AAAAAAAABLU/_C0DTYUz0Ww/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583765611590506258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOGA1Yz3xdU/TX2FPVvk1xI/AAAAAAAABLU/_C0DTYUz0Ww/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_2T5a1gbVE/TX19Jo9rpTI/AAAAAAAABJ0/1ZSFLLm9qTo/s1600/IMG_2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583756717577708850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_2T5a1gbVE/TX19Jo9rpTI/AAAAAAAABJ0/1ZSFLLm9qTo/s320/IMG_2732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will post more pics later. My computer is being really slow and my sister needs to borrow the computer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8020545184097242581?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8020545184097242581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8020545184097242581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8020545184097242581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8020545184097242581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/03/par-tee-time.html' title='Par-Tee Time!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7fcnmmh_4s/TX19JOtsuzI/AAAAAAAABJs/GyO99q_aW-M/s72-c/IMG_2735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2458789454700872247</id><published>2011-03-09T20:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:09:37.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mattox turned 1 today!!!! **sniff sniff** He is growing up SO fast! We moved him upstairs today! Crazy? maybe. He is a good -but light - sleeper. I am worried they will wake each other up being right next door to each other and sharing a bathroom space ... but I can actually do dishes, clean up the kitchen, put the garage door up/down, and even watch tv without waking him up now. Long story and I was starting to second guess that decision - but after the first day it is great! I love him being up there!  He is such a big boy now: turned around in his car seat, has 7 teeth, and needs a haircut (mommy is resisting that urge).  He can say "momma, da-da = daddy, ba = bath, and buhbye!" I call him my little lap dog, because he still likes for you to hold him constantly. He loves books, cars, balls, and food.  He brings a tear to my eye every night when I read to him.  He sits perfectly still and lets me read an entire book to him without touching it or moving. Then he looks up at me smiles when I say "The End." He dearly loves it.  Let me back up for just a sec... MC NEVER let me read to her.  I was always fascinated by the babies that included this in their bedtime ritual.  People told me to keep trying that she would eventually sit still and listen.  Yeah, that still hasn't happened and she's almost 4.  She tries really hard now and has gotten better.  She constantly talks through it, won't sit still, and won't stop moving the book which frustrates me.  So I am. In. Heaven. when Mattox lets me read to him.  Love love love my little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While moving his closet contents, I came across this hat we bought for him in Boston when I was pregnant with him. Ahh...sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwfV_KPHEC8/TXg7KqOzLjI/AAAAAAAABJc/wjgbjWgaGYQ/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582276792446823986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwfV_KPHEC8/TXg7KqOzLjI/AAAAAAAABJc/wjgbjWgaGYQ/s320/IMG_2726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjSeawMET4M/TXg7KA1BKxI/AAAAAAAABJM/a_RBLYvN234/s1600/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582276781332835090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjSeawMET4M/TXg7KA1BKxI/AAAAAAAABJM/a_RBLYvN234/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBT9PEwnGWw/TXg7KY7AfXI/AAAAAAAABJU/A6lktACLYzU/s1600/IMG_2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582276787800407410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBT9PEwnGWw/TXg7KY7AfXI/AAAAAAAABJU/A6lktACLYzU/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, happy anniversary to Mom and Dad today! They have been married 38 years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2458789454700872247?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2458789454700872247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2458789454700872247&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2458789454700872247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2458789454700872247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-bud.html' title='Happy Birthday Bud'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwfV_KPHEC8/TXg7KqOzLjI/AAAAAAAABJc/wjgbjWgaGYQ/s72-c/IMG_2726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-1890206596863617337</id><published>2011-03-01T20:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:31:57.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe my fave ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just throwing an opinion out because I. Am. In. Love. With. This. Dress. Gywneth didn't rock her performance, but I thought she rocked this dress at the Oscars. I wish I could buy it if I actually had somewhere to wear it. Anyway, this was my fave of the whole night!!! (This and Celine Dion's metallic too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnEIycsGF64/TW2r24PnLRI/AAAAAAAABJE/3hzIQ6ce_pg/s1600/gwyneth-paltrow-oscars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579304472681065746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnEIycsGF64/TW2r24PnLRI/AAAAAAAABJE/3hzIQ6ce_pg/s320/gwyneth-paltrow-oscars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-1890206596863617337?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1890206596863617337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=1890206596863617337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1890206596863617337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1890206596863617337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-my-fave-ever.html' title='Maybe my fave ever!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnEIycsGF64/TW2r24PnLRI/AAAAAAAABJE/3hzIQ6ce_pg/s72-c/gwyneth-paltrow-oscars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4096377173641054911</id><published>2011-02-22T15:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:28:53.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in Print!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broke down and printed my blog. and I LOVE it! I used &lt;a href="http://blog2print.com/"&gt;Blog2Print&lt;/a&gt; site, although I think there are several sites out there you can use. I must say that I'm glad I waited over 3 years to do it so its a bigger book. But you do pay per page. So I didn't want to wait TOO long. The book came in the mail today, and I am VERY impressed (not with what's in it but the actual book itself). The site said it would take almost 2-3 weeks to get it, and I got it in less than a week. And the quality is great... much better than the proof you see when you order it. I condensed mine since you are paying per page but it will mess the captions up under the pictures because they will move the pictures and the size of the pictures. There are so many options to choose from when designing too. I chose the house to cover the front because no family pic was recent enough (or good enough for me to put on a hardbacked cover! ha!). And I thought the house summed up our family in a sense. SO! Here's the finished product:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The front cover.                                               The back cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcY3wGiPtio/TWQo2NJRiBI/AAAAAAAABIc/UF4R7rMNNec/s1600/bookpic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576627150298122258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcY3wGiPtio/TWQo2NJRiBI/AAAAAAAABIc/UF4R7rMNNec/s320/bookpic1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szG0q22PDyk/TWQo2WsWdiI/AAAAAAAABIk/ICkwA2wXb5g/s1600/bookpic2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576627152861165090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szG0q22PDyk/TWQo2WsWdiI/AAAAAAAABIk/ICkwA2wXb5g/s320/bookpic2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dedication page. I chose one of the many nicknames for my babies. This was the hardest page to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bj1-NEdkEog/TWQo26bReoI/AAAAAAAABIs/wMvfkOfB1UU/s1600/bookpic3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576627162453211778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bj1-NEdkEog/TWQo26bReoI/AAAAAAAABIs/wMvfkOfB1UU/s320/bookpic3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry these are sideways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOuF7j1HUXQ/TWQo3cptIYI/AAAAAAAABI0/JV2nsJtHH48/s1600/bookpic4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576627171640549762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOuF7j1HUXQ/TWQo3cptIYI/AAAAAAAABI0/JV2nsJtHH48/s320/bookpic4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_-LpcGqUQ/TWQo3nr0K4I/AAAAAAAABI8/ZGR5vYG9ayo/s1600/bookpic5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576627174602189698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_-LpcGqUQ/TWQo3nr0K4I/AAAAAAAABI8/ZGR5vYG9ayo/s320/bookpic5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The table of contents and one page from the inside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4096377173641054911?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4096377173641054911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4096377173641054911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4096377173641054911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4096377173641054911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-in-print.html' title='It&apos;s in Print!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcY3wGiPtio/TWQo2NJRiBI/AAAAAAAABIc/UF4R7rMNNec/s72-c/bookpic1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-920825533691144593</id><published>2011-02-14T19:08:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:37:00.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Valentines Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy meets girl.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzC13C1kWO4/TVnT6RTpvjI/AAAAAAAABHk/U4UtQsHajko/s1600/pic7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573719011879403058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzC13C1kWO4/TVnT6RTpvjI/AAAAAAAABHk/U4UtQsHajko/s400/pic7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy likes girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9iDDXj93s4/TVnT6h-NsaI/AAAAAAAABHs/S8DNxChpoeE/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573719016352887202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9iDDXj93s4/TVnT6h-NsaI/AAAAAAAABHs/S8DNxChpoeE/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy kisses girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qJFv9l0Xwk/TVnT6330jyI/AAAAAAAABH0/X_gCy4FidSc/s1600/pic3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573719022231654178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qJFv9l0Xwk/TVnT6330jyI/AAAAAAAABH0/X_gCy4FidSc/s400/pic3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy can't get enough of girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDtiy511RGo/TVnVv0qCgJI/AAAAAAAABH8/2U0lLQmYsqM/s1600/pic4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573721031413235858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDtiy511RGo/TVnVv0qCgJI/AAAAAAAABH8/2U0lLQmYsqM/s400/pic4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wait, don't go!! I can explain!" boy says&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir4EE4d_5Do/TVnXDyJNXjI/AAAAAAAABIU/xKfnMRZOYd4/s1600/pic2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573722473847676466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir4EE4d_5Do/TVnXDyJNXjI/AAAAAAAABIU/xKfnMRZOYd4/s400/pic2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl just wants her momma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjLs-2BlfA0/TVnVwHcia3I/AAAAAAAABIE/4QqIAx6sPbc/s1600/pic5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573721036456881010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjLs-2BlfA0/TVnVwHcia3I/AAAAAAAABIE/4QqIAx6sPbc/s400/pic5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YES! I did it! I stole a kiss on Valentine's Day!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8mQSNYE0Jbg/TVnVwRM7omI/AAAAAAAABIM/7XdgYIkgYGY/s1600/pic6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573721039075779170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8mQSNYE0Jbg/TVnVwRM7omI/AAAAAAAABIM/7XdgYIkgYGY/s400/pic6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day from this one's FIRST and very memorable day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-920825533691144593?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/920825533691144593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=920825533691144593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/920825533691144593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/920825533691144593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/02/special-valentines-story.html' title='A Special Valentines Story'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzC13C1kWO4/TVnT6RTpvjI/AAAAAAAABHk/U4UtQsHajko/s72-c/pic7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2104630323211082093</id><published>2011-02-04T11:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:14:03.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Mattox?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE!!!! I can not keep up with him. I wish I had taken a picture of him in the fireplace. Not just sitting at the fireplace - I mean literally IN the fireplace sitting on top of the logs. Thank goodness we don't have a pilot light on. He is in the toilet, going up the stairs, climbing on everything, and already busted his lip! First bloody accident! First of many to come I'm sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also not on me. He quit me. I cried for awhile, but knew it was coming soon, just not that day. With MC, I had a love/hate relationship with nursing, but just love with Mattox. He made it so easy. Just keep reminding me that growing up is a good thing and the time was right.  **sniff sniff** :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-sAmqq2I/AAAAAAAABHc/z5nRbqxDFPE/s1600/IMG_2684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569895764947807074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-sAmqq2I/AAAAAAAABHc/z5nRbqxDFPE/s320/IMG_2684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's in the pantry...making a mess.  Was actually standing on that roll of paper plates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-rhx1myI/AAAAAAAABHU/9QojbM45bHI/s1600/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569895756673162018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-rhx1myI/AAAAAAAABHU/9QojbM45bHI/s320/IMG_2685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's in the curtains trying to break out through the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-rTxQteI/AAAAAAAABHM/399IwH1_zyk/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569895752912647650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-rTxQteI/AAAAAAAABHM/399IwH1_zyk/s320/IMG_2695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's in timeout with MC.  He put himself there actually.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-rL5_rlI/AAAAAAAABHE/v0QcvpXNIqY/s1600/IMG_2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569895750801796690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-rL5_rlI/AAAAAAAABHE/v0QcvpXNIqY/s320/IMG_2679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he's in the bathtub b/c all that crawling around on the floor makes him DIRTY! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the boring update... just staying inside and warm today.  Getting ready for our annual Superbowl party this weekend!!! And I actually went to WORK yesterday! I needed to train on the new computer system so I picked the absolute 'best' day to drive across town in this gorgeous weather :/   I hydroplaned twice on the way home.  So everyone please be careful if you have to get out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2104630323211082093?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2104630323211082093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2104630323211082093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2104630323211082093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2104630323211082093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-mattox.html' title='Where is Mattox?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TUw-sAmqq2I/AAAAAAAABHc/z5nRbqxDFPE/s72-c/IMG_2684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-9014408267771065698</id><published>2011-01-25T21:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:01:58.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start off by saying that I hold a whole new level of respect for cake decorators. My plan for Mattox's birthday party was to make my own cupcakes (with an idea in mind), my own cake pops, and my own food of course. Well after 2 attempts at cake balls, I broke down and ordered them already. I wanted them to resemble golf balls and mine looked more like... well, nasty schwetty balls. Plus they didn't even taste good. So onto the cupcakes. Matt's co-workers are loving me because I send my practice cupcakes at least once a week the past few weeks. I wish I had taken pictures of the "lil errors" because it has definitely been a work in progress. Icing/Frosting was a foreign language if it didn't come in a can. I had never heard of couplers or  nonpareils.  I started off with this and was determined to find the best recipe for what I needed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TT-ZSaXsbRI/AAAAAAAABGw/DunFwX1rFQ0/s1600/IMG_2650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566336206048619794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TT-ZSaXsbRI/AAAAAAAABGw/DunFwX1rFQ0/s400/IMG_2650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trial 1: Icing came out very runny/watery... so the 'grass' just ran together. I might as well have just used a knife to spread it on there. After 1/3 jar of green food coloring it still came out mint green - not grass green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trial 2: Tried different recipe. Forget the food coloring and just practice with making actual grass strands. Again, too runny and didn't like the taste of the icing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trial 3: Back to my original recipe minus the milk and vanilla. Used 1/2 jar of food coloring... AND... PERFECTION!!!! Ahhh! Success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the little things I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered brown wrappers, but I didn't want to waste them on my practice round, but here's the final product minus my white wrapper.  If the cupcakes in March don't turn out like these, at least I have proof that I reached my goal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TT-ZSmYa37I/AAAAAAAABG4/wZxyTxALktE/s1600/IMG_2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566336209272889266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TT-ZSmYa37I/AAAAAAAABG4/wZxyTxALktE/s400/IMG_2673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grass is not as easy as it looks.  Seriously.  A rose or a flower (like on a wedding cake) would absolutely blow my mind.  New found respect.   I know yall don't care about frosting, but it made my day today! &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/7096644104686984286-9014408267771065698?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/9014408267771065698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=9014408267771065698&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/9014408267771065698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/9014408267771065698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-success.html' title='Sweet Success'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TT-ZSaXsbRI/AAAAAAAABGw/DunFwX1rFQ0/s72-c/IMG_2650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5681186062421663374</id><published>2011-01-23T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:15:38.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaid ZhuZhu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a week! Whew. I am exhausted. I am so glad things are back to a normal routine and everyone is feeling better! We thought Mattox had RSV, but whatever it was is gone now. I celebrated turning 32 this week. Ugh. Could my week have gotten any worse? Oh, wait... a stranger told me "You look just like Miranda..." I was so excited because I was thinking about my sister-in-law, Miranda... then she said "you know, from Sex and the City Miranda." Yeah... hm. not so much. Really? Someone please tell me no. Really? Then I decided to start my diet and exercise routine back. Been off that wagon for almost 2 years now. So yeah, it can always get worse. Especially when Matt threw the Oreos in the garbage for me. Ugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, we have NO plans this week! I'm loving that. We plan to spend every minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing things like this:  Playing mermaids in the tub and with zhuzhu's til we drop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TTz8GMxZ3lI/AAAAAAAABGo/zom_J1Cj_1w/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565600422960946770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TTz8GMxZ3lI/AAAAAAAABGo/zom_J1Cj_1w/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5681186062421663374?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5681186062421663374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5681186062421663374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5681186062421663374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5681186062421663374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/01/mermaid-zhuzhu.html' title='Mermaid ZhuZhu'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TTz8GMxZ3lI/AAAAAAAABGo/zom_J1Cj_1w/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4826075717517475909</id><published>2011-01-11T10:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:11:01.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got one for you</title><content type='html'>We have had zero sleep for awhile because Mattox has cut 4 teeth in less than a week. So I'm already 'on edge'. My breaking point. whatever you want to call it. Going to vent here and 'keep it real' as my friend &lt;a href="http://erinhern.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; says. I began yesterday with a PLAN. Yeah. right. whoever has 2 kids under the age of 3 does NOT have a plan. Plans go out the window in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLANNED to have an organized day and do all the things we have been procrastinating. Well the weather called that off. So decided to spend the day inside cooking and practicing the cake pops for Mattox's party. Those didn't go as well as hoped...or planned. I may be looking into BUYING those instead. After being covered in chocolate, decided to give both kiddos a bath to get a head start on the night routine. Yay for me. I decided MC needed at least a 1 hour nap before ballet and church (day 1 of our revival). Woke both my kiddos up at 3:30 to leave. I had to get them dressed, pack for ballet, change of clothes for church, dinners for both, milk for Mattox, jackets, and diaper bag all in 30 minutes. I knew we wouldn't have time to come home again. So we're running late to ballet. We met Matt for dinner and by some miracle my kids actually behaved in a public restaurant! Yay for them! So we head to church. Matt has to leave early to go to work, and I wanted to leave early so I could get them in bed at a decent time. I really shouldn't let a rude person get the best of me. But boy did she put me in a bad mood. So Mattox falls asleep in the car = BIG MISTAKE! But there was no keeping him awake for a 15 minute drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually base my decision on who I put to sleep first on who is the sleepiest/fussiest. When am I going to learn to put MC down first...no matter what? So I'm nursing Mattox hoping he'll go right back to sleep. If I stop in this very moment, I would've become Grace in &lt;em&gt;Will and Grace &lt;/em&gt;when she squirts the art painting with her leaky water bra. Remember that one? So I'm in the middle of nursing him, when I hear shuffles coming down the hall. MC is screaming and crying coming down the hall with her pants--soaking wet pants--around her ankles. "I tee-teed in the floor! I tee-teed in the floor, Mommy!" Great. (Sidenote: this is her first accident in a long time). So I cut Mattox off and therefore he is WIDE awake now. So I put him down in the kitchen. MC had a major accident in the bathroom --couldn't really get mad at her because obviously she was trying to make it to the toilet. Just a few inches off. So I'm cleaning up the floor but I'm still falling out of my bra so I decide to sit on her step-stool next to the potty. Yeah...now my pants are soaking wet. Ooohh gross. As I'm taking my and MC's pants off, Mattox decided he wanted to join in the fun and he's crawling in the bathroom floor. Yeah...so he's soaking wet too. And the most disgusting of us all. So we're all 3 walking around naked and I'm trying to figure out what to do FIRST. Do I finish nursing him? Do I give them a bath? Do I give myself a bath seeing as I skipped mine today and they've already had one? Do I clean up the floor first? Not to mention that its 9:00 by this time. I left church at 7:30 so I could get them to bed at a good time to be prepared for today. So! They both get bath #2 for the day. I put MC to bed and then work on getting Mad Man to calm down again. He falls asleep around 10pm. I walk out of his room and hear MC STILL talking over the monitor. She eventually fell asleep around 11:00... yeah you read that right. So I flip my phone to FB as I'm getting myself ready for bed. Oh that's right, there was a football game on tonight. Watched about 2 seconds of it before I fell asleep. MC woke me up at 5 AM yelling that she needs to go potty. Why does she have to have my permission to go to the bathroom? Someone please explain that. So I stumble upstairs to literally watch her go. (I've quit helping her with her pants lately). I even bought walkie-talkies for Christmas so that I could grant her permission without having to go upstairs. Lazy? No...just sleep deprived. I explain to her for the 100th time that it is NOT time to get up (I usually have to wake her up at 8:00 on school days). So I listen to her play or talk til about 7 am...then she falls asleep...oh wait now I hear Mattox awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love it. and it was only Monday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4826075717517475909?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4826075717517475909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4826075717517475909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4826075717517475909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4826075717517475909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/01/got-one-for-you.html' title='Got one for you'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-9083370618892405985</id><published>2011-01-09T15:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:39:34.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Projects!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO excited about Mattox's first birthday and party! I chose a golf theme. Have to say that it is one of the easiest themes to come up with ideas. I wish I could take a picture of everything I've got and planned, but it will have to wait until the party so you can get the full effect. ha! I got this idea from &lt;a href="http://www.howdoesshe.com/"&gt;howdoesshe.com&lt;/a&gt;. And I must say it is so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSopy_XrmUI/AAAAAAAABGg/13aOW1QKqCs/s1600/wreath.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560302645923256642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSopy_XrmUI/AAAAAAAABGg/13aOW1QKqCs/s400/wreath.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first project that I'm working on: balloon wreath! Maybe yall have already seen these, but I hadn't. I loved her 'rainbow' wreath, but I decided to go with the party theme colors (then I realized its also my alma mater's colors - go Gators!). I was going to add yellow balloons, but then it became very John-Deere-ish or Green-Bay-Packerish.  Bear in mind, that I am NOT through with it!!!! The 'recipe' called for 144 balloons, and I ran out!!! I need way more than that. But this nasty weather will not allow me to make another trip to PartyCity for the right color balloons today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, you need a straw wreath (keep the plastic on to keep it from shedding). I'm glad I got the smaller wreath because it takes ALOT of balloons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoogdf91EI/AAAAAAAABGA/jIlop9nllF4/s1600/IMG_2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560301228081927234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoogdf91EI/AAAAAAAABGA/jIlop9nllF4/s400/IMG_2643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you get your 144+ balloons and greening pins (Hobby Lobby didn't know what those were so these are called Floral pins):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoogj5S3qI/AAAAAAAABGI/3IWmKC9du4A/s1600/IMG_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560301229798776482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoogj5S3qI/AAAAAAAABGI/3IWmKC9du4A/s400/IMG_2644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you start attaching! Put the pin around the balloon half way and start pushing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoohKSRdkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/2uXk7YAYgXU/s1600/IMG_2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560301240104089154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoohKSRdkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/2uXk7YAYgXU/s400/IMG_2645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoohWGh5_I/AAAAAAAABGY/lXxNlSpWWqM/s1600/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560301243276060658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSoohWGh5_I/AAAAAAAABGY/lXxNlSpWWqM/s400/IMG_2649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, I'm not through. But you get the idea. I'm actually adding a dark green balloon into it. and then putting a yellow flag in the middle with the number 1 on it. You'll see the finished product in my March pictures! ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now.  Who needs a green and white balloon wreath after March? I can add yellow if you're doing a John-Deere party! ;)  Maybe the Jets or the Eagles will go to the Superbowl and I can use it then too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-9083370618892405985?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/9083370618892405985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=9083370618892405985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/9083370618892405985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/9083370618892405985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-projects.html' title='Party Projects!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSopy_XrmUI/AAAAAAAABGg/13aOW1QKqCs/s72-c/wreath.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-1309879436555068143</id><published>2011-01-03T16:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:50:52.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to be married to a deacon! Matt had the privilege of being ordained last night, and we thank God for the opportunity to serve Him. Matt had been looking for a way to serve in the church (after I decided to volunteer in the preschool department) and God found a way! I know God has big plans for us this year and I am so excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSJRMXMoN1I/AAAAAAAABFw/E5HxqxuZ-5Q/s1600/IMG_2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558094162955876178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSJRMXMoN1I/AAAAAAAABFw/E5HxqxuZ-5Q/s400/IMG_2632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSJRMBpWvuI/AAAAAAAABFo/uqSrqaUJrJg/s1600/IMG_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558094157170786018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSJRMBpWvuI/AAAAAAAABFo/uqSrqaUJrJg/s400/IMG_2636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSJRMtUQY4I/AAAAAAAABF4/HSIa09SKCbk/s1600/IMG_2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558094168893449090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSJRMtUQY4I/AAAAAAAABF4/HSIa09SKCbk/s400/IMG_2634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congrats to these servants!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 has started out pretty good. Mattox got tooth #3 and is working VERY hard on #4&amp;amp;5. I also found him standing up in his crib for the first time this morning. Mom and Dad are here visiting for a few days so I get some help (and Dad always does things around the house for me! Thanks Dad!). And since I'm in birthday party planning mode, I decided on Mati Claire's 4th birthday party theme (with her input of course)!!! ..........................Drum roll........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ART PARTY! Mati Claire dearly loves to color and draw. She would rather do that than open her Christmas presents. Actually, she would rather color than do ANYTHING...even eat. And I figured that most parents (or at least me) do not like to let their children paint very often. So I'm going to let them finger paint, color, make crayons, draw, chalk, or do whatever their inner artist feels like. Easely Amused prefers children's parties to be ages 6&amp;amp;up, so I thought I could create my own easel here with some massive sized paper.  Wish me luck that my entire house is not covered in graffiti.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-1309879436555068143?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1309879436555068143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=1309879436555068143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1309879436555068143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1309879436555068143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-start.html' title='A Good Start'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TSJRMXMoN1I/AAAAAAAABFw/E5HxqxuZ-5Q/s72-c/IMG_2632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6022001513152390350</id><published>2010-12-29T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:34:04.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>So looking forward to spending New Years with friends.  this is usually the post where people reflect on the past year, listing all the things they did and things they will most likely do in the next... so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call this past year a tremendous transitional year! Mati Claire transitioned from 2 days a week Mother's Day Out to a 5-day week Preschool...at a different school. Had to make all new friends and teachers. Began ballet. She also transitioned from crib to 'big girl bed' and was potty trained the week of her birthday.  But the biggest transition was becoming a big sister.  She's really had a huge year.  No wonder she's grumpy most of the time. ;) I kid - gotta love the terrible 3's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed baby Mattox in March. It was a rough start, but we have survived. Things are really great as far as schedules and 'getting to know' him.  if that makes any sense.  He has transitioned from my serious-fussy baby into a little ham-cheeseball. He sleeps all night (yes 12 hours!)  and is slowly getting weaned.  Poor thing isn't enjoying that change.  I am accepting the fact that he is growing up - I have completely planned his first birthday party already.  I wish he could stay about 6 months old forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving from the nursing old mom back to my 'real self'.  I can't wait to get back in the gym (nursing and exercise doesn't work for me) and get back in my favorite jeans.  We didn't get to go anywhere this year - so we made several vacation plans next year!!!!!!!!!  I also went from thinking I could never love another child as much as the first, to absolutely proving myself wrong.  Went from thinking that I was completely happy with 1 child to thinking I want about a dozen now.  I also found a reignition of my faith.  This was huge for me this year.  Transitioned from a routine 'lets get this over with' church going Christian - to an 'on fire'- inspired - God fearing - and God loving Christian.  Just when I thought I didn't have time to do anything else except care for a newborn, God has made alot of changes in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's year hasn't really changed that much only if you can add more work to it.  If that was even possible...he found a way.  He works A. LOT.  But he is becoming a DEACON this weekend. I am so proud of him...(and who would have ever thunk it  ;) ???) He is the best person I have ever met and is truly my better half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Happy New Year to everyone! We have a fun-filled year planned already. But I can not start it until this house is cleaned up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6022001513152390350?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6022001513152390350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6022001513152390350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6022001513152390350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6022001513152390350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/12/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5751402865925348041</id><published>2010-12-27T14:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:34:13.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twu wuv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; this little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TRkCIeValGI/AAAAAAAABFg/1fJKyW9R0v8/s1600/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555473959943312482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TRkCIeValGI/AAAAAAAABFg/1fJKyW9R0v8/s400/IMG_2627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;wuv...twu wuv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an awesome Christmas! Won't bore you with all the details, but a good time was had by all! Luckily we left TN when we did or we would have been snowed in!&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/7096644104686984286-5751402865925348041?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5751402865925348041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5751402865925348041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5751402865925348041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5751402865925348041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/12/twu-wuv.html' title='Twu wuv'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TRkCIeValGI/AAAAAAAABFg/1fJKyW9R0v8/s72-c/IMG_2627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4813019601131388112</id><published>2010-12-18T20:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:37:57.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If the shoe fits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TQ1uNtLvcyI/AAAAAAAABFI/-NSfNyeFqqE/s1600/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552215097363886882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TQ1uNtLvcyI/AAAAAAAABFI/-NSfNyeFqqE/s400/grinch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MC wore her pj's to school to watch The Polar Express.  This is a picture I snagged from a friend on FB...i missed her Christmas party and visit with Santa.  &lt;sigh&gt;  :(  bah-humbug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TQ1uN5XmzKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Y1sT-7L_RRQ/s1600/eddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552215100634877090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TQ1uN5XmzKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Y1sT-7L_RRQ/s400/eddie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This put a smile on my face today.  My DVD player is not working at the moment, so I'm missing Clark W. Griswold.  Matt is the only person I've ever known that ACTUALLY has a cousin Eddie. Obviously, not like this one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope everyone has a VERY Merry Christmas! Won't be posting again before then.  Be safe, be healthy, be happy, and remember the real true reason for Christmas.  God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4813019601131388112?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4813019601131388112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4813019601131388112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4813019601131388112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4813019601131388112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-shoe-fits.html' title='If the shoe fits...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TQ1uNtLvcyI/AAAAAAAABFI/-NSfNyeFqqE/s72-c/grinch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8794501868895751803</id><published>2010-12-07T13:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:19:07.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a big prayer answered this past weekend. It's trivial, but it was a nuisance nonetheless. As a mom, you want your child to be absolutely perfect (and they are). We had taken Mattox to the eye doctor at 6 months to check on his tear duct. Well, I believe it has FINALLY opened on its own at 9 months!!!! He was going to have surgery at 1 year if it hadn't opened, and we were not looking forward to putting him through that. I haven't had to clean it out in 1 week! Like I said, most people would say 'oh whatever--that was no big deal', but it was such a pain to fight with him to keep it clean multiple times a day. In the big scheme of things, no, its not a big deal. But all the same, a prayer answered. It wasn't in my timing, but God's timing. He was teaching me a lesson on patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually has had a big week! He is 9 months old! He started crawling Friday, and then he can sit up on his own as of Sunday. Tear duct opened. Man, I don't know what to do with myself I'm so excited. I was also going to start cutting down the breastfeeding, since I have a freezer full of it. But Mattox is obsessed. I wasn't blessed with being able to push a baby out but boy can I feed one. I didn't think cutting one feeding out (and substituting a bottle with breastmilk) would be that big of a deal. Yeah, Mattox isn't crazy about that idea. He handles a sippie cup pretty good, so I'm hoping to skip over the bottle phase completely. I give him a few every now and then to get him used to the idea of milk coming from somewhere else. But I have to get through the holidays first, then start tapering off in January. Some of yall might think I'm crazy for going this long... to each his own. I never knew I would have a baby as dedicated to it as I am. Don't worry, I'm sawing the cord... just not cutting it yet. I'm having a hard time with this because when he quits, or I quit, that means he doesn't "need" me like that anymore. That means he's growing up - and nope! not my baby boy! He will never grow up and never date! He's going to be one of those creepy old men who still lives with his mom when he's 40. heehee ;) I kid. this mommy is having a hard time letting go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew this bib would come to mean so much. We got it when I was pregnant with MC in Hawaii in 2006. If he could talk, that's what he would say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TP6UrvJMbQI/AAAAAAAABEw/1SbkOYompOw/s1600/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548035270077345026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TP6UrvJMbQI/AAAAAAAABEw/1SbkOYompOw/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesnt' he remind you of Jim Carrey in Dumb&amp;amp;Dumber here? Something about the hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MC has had a great time hanging out with her friend, Miss Sarah lately! She went to her first Christmas parade and loved it! Then she got to see the Nutcracker! oh, this mommy was in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TP6UsCThXdI/AAAAAAAABE4/Ino23Sm2JRY/s1600/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548035275220934098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TP6UsCThXdI/AAAAAAAABE4/Ino23Sm2JRY/s400/IMG_2492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We opted out of the ballet float in the parade this year.  But Sarah is rockin' the Cindy LouWho hair!!! They were so cute! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TP6UsReKSjI/AAAAAAAABFA/bQ9JyxqiL7w/s1600/IMG_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548035279292090930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TP6UsReKSjI/AAAAAAAABFA/bQ9JyxqiL7w/s400/IMG_2502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh how i love these two. let me count the ways...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8794501868895751803?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8794501868895751803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8794501868895751803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8794501868895751803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8794501868895751803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-never-know.html' title='You Never Know'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TP6UrvJMbQI/AAAAAAAABEw/1SbkOYompOw/s72-c/IMG_2503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6610290194870619843</id><published>2010-12-04T00:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:40:13.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Tomlin</title><content type='html'>Love him! If you ever get the chance to see him in person - do it! I cried through most of it... very awesome night! I'll keep this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPnhg9BnQ9I/AAAAAAAABEo/ao9d0FL7BE4/s1600/ChrisTomlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712372336870354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPnhg9BnQ9I/AAAAAAAABEo/ao9d0FL7BE4/s400/ChrisTomlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And if our God is for us, then who could ever stop us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if our God is with us, then what could stand against?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6610290194870619843?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6610290194870619843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6610290194870619843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6610290194870619843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6610290194870619843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/12/chris-tomlin.html' title='Chris Tomlin'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPnhg9BnQ9I/AAAAAAAABEo/ao9d0FL7BE4/s72-c/ChrisTomlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8201626247543195788</id><published>2010-12-01T16:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:55:51.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas spirit! I know everyone says this, but I luuuuuuvvvvv Christmastime! I love the music, the lights, the excitement, decorating, buying gifts, giving gifts, and watching Christmas movies! (Don't care for the traffic or the crazy people but everything else makes it ok --heehee). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be out of town a good bit of December, so I'm reigning myself back in when it comes to decorating the house. There is so much stuff in the attic that I am not even getting out because its that much more stuff to put away later! Terrible, I know. But I got out the basics. I've already posted a pic of our new tree... this one will NOT fall over in the middle of the night. I collect Lenox ornaments and I finally got brave enough to put them on the tree. Out of Mattox's reach of course. He has become a force to be reckoned with now that he's in the walker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got the Elf on the shelf!!! I figured December 1st was a good day to start it since we start the advent calendar too. MC was SOOO excited over the advent calendar (each day filled with a Hershey kiss or piece of chocolate of some kind)... she couldn't get past the chocolate to really get excited about the Elf. So I spent HHOOUURRSS trying to read the book to her, and explain how it works. She didn't really care. Figures. Finally, I told her that Santa would not come see her if she did not name the elf. Her first choices: God, Jesus, Santa, and Elf. As creative as she is, I was a little shocked. Really? I told her there was only one God, one Jesus, and one Santa. and so she came up with Chocolate (remember she just ate some I let her try hot chocolate yesterday)... ok, that didn't work for me either. So I said "Coco"?? and she died out laughing. She thinks Coco is the funniest name in the world. So lets welcome Coco to the family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mantle is nothing to write home about this year, but here's a picture of my favorite things! First, the stockings. My grandmother made them. You can see mine is the longest because it has stretched out over the years. A few years ago, when my sister and I were pregnant, we asked her to make more for our kids. Matt didn't really have a stocking (that I know of) so I got her to make him one too! (Its a secret but I have 1 extra for later). I love these stockings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcWvWJfY4I/AAAAAAAABEI/aAY7YV1_6-U/s1600/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926468785103746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcWvWJfY4I/AAAAAAAABEI/aAY7YV1_6-U/s400/IMG_2457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my other favorite thing: the Christmas book. My mom gave me this a few years ago when I was pregnant with MC. Its wonderful. It has a story every couple of pages about how Christmas traditions came to be (like how/why we got Christmas trees, but the entire purpose is to fill the pre-form pages with your descriptions of Christmas dinner, Christmas Eve, Christmas morning, etc for that year. There is a space for that year's card and family picture. Love this. I already look back to the first year and read about what special presents we gave and how we celebrated at church. Again, can't wait for 20 years from now to look back at every year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcWyTcXheI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7o7bUOHUKl8/s1600/IMG_2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926519598581218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcWyTcXheI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7o7bUOHUKl8/s400/IMG_2458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcWzZG8xvI/AAAAAAAABEY/yBeMMCEIAmk/s1600/IMG_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926538299229938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcWzZG8xvI/AAAAAAAABEY/yBeMMCEIAmk/s400/IMG_2459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know I keep posting pics of the kiddos, but who could resist this?? They can put you in the spirit everytime I look at them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcXh9PQwiI/AAAAAAAABEg/Fvd3ZNos46w/s1600/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545927338271752738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcXh9PQwiI/AAAAAAAABEg/Fvd3ZNos46w/s400/IMG_2470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8201626247543195788?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8201626247543195788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8201626247543195788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8201626247543195788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8201626247543195788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/12/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TPcWvWJfY4I/AAAAAAAABEI/aAY7YV1_6-U/s72-c/IMG_2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6255155432957155077</id><published>2010-11-25T21:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:33:09.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Indian Pow-Wow at school:&lt;br /&gt;Next year I will be better prepared...I didn't realize it was such a production! They were ADORABLE! My little indian, Princess Sunflower, did pretty good for her first program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8oPfHhRuI/AAAAAAAABEA/YlCoIMxScKA/s1600/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543693912832558818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8oPfHhRuI/AAAAAAAABEA/YlCoIMxScKA/s400/IMG_2441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8m4mPBFHI/AAAAAAAABDw/saWJBH-Nl3g/s1600/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543692420094432370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8m4mPBFHI/AAAAAAAABDw/saWJBH-Nl3g/s400/IMG_2439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I thankful for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jesus Christ and His awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A healthy family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. After Bible study the other day, I realized just how lucky I am. So I am thankful for the many blessings that don't make themselves known outright: I really haven't lost any loved ones, I've never suffered a miscarriage, generally speaking we don't have any financial troubles, we have a roof over our head, food on the table, yeah...call me spoiled like that. But I don't take any of it for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A great marriage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. These 2 precious babies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8m4jWWn8I/AAAAAAAABDo/pU0U1qH69Eg/s1600/IMG_2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543692419319898050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8m4jWWn8I/AAAAAAAABDo/pU0U1qH69Eg/s400/IMG_2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more superficial level, I am thankful for online shopping, bikini waxes, 2 babies that sleep all night, aaaannnnndddd especially Thanksgiving dressing!!! Yum! I am also thankful to be a gym member come January! Until then, we are busy decorating and getting ready for Christmas!!!!! I can't believe its here already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8m8rxaKQI/AAAAAAAABD4/h8ZzUCZRa90/s1600/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543692490300336386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8m8rxaKQI/AAAAAAAABD4/h8ZzUCZRa90/s400/IMG_2453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Matt had to work, so I was a little bitter this morning when he came home 3 hours late... nothing that sweet potatoes can't fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6255155432957155077?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6255155432957155077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6255155432957155077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6255155432957155077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6255155432957155077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TO8oPfHhRuI/AAAAAAAABEA/YlCoIMxScKA/s72-c/IMG_2441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3921777439395798481</id><published>2010-11-14T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:19:17.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Notes</title><content type='html'>Who remembers this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TOCg7eltemI/AAAAAAAABDg/Qdb3DaNMS4s/s1600/Bad%2BHair%2BDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604485349669474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TOCg7eltemI/AAAAAAAABDg/Qdb3DaNMS4s/s400/Bad%2BHair%2BDay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;redeem &lt;/strong&gt;\ri-dem\ 1. to change for the better 2. to remove what distresses 3. to extricate from or to help overcome something detrimental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, redemption is nice.  Don't get me wrong, Mattox has his bad hair days too....but SO FAR its not near as bad.  I still have to wet it down and absolutely not touch it until it completely dries, but still way better.  Of course, it may "turn" on me in the future according to the in-laws.  But my mind went straight to this picture earlier today when I caught MC brushing Mattox's hair.  She's already pretending he's her doll... at least he had on camo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mattox's eating habits are WAY better.  And I've come to realize that I wouldn't have appreciated the simple things in life like that (i.e. a good eater) until you don't have one! I have to tell MC to eat every bite she has ever eaten in her life.  I find that strange.  You would think a person would WANT to eat... nope, not her.  But now Mattox will eat everything in sight.... in seconds!  Redemption again.  Now someone might think I'm trash talking MC - on the contrary.  They can't all be good sleepers like MC.  I've come to appreciate her sleeping habits even more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a few mental notes I've been making the last few days for my Christmas list:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight Eclipse DVD.  It should be coming out any day now.  Feel free to laugh it up... you know you like it too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LV purse.  Hey. A girl can dream right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patience.  Can anyone transfer that and sleep over to me? Still dreaming I guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New ta-ta's.  Well, after breastfeeding 2 babies mine are just aged and like old tires: worn the slap out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gray Ugg boots.  any style will do. Size 9 to be specific.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New perfume.  not picky.  ask matt what he would like to smell. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New earphones for my iPod.  They have cute ones at Walmart for cheap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drying rack.  I find myself draping clothes over odd things around the house to dry.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steamer.  for clothes and such.  I am still borrowing one from a friend and I love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gift cards for a new computer. BestBuy I guess.  We need a new one bad! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New tennis shoes.  Probably New Balance.  Again Size 9.  Bought a pair of Nike's and I have had knee problems ever since.  I wear my old worn out NB's and I feel fine! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This list is pretty insane.  I won't get any of it, but I'm dreaming aloud.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What's on your Christmas list???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3921777439395798481?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3921777439395798481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3921777439395798481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3921777439395798481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3921777439395798481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/11/mental-notes.html' title='Mental Notes'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TOCg7eltemI/AAAAAAAABDg/Qdb3DaNMS4s/s72-c/Bad%2BHair%2BDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5243582791262246803</id><published>2010-11-10T13:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:24:23.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mold me like Play-Dough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love how every day is new around here. Mattox turned 8 months old yesterday, and he learned to WAVE! Oh I love it. With him, I always see the wheels turning. He's always thinking...always learning... looks like me -- but I think he got more of his Daddy than what meets the eye. He scoots and rolls all over the living room now. I couldn't find him yesterday, then I finally saw a head sticking out from under the chair. He eats his food in the highchair too. He is such a sweetheart...my 20 pound bag of sugar! but still loves to be held. Thats hard when you chase a 3 year old, cook, clean, or whatever. So I let him fuss alot. He also likes to dance! and above all he dearly loves Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. If I wasn't already planning a golf birthday party, it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would be a Mickey Day-Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsK8tJkBdI/AAAAAAAABDI/JCOC910VzSc/s1600/IMG_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032204810290642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsK8tJkBdI/AAAAAAAABDI/JCOC910VzSc/s400/IMG_2416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsLiF3QqDI/AAAAAAAABDY/zuMsdDbypkQ/s1600/IMG_2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032847099570226" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsLiF3QqDI/AAAAAAAABDY/zuMsdDbypkQ/s400/IMG_2418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsJsCF7MQI/AAAAAAAABCw/TAWelfmYg9s/s1600/IMG_2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538030818862772482" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsJsCF7MQI/AAAAAAAABCw/TAWelfmYg9s/s400/IMG_2404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsK85DhgzI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ZVsH3QQMJLQ/s1600/IMG_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032208006185778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsK85DhgzI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ZVsH3QQMJLQ/s400/IMG_2423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC also has been coming home with a few firsts. First time to get hit by a 'friend' on the playground, first time to make play-dough, and first time to have to share her toys with her little bother oops i mean brother. Now that he's mobile, the toys are up for grab!!! lol I feel like I am always having these 'grown-up' talks with her lately. Where did my little girl go? She missed the western day at school, so I let her wear the outfit to Miss Sarah's birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsJsWPRfWI/AAAAAAAABC4/6Q6lX93w7wE/s1600/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538030824270691682" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsJsWPRfWI/AAAAAAAABC4/6Q6lX93w7wE/s400/IMG_2415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsJtA9DSVI/AAAAAAAABDA/tVIaM_2UvgQ/s1600/IMG_2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538030835736987986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsJtA9DSVI/AAAAAAAABDA/tVIaM_2UvgQ/s400/IMG_2422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making play-dough for the first time was an adventure! Can we say MESSSS-YYYY?? I let MC pick the colors.  We experimented with 3 different recipes - if anyone needs one, just ask me! My biggest fear is that I am not a good enough mother.  I'm afraid that I'll reach a point and say "I wish I had done more of this  - or I wish I had done this better..."  I pray that God molds me like play-dough into the best mother I can be and that He gives me strength to deal with all the trials of being a mom.  Mom, I can't think of anything you could have done better! or Dad for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5243582791262246803?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5243582791262246803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5243582791262246803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5243582791262246803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5243582791262246803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/11/mold-me-like-play-dough.html' title='Mold me like Play-Dough!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNsK8tJkBdI/AAAAAAAABDI/JCOC910VzSc/s72-c/IMG_2416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8509482140864540179</id><published>2010-11-05T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:35:48.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNS-dYnBItI/AAAAAAAABCo/DeK45cut8Qg/s1600/revelation_lg_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536259253976769234" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNS-dYnBItI/AAAAAAAABCo/DeK45cut8Qg/s400/revelation_lg_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to talk about something that I don't do enough of...my Bible study class! It. Is. Awesome. My church, &lt;a href="http://www.morrisonheights.org/"&gt;MHBC&lt;/a&gt;, was offering a Bible study a few weeks ago and I was VERY hesitant to add my name to the list seeing as I consider myself a newbie to this church and I don't really know anyone outside of my Sunday School class. Matt grew up with everyone there so he knows alot of people, but I don't. So its hard for me to step into a new class (no offense, but especially when everyone in that class is much older than me). I was so glad to know that my friend Carly would be in there too, and I have made some wonderful new friends since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we are studying the book of Revelation. That book has always intrigued me...and scared me. I remember reading it when I was younger when the preacher bored me. It was that exciting. Of course, I didn't understand what I was reading - I just knew it talked about dragons and angels and crazy creatures. That would keep anyone awake for a 1 hr sermon. ;) I had already done 2 Beth Moore studies, and when this one came up, I HAD to do it. Here are 2 links FYI that are good.  The pic above is the study guide book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lproof.org/"&gt;Living Proof Ministries Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.lproof.org/"&gt;Living Proof Ministries Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of yall may already know about all this, but its just been so amazing that I have to share. This study is unlike her others: there's hardly any homework! Some though. And I have learned SO much that it would take me days to talk about it. So if you get the chance, please do it! It really shows you just how big our God is. I'm not even through with it yet, but it has explained pretty much the entire Bible (in a way). I get chills every Wednesday morning when I learn something new about how much God loves us. I am just on fire, and want to spend every minute reading something new now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, I have like 3 Bibles....but I always end up stealing Matt's. I like his. So my sweet hubby went today and bought one JUST like his today and................wait.................its PINK!! Oh I'm so excited!!!! He's the best! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/7096644104686984286-8509482140864540179?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8509482140864540179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8509482140864540179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8509482140864540179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8509482140864540179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/11/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TNS-dYnBItI/AAAAAAAABCo/DeK45cut8Qg/s72-c/revelation_lg_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2266299205498382130</id><published>2010-10-27T13:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:47:24.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It aint over til its over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. who stole my child and where is she? seriously. mati claire has been a NIGHTMARE the last 2 weeks. lately, she has been a textbook case of children i only read about. i'm talking, throwing tantrums - while hitting the walls - flailing her arms and legs - screaming like an out of control psycho - backtalking - you name it. i mean really, where did my sweet little miss priss go? matt and i feel like all we have done is either spank her or put her in the corner. today, i withdrew all tv and sweets (not that she ate that much sweet stuff anyway) until she straightens up and acts right. we are at our wits end. we think it could be any number of things: 1) obviously her age --anyone out there with a 2 year old beware that the 3's are worse! 2) her antibiotic -- as a pharmacist, i know that antibiotics can cause behavioral changes in children. 3) her Gigi left and she is lashing out. geez, mom, get back here asap! or maybe its a combination of all 3. who knows. i just know she is acting like a crazy person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly believe God only gives you what you can handle...because on the flip side, Mattox got not one, but TWO teeth!!!!! Oh they are so cute (now that they're in). Its not so cute when they're actually coming in. But he has been darn near angelic the last few days. agh! i love it. he's only fussy when he's tired or hungry. and did i mention he can sit up too? he can't get there on his own, but you can leave him in that position and he can hold it for awhile. he's even started scooting backwards. i'm actually looking forward to him getting all of mc's toys. she needs a little lesson in sharing and not being the only child in the universe. yes, i'm showing a little favortism today. bad mother right? oh who am i kidding, they are both my favorite people in this world after matt. i am just exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite mc's UTI and fever since wednesday, we enjoyed saturday morning at the pumpkin patch in brandon. then headed over to a birthday party. then i held a baby shower for our friend Tiffany this past Sunday. i just love baby showers. i love babies too, when they aren't punching my walls. then our first day back at school was the 50th day of school, so they celebrated by having a sock hop! mc was feeling a little better by then so you can see the smile returning to the pictures. needless to say, we had a busy weekend and i'm looking forward to doing absolutely NOTHING this week!  So while my war wages on with a 3 year old...i am reminded of Rocky's quote: 'it ain't over til its over!'  This too shall pass i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pics from Pumpkin Patch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMhyXAg5xvI/AAAAAAAABBg/mJNnU0Pj5S4/s1600/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532797881825216242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMhyXAg5xvI/AAAAAAAABBg/mJNnU0Pj5S4/s400/IMG_2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMhyXX360eI/AAAAAAAABBo/S3beWVZIrw8/s1600/IMG_2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532797888095769058" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMhyXX360eI/AAAAAAAABBo/S3beWVZIrw8/s400/IMG_2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pics from Kaytlin's Carnival/Fall Festival themed birthday party:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh0pLeMQXI/AAAAAAAABB4/KAvnB5Buom8/s1600/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532800393027535218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh0pLeMQXI/AAAAAAAABB4/KAvnB5Buom8/s400/IMG_2387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMhyXq7mFCI/AAAAAAAABBw/wRAVQE6A1wM/s1600/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532797893211460642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMhyXq7mFCI/AAAAAAAABBw/wRAVQE6A1wM/s400/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pics from Tiffany's baby shower (Kaytlin's mommy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh0pvwv5XI/AAAAAAAABCI/P76fzuixIKc/s1600/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532800402769044850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh0pvwv5XI/AAAAAAAABCI/P76fzuixIKc/s400/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh0pS_dBeI/AAAAAAAABCA/8OJHSV6qHmo/s1600/IMG_2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532800395046094306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh0pS_dBeI/AAAAAAAABCA/8OJHSV6qHmo/s400/IMG_2391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pics from 50's Day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh_RKwDXBI/AAAAAAAABCg/HLzFneVA5_k/s1600/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532812075145059346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh_RKwDXBI/AAAAAAAABCg/HLzFneVA5_k/s400/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh-fu-g0tI/AAAAAAAABCQ/gQncY5zHEf4/s1600/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532811225875927762" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh-fu-g0tI/AAAAAAAABCQ/gQncY5zHEf4/s400/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mattox sitting up watching Mickey Mouse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh-f3geh7I/AAAAAAAABCY/pheX1YM_ssA/s1600/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532811228165867442" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMh-f3geh7I/AAAAAAAABCY/pheX1YM_ssA/s400/IMG_2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2266299205498382130?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2266299205498382130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2266299205498382130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2266299205498382130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2266299205498382130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-aint-over-til-its-over.html' title='It aint over til its over!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TMhyXAg5xvI/AAAAAAAABBg/mJNnU0Pj5S4/s72-c/IMG_2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3519666287427718790</id><published>2010-10-17T21:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:18:39.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest</title><content type='html'>October may be the busiest month of the year.  I managed to squeeze in a few work days (which is done now until next flu season), then the rest of the time has been spent with field trips, birthday parties, halloween hoopla, doctors appointments, canton flea market, church, bible studies, and a baby shower! Bring on the holidays! Whew! But oh so much fun...and making wonderful memories with great friends and family.  Here's a few of the latest pics (I know mom will want to see some of these) so sorry to keep posting pics of the same kiddos over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Payton's 4th Birthday Party at Pump-It-Up :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLuyqie7l7I/AAAAAAAABA4/Gd7MRl5Tr54/s1600/IMG_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529209411408205746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLuyqie7l7I/AAAAAAAABA4/Gd7MRl5Tr54/s400/IMG_2301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC rockin' her party gear!  Sitting with her sweet cousin Kendall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLuyqAOpRaI/AAAAAAAABAo/pTbNV-lDL7A/s1600/IMG_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529209402213090722" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLuyqAOpRaI/AAAAAAAABAo/pTbNV-lDL7A/s400/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She doesn't understand that most of the fun happens INSIDE the jumps, not just at the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLuyqZOzwsI/AAAAAAAABAw/ame7IEekgkQ/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529209408924664514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLuyqZOzwsI/AAAAAAAABAw/ame7IEekgkQ/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my goodness! Mattox and one of his first "girlfriends", Miss Hadley! They are about a month apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Winborne's Annual Halloween Party :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu0-YFaTCI/AAAAAAAABBI/Q40oYfSJJt0/s1600/IMG_2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211951237450786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu0-YFaTCI/AAAAAAAABBI/Q40oYfSJJt0/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are so many kids, I can't even begin to name them and some probably aren't even in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some reason, MC has a total meltdown during this part of the party every year.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu0-GWLhfI/AAAAAAAABBA/DdgSF1-XNIE/s1600/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211946475947506" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu0-GWLhfI/AAAAAAAABBA/DdgSF1-XNIE/s400/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Princess Belle (mom made the dress! Thank you, Mom!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu2MV0JYSI/AAAAAAAABBY/sCSA7g9cCvc/s1600/IMG_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529213290657964322" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu2MV0JYSI/AAAAAAAABBY/sCSA7g9cCvc/s400/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a sweetie.  He behaved SO well! guess he had to pick up the slack where sister was failing at good behavior.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu0-kAJJAI/AAAAAAAABBQ/M5QZWHPQ3jg/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211954436580354" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLu0-kAJJAI/AAAAAAAABBQ/M5QZWHPQ3jg/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My little golfer.  I'm so glad Matt got to join us before headed to work.  Mom made Mattox's knickers.  thanks again! I've got about a thousand more pics...but you get the idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope everyone has another great and wonderful and busy week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/7096644104686984286-3519666287427718790?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3519666287427718790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3519666287427718790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3519666287427718790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3519666287427718790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/10/oktoberfest.html' title='Oktoberfest'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLuyqie7l7I/AAAAAAAABA4/Gd7MRl5Tr54/s72-c/IMG_2301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8945874650121962001</id><published>2010-10-15T20:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:41:11.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learned</title><content type='html'>The past 2 weeks have been trying. I am exhausted. Isn't it always that way though?&lt;br /&gt;Its been busy with as many field trips packed in as we can and as many trips as I can make to Hobby Lobby in a month! Really. I'm tired. However, I've learned alot of new things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never - EVER - give Mattox sweet potatoes. Ever again. He will be awake all night long with a tummy ache. 3 times you're out. never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never give your credit card to your mother...she will lose it and force you to cancel the card. ha! love you mom. no worries...its all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never stand too close to a goat that you're feeding. He will try to eat the food AND you. Don't worry, MC is a little traumatized by goats now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLkNVIKmoyI/AAAAAAAABAg/loyn6OtoJ4E/s1600/IMG_0438[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528464674194367266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLkNVIKmoyI/AAAAAAAABAg/loyn6OtoJ4E/s400/IMG_0438%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How to make a diaper stack cake thingy. See pic. Its still a work in progress, but I think its a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLkMUpp_nJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/X40Ex14DlGU/s1600/IMG_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528463566492900498" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLkMUpp_nJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/X40Ex14DlGU/s400/IMG_0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pistols are wonderful. Cajun pistols at the Canton Flea Market: shrimp, crab, and crawfish drowned in a cajun cheese sauce stuffed into a bread pistolette and then FRIED. To die for. Everyone should try one before they die. Or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've learned to have patience. Mattox had his eye appointment this past Wednesday for his blocked tear ducts. Matt and I have decided to wait it out until he turns 1. Long story short, we don't want to put him through surgery over an elective problem. His vision is great however. Dr. McVey has inspired me to take MC in for her first eye checkup too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Never use Pyrex cookware ever again. I have had 2 casserole dishes break either in my oven or on my stove after taking them out of the oven. guess i'm just a terrible cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLkMxVMdC4I/AAAAAAAABAY/LnmbvtoBF1g/s1600/IMG_0447[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528464059216497538" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLkMxVMdC4I/AAAAAAAABAY/LnmbvtoBF1g/s400/IMG_0447%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Never ever wash a diaper in the washing machine. It makes for an awful mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I RE-learned why I quit my job at a pharmacy. I can't learn to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaand #10. Top thing that I've learned in the last 2 weeks: GPS systems don't work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8945874650121962001?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8945874650121962001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8945874650121962001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8945874650121962001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8945874650121962001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-ive-learned.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TLkNVIKmoyI/AAAAAAAABAg/loyn6OtoJ4E/s72-c/IMG_0438%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6979913039531913239</id><published>2010-10-02T19:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:27:35.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been working on MC's 'smile' for the camera which has improved over the last few days. Then we have a new little ham in Mattox. He worships the ground MC walks on, and she barely gives him the time of day. Figures...isn't that just like an older sibling?? ha ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know yall are tired of seeing these peeps, but I have to say I never get tired of looking at 'em! (except at 5:00 everyday). We are getting over a virus or flu-like symptoms this week. I was still running fever this morning...I haven't felt that bad in years! I hate it because we are missing all the beautiful weather! Matt has been an enormous help! He takes MC to school every morning, grocery shops, and even cleaned the kitchen! All so I could sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would love to tell you all the crazy things MC has been saying lately, but that would take too much time. Let me just say that kids say the darndest things. She amazes me everyday with her innocent/honest/sarcastic/practical answers. I just have to laugh when she answers me correctly (but not quite the answer I was looking for). She has learned her ABC's finally! But she loves to repeat them over and over - seriously, all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfZU6ILbUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SIuYAle6GSY/s1600/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523622421217373506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfZU6ILbUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SIuYAle6GSY/s400/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfZU0QcG1I/AAAAAAAAA_4/GsOByULYaR4/s1600/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523622419641408338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfZU0QcG1I/AAAAAAAAA_4/GsOByULYaR4/s400/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It actually looks a bit frightening on camera...but its really hilarious in person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfZVNn6mGI/AAAAAAAABAA/2zm8s-the_A/s1600/IMG_2284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523622426450761826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfZVNn6mGI/AAAAAAAABAA/2zm8s-the_A/s400/IMG_2284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am busy already planning his 1st birthday party!!!!!! oh I am so excited! It's PAR-TEE time! Yes, you heard it: GOLF theme! This will be an incredible party and I can't wait! See he's already into it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfbmFCbqsI/AAAAAAAABAI/EgjVGefa2rg/s1600/IMG_2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523624915227093698" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfbmFCbqsI/AAAAAAAABAI/EgjVGefa2rg/s400/IMG_2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching golf on TV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6979913039531913239?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6979913039531913239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6979913039531913239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6979913039531913239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6979913039531913239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-cheese.html' title='New Cheese'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TKfZU6ILbUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SIuYAle6GSY/s72-c/IMG_2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4789270933063385102</id><published>2010-09-22T14:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:14:49.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Whistle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preschool has been learning about 'Community Helpers' this week. They have had a baker, pastor, vet, coach, and doctor come and talk to them. They have had/or will take field trips to the fire station, police station, and library. On the way to school this morning, I was trying to explain to Mati Claire what daddy does at work. No, not the first time we've had this conversation...but she still doesn't understand. For all I know, she thinks her daddy just dressed up like a doctor today...the only doctor she knows is Dr. Russell "Dr. Whistle". It was alot of fun. They made doctor bags/kits and got to use all of Matt's 'supplies.' Here are some pics from today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpbXpZuIfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/QmffzDw5a0o/s1600/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519824755104817650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpbXpZuIfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/QmffzDw5a0o/s400/IMG_2241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the entire preschool...i was sitting too close to get them all in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC is 2nd from left with the orange bow in her hair.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpiCcdLG_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/XsJhj4sENqw/s1600/IMG_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519832087433780210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpiCcdLG_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/XsJhj4sENqw/s400/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt and MC's teacher, Mrs. Courtney.  Mrs. Courtney doesn't know it, but she goes EVERYWHERE with us. "Mrs. Courtney come too?"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpbX3o2uzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/-r2TkQfTmi8/s1600/IMG_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519824758926392114" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpbX3o2uzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/-r2TkQfTmi8/s400/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our neighbor Jack was the first volunteer! Matt took his blood pressure! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpe9RhsXLI/AAAAAAAAA_I/m5bshkrStpc/s1600/IMG_2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519828700065717426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpe9RhsXLI/AAAAAAAAA_I/m5bshkrStpc/s400/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was told the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miscellaneous Pics! These were too cute to pass up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpiBwHJZJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ODHe1HJvzYU/s1600/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519832075530232978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpiBwHJZJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ODHe1HJvzYU/s400/IMG_2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My funny man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpgdoWorrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Ok4aLxMX3e0/s1600/IMG_2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519830355460796082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpgdoWorrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Ok4aLxMX3e0/s400/IMG_2232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His cousin Kendall came over to play!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpgdVzvlvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/4vxrJBfpvIw/s1600/IMG_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519830350482609906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpgdVzvlvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/4vxrJBfpvIw/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4789270933063385102?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4789270933063385102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4789270933063385102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4789270933063385102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4789270933063385102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/09/dr-whistle.html' title='Dr. Whistle'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJpbXpZuIfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/QmffzDw5a0o/s72-c/IMG_2241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4505634999338464608</id><published>2010-09-18T14:05:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:30:54.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJV0OyyhXRI/AAAAAAAAA-o/RdnE1ocyelQ/s1600/IMG_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518444715913075986" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJV0OyyhXRI/AAAAAAAAA-o/RdnE1ocyelQ/s400/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mattox had his 6 month checkup last week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He weighs 19 pounds (75%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is 27.5" long (75%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screamed like a little girl when he got his shots this time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has an eye doctor appt soon about possibly opening blocked tear ducts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was upgraded to a new car seat since mommy isn't a body builder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a kickin new car seat cover thanks to Pamela! (see pic below)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has learned to give mommy and daddy kisses -- be still my heart...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to jump. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves food. period. he will soon be eating ribs and chicken any day now. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to watch sports. In his mind he's 6 feet tall and bulletproof.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um, did I mention he weighs 19 pounds? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJV0PaELWQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8hBIIUjL29E/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518444726456113410" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJV0PaELWQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8hBIIUjL29E/s400/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Pamela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJUPdn2sTTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/79BceUrtoGI/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518333920001412402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJUPdn2sTTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/79BceUrtoGI/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his new toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJUPc3QV2MI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HqC2Kb11GaQ/s1600/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518333906955655362" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJUPc3QV2MI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HqC2Kb11GaQ/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go? He's driving a car and going to Lowe's. now that's all boy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would feel bad if I didn't mention MC here. She loves preschool! She's not so crazy about waking up in the mornings. It exhausts me to even look at her school calendar. Oh, I signed Matt up to speak to the entire preschool as a 'community helper.' hahahahahahahahaha! he's loving me right now. pics are coming i assure you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4505634999338464608?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4505634999338464608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4505634999338464608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4505634999338464608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4505634999338464608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/09/6-months.html' title='6 months!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TJV0OyyhXRI/AAAAAAAAA-o/RdnE1ocyelQ/s72-c/IMG_2228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6910644932305303786</id><published>2010-09-08T21:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:03:57.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhLben_ZBI/AAAAAAAAA9w/H0Weq8gHUJU/s1600/laborday201002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514740679164519442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhLben_ZBI/AAAAAAAAA9w/H0Weq8gHUJU/s400/laborday201002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rare family pic (thanks to Nell)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been so busy that I haven't had time to blog! I got to catch up with some friends last week that I haven't seen in 6 years! My friend, Sara, lives in Istanbul, Turkey now and she was home for 2 weeks. She and Joy met us at the lake for a great weekend! Joy brought her 3 little girls and it was so much fun! I attempted to ski for the first time in 10 years. Maybe I should just stick with tubing. Mati Claire went tubing for the first time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhNLvwT_fI/AAAAAAAAA-A/3ERd5gBjqmg/s1600/laborday201004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514742607908175346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhNLvwT_fI/AAAAAAAAA-A/3ERd5gBjqmg/s400/laborday201004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy, Sara, and me at the lake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhNLHUZGmI/AAAAAAAAA94/eDYu5bsSVC8/s1600/laborday201005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514742597053651554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhNLHUZGmI/AAAAAAAAA94/eDYu5bsSVC8/s400/laborday201005.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and MC tubing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhNM05HO_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/8EC_8c1FB0M/s1600/laborday201006.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514742626467134450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhNM05HO_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/8EC_8c1FB0M/s400/laborday201006.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fantastic Labor Day weekend! Our friends, the Hennon's from St. Louis, came to stay with us! Their twins are just a few weeks older than Mati Claire and we only get to see them once a year. We ventured over to Gattitown for the first time...interesting indeed. Fun though! After one last hoorah, we decided to close up the pool (as marking the end of summer) - I thought it was a bit cold considering how its been the whole summer. Oh but I saw leaves falling today, and I am SO excited about fall weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhLZLGV1sI/AAAAAAAAA9g/FtRJCUcRbe4/s1600/laborday201001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514740639563372226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhLZLGV1sI/AAAAAAAAA9g/FtRJCUcRbe4/s400/laborday201001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colin, MC, and Jocelyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhLaeCdBGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BvqkXrhcIj4/s1600/laborday201003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514740661827208290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhLaeCdBGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BvqkXrhcIj4/s400/laborday201003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colin, Mattox, and Jocelyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC has been a complete nightmare the last 2 weeks. She cries ALL the time! She cries when she wakes up, cries when she has to do anything (i.e. putting her shoes on, brushing her teeth, going potty, getting dressed or undressed, etc), cries when she has to take a nap, cries when she wakes up from the nap, definitely cries over any meal or food, and cries over getting in the car for crying out loud!!! When I say cry, it could mean any combination of fussiness, boohooing, whining, actual tears flowing, or just pouting. But I am SICK of it!!! Someone please tell me what is wrong with her!!! I've tried nicely to discuss the issues with her, I've tried "beating" it out of her (spankings), I've tried yelling, I've tried ignoring...what else am I to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little boy will be 6 months old tomorrow!!! My how time flies. Mattox went a week without sleeping last week, but thank goodness he is back on track! Amen! He sleeps 12 hours at night. Hallelujah! Can I get another AMEN??? He weighs close to 19 pounds now, and I can't carry him in the carrier anymore. He is a sweetheart - and total goof ball. Under all the serious exterior - is a funny little boy. Hmmm...reminds me of another Miley. He likes to eat every 2.5-3 hours during the day, but I'm not complaining if he's going to sleep all night! We have successfully tried all the veggie baby foods! He likes them all now! Squash is his favorite after cereal of course. He can inhale a huge bowl of cereal or oatmeal in about 1 minute. Ahh, redemption. Its sweet. I am still struggling with Mati Claire over food. She would live off milk if she could. But Mattox on the other hand LOVES food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to another weekend that my hubby is off work and get to spend with more friends! Happy Birthday Miranda! My sil turned 23 yesterday!!! I remember when she was 15 getting her drivers license. I am working one day a week starting tomorrow giving flu shots. This will be my first official working day (as a pharmacist) in over a year and a half. Yall need to pray for me. It will be my first day away from Mattox. I hope we can both survive. We have literally been attached at the hip since he was born. Breathe...he's 6 months old now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6910644932305303786?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6910644932305303786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6910644932305303786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6910644932305303786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6910644932305303786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TIhLben_ZBI/AAAAAAAAA9w/H0Weq8gHUJU/s72-c/laborday201002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3516040072571062171</id><published>2010-08-23T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:53:49.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the hair comments. Seriously people, I realize my kids are destined to have bad hair. But you don't have to comment. I thought I had heard it all with MC. Seems Mattox has the same bad luck. Walking in church yesterday, someone said (and I know he was joking) "he's got a little premature gray going on already." Wow. I have to laugh now. Got my feelings hurt with MC, but there's nothing I can do about it - and no, I haven't heard of a baby hair gel either. Why would I? I love his birthmark! I think its cute! If he chooses to dye it later in life, so be it.  Maybe I could invent "Just For Babies" instead of Just for Men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school year has begun great! MC loves Mrs. C! and couldn't wait to go back to ballet. Mrs. P said she did much better this week and had no problems with her! yay! Made my day to hear that! I think the greatest part of my day everyday is picking MC up. I get to sit in line and watch her play (without her knowing I'm there). It's so sweet to see her making new friends and interacting with others when I'm not around. She really likes her little brother lately. Always asking to hold him and finally acknowledges his presence. Here are a few pics I managed to take yesterday and today at ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday's Mati Clairism: "Mom, you don't want to ooze da blue." = we can't lose the glue. So she set it on the shelf...of course, we can't lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh in case you missed it, here's a &lt;a href="http://www.ericareid.com/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt; to a picture from way back in time! Thank you Erica! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMxpySddxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/XgcDeLn-Wpw/s1600/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508801363147847442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMxpySddxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/XgcDeLn-Wpw/s400/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMxqNoFNII/AAAAAAAAA9I/_li12OZ-4to/s1600/IMG_2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508801370486289538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMxqNoFNII/AAAAAAAAA9I/_li12OZ-4to/s400/IMG_2203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMzV8z75MI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/cSiLzbGvq88/s1600/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508803221398480066" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMzV8z75MI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/cSiLzbGvq88/s400/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMzWUpUFPI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/l3i1DpwHUh0/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508803227796378866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMzWUpUFPI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/l3i1DpwHUh0/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah, Riley, Cooper, Payton, Caroline, MC. (missing Kaytlin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry this is the best one I got of about 20 pics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3516040072571062171?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3516040072571062171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3516040072571062171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3516040072571062171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3516040072571062171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/THMxpySddxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/XgcDeLn-Wpw/s72-c/IMG_2199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-726826582503979889</id><published>2010-08-17T20:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:17:33.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have waited 3 years for this moment. A tear and a smile floated across my face when I got her dressed. I was so proud, jealous, envious, and living vicariously for 45 minutes. Mati Claire had her first ballet lesson yesterday. Oh if I could be 3 years old again. Unfortunately her teacher told me that she cried through most of it. I almost cried to hear that. She thought she was overwhelmed. MC did have a big "new" day yesterday: new school, new friends, new teachers, new places, new tights, new shoes, you get the idea. Mrs. P was positive that she would do better next week (she did fine as long as she stood next to Mrs. P). Matt and I think that it also had to do with a little attention starvation...she tends to cry and throw these "silent tantrums" when she doesn't get the spotlight...and in the studio she shared it with 10 other little ballerinas. So we are keeping our fingers crossed that next week goes better. I think it will since she will be familiar with what she's doing now. She has asked 100 times to go back to ballet since yesterday. Yay! I only hope that I can be this passionate about whatever Mattox chooses to do. (someone hint to him later that we are big basketball and golf fans - jk ;) Anyway, I got my fill of pure sweetness yesterday afternoon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGtBK2S95XI/AAAAAAAAA8o/wuiB0iinDio/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506566624020129138" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGtBK2S95XI/AAAAAAAAA8o/wuiB0iinDio/s400/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugar and Spice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGtB9SfCnUI/AAAAAAAAA84/vL1ElKGpRxM/s1600/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506567490580421954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGtB9SfCnUI/AAAAAAAAA84/vL1ElKGpRxM/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out with the old in with the new! Erica, this one's for you...recognize my old bag?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGtBLX4S0UI/AAAAAAAAA8w/HxysYh3MYkA/s1600/IMG_2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506566633035059522" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGtBLX4S0UI/AAAAAAAAA8w/HxysYh3MYkA/s400/IMG_2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My attempt at teaching her first position.  But she was showing me what she learned.&lt;/em&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/7096644104686984286-726826582503979889?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/726826582503979889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=726826582503979889&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/726826582503979889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/726826582503979889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/08/pure-sugar.html' title='Pure Sugar'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGtBK2S95XI/AAAAAAAAA8o/wuiB0iinDio/s72-c/IMG_2185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3902964330014433093</id><published>2010-08-16T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:34:41.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My little girl went to her first day of 3 year old preschool today! We woke up to donuts and I let her wear one of her favorite outfits. She had a great time. I think I accidentally threw away my paper that explained the 'bee color' system...can someone tell me what a green bee means? I know red means bad...so maybe she was good today. The pick up line was insane but they told me that gets better. We topped off the morning with a lunch at ChickFilA! yay! She has her first ballet lesson this afternoon so I will post pics of that tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGmD1iyNhqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g-HxxlbRJb8/s1600/IMG_2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506076975330854562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGmD1iyNhqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g-HxxlbRJb8/s400/IMG_2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGmD1x4mMbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ygCLGzxBRek/s1600/IMG_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506076979384168882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGmD1x4mMbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ygCLGzxBRek/s400/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC, Payton, and Cooper looking over the top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3902964330014433093?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3902964330014433093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3902964330014433093&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3902964330014433093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3902964330014433093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/08/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGmD1iyNhqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g-HxxlbRJb8/s72-c/IMG_2151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6403081364161771368</id><published>2010-08-14T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:41:29.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugged Out</title><content type='html'>I grew up out in the country.  I grew up watching my Dad kill "big daddy" snakes all the time.  I had a roach go down my shirt when I was a junior in high school... we won't go into details, but I have never fully recovered from that experience.  Needless to say, I. DO. NOT. DO. BUGS.  Bugs/snakes/critters/ whatever.  And the older I get the worse it gets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have experienced:&lt;br /&gt;1. I killed a humongous spider in my kitchen... only to find out it was a VERY pregnant momma spider and about 20 little babies went running wild.  Seriously. I couldn't make this stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I've already mentioned the caterpillar infestation on my porches in my ferns.  Luckily they don't put up much of a fight.  But I literally twitched and itched  for an entire day.  Any time a hair on my head moved - I jumped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Then the big one.  Really.  I've never come so close to a major heart attack.  I bent down to pick up Mattox out of his chair and I see... hold it ... a SNAKE in my kitchen!!! About 2 feet away from my baby.  Probably within inches from where Mati Claire had been drawing and running.  I thought to myself - 'that can't be what I think it is' - 'nope, that doesn't look like any of MC's toys' - I froze.  Literally.  I think I stared at it for at least 2 minutes.  Do I trap it? With what? Do I kill it? With what? Do I move? Do I move Mattox first? How do I move? Will it move? Where will it move? Why is it raising its head at me?  Do I get the shovel? Where is the shovel? Ok, let me get a knife.  Not just any knife - I need a machete.  Ok, found the biggest knife in my kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was on his way home but I didn't know exactly how soon he would be there.  Called his cell phone 3 times with no answer.  Tried calling the neighbor with no answer.  My hands were shaking because I have a snake and a machete 2 feet away from a 5 month old baby and 3 year old running around...and a half-crazed mommy.  Then I hear choir bells - I mean - Matt's car pulling in the garage.  I run outside and start yelling at him to come inside and help me! He chased it outside but then lost it.  Dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my glass of pinot noir is really good right now.  Good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6403081364161771368?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6403081364161771368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6403081364161771368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6403081364161771368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6403081364161771368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/08/bugged-out.html' title='Bugged Out'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5198034970660678134</id><published>2010-08-14T16:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:40:49.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else watch Keeping up with the Kardashians? I love that show. Those girls crack me up and actually inspire to me to have a gigantic family... hopefully not as disfunctional as theirs though. Believe it or not, Khloe is my fave...but I would hate to be on her bad list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if Matt and I were to renew our wedding vows ever again - I would totally get a replica of Chelsea Clinton's dress! Wow. It was to die for. I know that's old news but seriously, I just stare at it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcNSfx3tiI/AAAAAAAAA7w/TWrrx9SdSOI/s1600/chelsea-clinton-300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505383680903198242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcNSfx3tiI/AAAAAAAAA7w/TWrrx9SdSOI/s400/chelsea-clinton-300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back in reality, we've just been hanging out here. I have been giving Mattox cereal at night for the last 2 weeks and then I gave him a slither of carrots the other night. Here was his response:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcOmwHR6LI/AAAAAAAAA74/2pKD_Tdu8Js/s1600/IMG_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505385128396974258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcOmwHR6LI/AAAAAAAAA74/2pKD_Tdu8Js/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcOnI4pJhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rhgzUALsgR8/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505385135046469138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcOnI4pJhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rhgzUALsgR8/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, we may wait awhile before trying any more foods. We'll stick with the cereal. He LOVES it. Doesn't spill a drop. Mati Claire seems to be more interested in Mattox lately... she asks to hold him all the time and she helps me more. I was starting to get worried that she was going to ignore him her entire life. She is really beginning to say the darndest things! I can't wait to see how her first week at preschool goes. It will be such an adjustment for us - we don't get up early and she is still sleeping til around 8:30 right now. We met our teacher, Mrs. Courtney, last week. I basically told her as nice as I could that I expect to pick MC up the same way I dropped her off unless you need to change her clothes = no hair cutting, no nail clipping, no makeup, no nothing. And IF there is a reason for a change, just to CALL me first! I consider myself pretty laid back but I draw the line at hair cutting unless its an accident. History does not need to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcUJ9ErIEI/AAAAAAAAA8I/6QuZNZVSRzo/s1600/IMG_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505391230729265218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcUJ9ErIEI/AAAAAAAAA8I/6QuZNZVSRzo/s320/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heart chunky monkey...and chunky legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am waging war on caterpillars too. At first, I felt bad for them thinking it was just a few on my ferns.  And thought it would even be cool to have some butterflies spin out soon.  Then I found about 100 and they were actually eating/killing my ferns (my brand new ones that I bought at the beginning of summer). So I reluctantly got some gardening gloves to pull them off by hand. Ugh! I still have the creepy crawlies. I even dreamed about them that night. A few days went by and I'm still pulling them off. After researching online, I found out they were Florida Fern Caterpillars and they actually aren't butterflies - they are moths! The little heifers lay hundreds of eggs in the dirt and it is impossible to get rid of infestation by hand. Matt got me some spray so hopefully I can save my other 2. RIP ferns. I have the unluckiest green thumb ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGca4BK2MkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/RI5p6xQLLuc/s1600/cater83.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505398619172647490" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGca4BK2MkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/RI5p6xQLLuc/s320/cater83.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5198034970660678134?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5198034970660678134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5198034970660678134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5198034970660678134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5198034970660678134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-randomness.html' title='Yes Randomness'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TGcNSfx3tiI/AAAAAAAAA7w/TWrrx9SdSOI/s72-c/chelsea-clinton-300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6996447201891164768</id><published>2010-08-08T16:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:12:20.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok...I am actually going to talk about the weather. Not because there is nothing else to talk about except how busy we are...but I am LUUUVING all this rain! Its cooling the temps down and it makes great nap weather!!! MC is afraid of the "dunder" though.  Erica, I am working on getting you a pic of MC in her ballet leotard...her first lesson is next week! I am SOOO excited! And you would be shocked over her first pair of jazz shoes - yes, jazz shoes.  Not tap.  Jazz.  Hm.  I need to think about that some more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both MC and Mattox make me laugh.  Our microwave is on the fritz again, but there is a trick to make it work...so MC was watching me "rig" it...and she said "Mom, it just needs batteries."  Yes, if only everything that was broken could use batteries.  Mattox on the other hand is a total dude.  He passed gas yesterday and laughed "hehe"...oh my.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh, and in case you didn't know...I am in love with these two kiddos:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TF84FhR21TI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MofDU9lLHjA/s1600/crop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503178937153803570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TF84FhR21TI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MofDU9lLHjA/s400/crop1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6996447201891164768?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6996447201891164768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6996447201891164768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6996447201891164768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6996447201891164768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TF84FhR21TI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MofDU9lLHjA/s72-c/crop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2473741290640530909</id><published>2010-08-02T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:56:47.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>I have been catching myself repeating the phrase "just like a man" lately!  Mattox can belch, pee, and fart with the best of 'em!  His feet, breath, and gas stink! He even laughs like a boy (anyone remember Bevis and Butthead: hehehehe).  He's a sweetheart and I'm not really trash-talkin, but boy I'm just not used to this! I never knew there would be a day where I could classify a girlie fart vs. lets clear the room boys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he found his feet today.  I used to love watching MC put her feet in her mouth. He just stares at them.  Actually, he stares at alot of things lately...mainly girls.  Just like a man.  Yes, he is all boy!  He's currently chasing Alyson I think...but she's too old for him.  He drools for her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO glad to have Mati Claire home! Boy oh boy was that a long trip to TN.  I think I wasn't the only one who missed MC.  We are excited to be starting a new preschool and ballet class! Yay! I almost cried when I bought her first pair of ballet shoes.  She probably won't like it just because I absolutely loved it growing up.  But I sincerely hope she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think I have any new pics. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2473741290640530909?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2473741290640530909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2473741290640530909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2473741290640530909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2473741290640530909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/08/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy oh Boy!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-1961182332516686729</id><published>2010-07-26T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:26:33.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mattox and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TE3tPlrmX0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MLszXvw6IzI/s1600/jeanelle4mo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498311572158046018" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TE3tPlrmX0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MLszXvw6IzI/s400/jeanelle4mo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gigi is keeping Mati Claire for me this week just for fun...which means its just me and Mattox (and Matt when he's home)! Mattox has been fussy lately - screaming and not sleeping well. I think he started teething! Lord help me! Not already! As soon as he started sleeping 8+ hours, oh lets throw some teeth in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having fun planning his first Halloween costume! Its taking alot of time to put together and alot of ebay watching.  Still waiting for MC to tell me what she wants to be...but I'm pretty sure it will be related to Disney. Here's the 4 month pic of Mattox from Jeanelle.  He weighs 17 pounds and is wearing 9 month pajamas already! Seriously, I may have to sell all of his clothes that I bought earlier because they aren't going to fit him.  I bought age and season appropriate.  That boy loooovves to eat.  As fussy as he is...I want to hug and kiss him all day long! Can't get enough of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-1961182332516686729?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1961182332516686729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=1961182332516686729&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1961182332516686729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1961182332516686729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/07/mattox-and-me.html' title='Mattox and Me'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TE3tPlrmX0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MLszXvw6IzI/s72-c/jeanelle4mo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-4639369233771464046</id><published>2010-07-10T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:04:10.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>Allow me to do a little endzone celebration dance here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mati Claire is now officially potty trained! (In my definition of the word).  About a week ago she started waking up dry from her nap...then waking up dry in the mornings.  A solid week of waking up dry.  I was in shock.  If you haven't been reading my blog or don't know me that well, I have exhausted every form of bribe known to man.  I started trying to potty train when she turned 2...and she decides to do this the week of her 3rd birthday!  1 year of pure (for lack of better word) #2!!!  Don't get me wrong, she still has rare accidents.  Out of the blue and I have no idea where she saw these -  she asked for pink m&amp;amp;m's as her 'reward'.  When you're sitting in front of her and wanting to praise her --she asks for the one thing that I don't have... pink ones.  So one phone call to Gigi and wahlah - we have pink m&amp;amp;m's!!! and purple.  Maybe pink is her signature color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Mati Claire slept in her 'big girl' bed today!  After my family left Friday, I was putting clean sheets on all the beds upstairs.  Of course MC likes to "help" me =  jump on the bed or climb in the sheets after I've made them up.  So once again, out of the blue, she asks "can I nap in that bed?" For those of you who don't know us well...yes, she is 3 and still sleeping in her crib until today!  She took a 2 hour nap without screaming or crying or getting out.  She asked to sleep there again tonight - so we will see how it goes.  I have high hopes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mattox is sleeping (more nights than not) around 8 hours!  I consider that a full nights sleep, right?  My and MC's definition is closer to 10-12 hours...but who's counting? hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Mati Claire is finally feeling better.  She ran a fever for 2 days earlier this week and then followed it with a case of pink eye.  Carly told me once that MC's eyes looked like M&amp;amp;M's...yep 2 little pink M&amp;amp;M's.  Lets cross our fingers that I or Mattox don't get it.  But I'm just glad she's feeling better - it was awful to see her eyes swollen the morning of her actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Happy 3rd Birthday MC and happy 4 months Mattox!  I love you more than words... and more than pink M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-4639369233771464046?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4639369233771464046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=4639369233771464046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4639369233771464046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/4639369233771464046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/07/pink-m.html' title='Pink M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2605631775048506428</id><published>2010-07-05T21:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:31:35.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 x the fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKbFVTKGsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/D53E087iA3s/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490621411637205698" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKbFVTKGsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/D53E087iA3s/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday to our Princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKbGDhoc9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/M54P1WGFfEQ/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490621424045945810" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKbGDhoc9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/M54P1WGFfEQ/s400/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 Pretty princesses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKc_CcizMI/AAAAAAAAA64/xQkfgIXy2Jw/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490623502520339650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKc_CcizMI/AAAAAAAAA64/xQkfgIXy2Jw/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only official 3 year olds!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKXki03NKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/cr-fCGzk7K0/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490617549797668002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKXki03NKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/cr-fCGzk7K0/s400/IMG_2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Attempt at a family picture...of course its hard to get everyone to look at the camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKc-NTHpsI/AAAAAAAAA6w/W0k7vNkP80w/s1600/IMG_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490623488253732546" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKc-NTHpsI/AAAAAAAAA6w/W0k7vNkP80w/s400/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MC's birthday present from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKXippdwII/AAAAAAAAA6I/wyVah4_Zmb8/s1600/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490617517269172354" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKXippdwII/AAAAAAAAA6I/wyVah4_Zmb8/s400/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;His first time to get in the pool! My little shark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKXjuLTjeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8l-iWKsQHYQ/s1600/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490617535664721378" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKXjuLTjeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8l-iWKsQHYQ/s400/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss Rachel painted her nails and toes for the first time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKewol6tAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Jp7rFzmPzG8/s1600/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490625454085420034" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKewol6tAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Jp7rFzmPzG8/s400/IMG_2073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My little prince charming! Such a sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mati Claire is turning THREE this week! Happy Birthday! She got so excited that my family was here visiting that she made herself sick... seriously. She's been running a fever since yesterday. No other symptoms though. She LOVES all of her cousins. We have been in the pool, playing outside, watching movies upstairs, or eating ice cream all week. Love these lazy days of summer! &lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other baby is leaving 3 months behind and will be 4 months on Friday! oh my... time is flying by! He is not napping well, but I'm not complaining - he sleeps all night!!!! He went swimming for the first time yesterday and he was adorable kicking his feet in the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminiscing about MC being 3 months old so I decided to look back at the blog when she was around that age. I found this pic and decided to compare it to Mattox now: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKidPb_DOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VbOmGjNttzI/s1600/Matilyn+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490629518961872098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKidPb_DOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VbOmGjNttzI/s400/Matilyn+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKidnhXmTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/YNfELCd7tQM/s1600/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490629525426903346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKidnhXmTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/YNfELCd7tQM/s400/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Too funny right?  Kerigan, Kennedy, MC, and Mattox all wore that onesie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2605631775048506428?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2605631775048506428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2605631775048506428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2605631775048506428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2605631775048506428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-x-fun.html' title='3 x the fun'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TDKbFVTKGsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/D53E087iA3s/s72-c/IMG_1986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5300789887424577361</id><published>2010-06-25T21:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:00:49.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TCVsAHo6tKI/AAAAAAAAA54/8GX8RYTt-TE/s1600/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486910470327284898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TCVsAHo6tKI/AAAAAAAAA54/8GX8RYTt-TE/s400/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you get sleep, you can say that. It has been so nice to get a little sleep lately. I still wake up to pump so I can keep up the milk supply...but Mattox has been sleeping at least 6-8 hours every night this week!! One night he slept 6 - woke up to eat - and slept another 6. Yeah. That's what I'm talking 'bout! I can handle that. Hit me again!   But seriously, he is a sweetheart.  He loves to snuggle and I could just eat him up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was on my way to Jackson when a truck rear-ended me. Thank goodness we are all ok. Mati Claire immediately started crying and poor Mattox slept through it...until it got hot, then he started screaming. Its amazing what people will say and do. The driver was drunk without a license. Then they swapped places and lied to the police about who was driving. The cops arrested both of them! Craziness. It reminded me that cars and possessions are just things - they break and they can be fixed. But you can't fix people. I can't replace my kids. Thank the dear sweet Lord for our safety. The lady passenger tried hard to push my buttons to escalate the situation- and she did in a way- and to that I say hit me again. You're going to jail...and I'm going home. You can keep hitting me with your words... but it doesn't change the truth. So I refused to let her get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TCVobg1LQ7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/JyX0JPn1KC8/s1600/100_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486906542899545010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TCVobg1LQ7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/JyX0JPn1KC8/s320/100_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TCVsjH-eobI/AAAAAAAAA6A/5O_-o02UHRs/s1600/100_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486911071713141170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TCVsjH-eobI/AAAAAAAAA6A/5O_-o02UHRs/s320/100_1482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's her in handcuffs!&lt;/em&gt;                            &lt;em&gt;this is what hit me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5300789887424577361?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5300789887424577361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5300789887424577361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5300789887424577361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5300789887424577361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/06/hit-me-again.html' title='Hit me again!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TCVsAHo6tKI/AAAAAAAAA54/8GX8RYTt-TE/s72-c/IMG_0307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8357925256781249361</id><published>2010-06-16T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:26:33.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in 2</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't blogged lately.  I won't test my computer's limits by posting any pictures.  Its running at the moment.  I think Matt and I both are procrastinating buying a new computer when we use our phones most of the time.  Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattox is growing up so fast! I can't believe he is 3 months old already.  And Mati Claire will be 3 in about 3 weeks.  She is getting excited about her Princess Party.  Every morning she asks me if today is the day she gets her Birthday Cake.  And she reminds us all that DADDY is the one who wants a Princess-themed party... not just her.  Hehe.  MC still has some potty training issues.  We still haven't mastered the bathroom yet and we have an August deadline!  Please pray for her ------ and me I guess.  I am so sick of cleaning up messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil man is doing better each day.  He has slept 7 hours at night 2 days this week and it's only Wednesday! Yay! He doesn't take naps well.  He likes to cat-nap  throughout the day because he's afraid he will miss something...um, do I have a socializer on my hands? More so than MC - impossible!  He likes to be held and/or sit up at all times!  He is starting to despise his bouncy chairs, but I'm sorry Mattox - Mommy can NOT hold you 24 hours a day.  As much as I would like to.  He laughs alot now and it is SOOOO cute! He'll get choked from laughing...hysterical!  He still has dark blue eyes surprisingly...and messed up hair NOT so surprisingly.  He's a cutie patootie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems everyone I know has either been or is presently at the beach.  I wish I was with you!  Oil or not.  I will have to sell my soul to get Matt to take us one day.  Add that to your prayer list! ;)  Swimming lessons went well I think.  It wore us all out so we took a break this week but looking forward to more.  Mrs. Blair is so sweet!!!  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              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP7gKOBVpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2BA9RPSzWcs/s1600/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477498101730203282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP7gKOBVpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2BA9RPSzWcs/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam's 1st trip in the boat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP_aB-FINI/AAAAAAAAA5g/kf7YcC_D85g/s1600/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477502394483155154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP_aB-FINI/AAAAAAAAA5g/kf7YcC_D85g/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah terrorizing MC with a crawfish! ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP_ZzNJg1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/__veautZ1N0/s1600/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477502390519825234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP_ZzNJg1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/__veautZ1N0/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the kiddos being sprayed with the water hose!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP_aqgsw3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/f2qp2elS7Mw/s1600/IMG_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477502405365777266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP_aqgsw3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/f2qp2elS7Mw/s320/IMG_1923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam, Jack, Sarah, Mati Claire, and Jordan Ann! minus Mattox! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Matt! and Happy Memorial Day! and we had a good time at the lake this past weekend! Happy times! Luckily the weather cooperated most of the time so we still got to soak up the sun. We had a house full with friends and awesome food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5879673937885682925?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5879673937885682925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5879673937885682925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5879673937885682925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5879673937885682925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy.html' title='Happy...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/TAP7gXeRBKI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/zAbj-F3FSM8/s72-c/IMG_1896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2666488089610155334</id><published>2010-05-22T14:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:43:43.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>Some guys seriously don't have a clue what its like to stay at home with multiple children.  This post be a bit TMI, but I'm apologizing for that.  I'm also apologizing to Matt again for snapping this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got off work this morning and went grocery shopping (which I didn't ask him to do) and brought home donuts for breakfast - so you would think it would be the beginning of a pleasant morning.  After pulling an all-nighter with Mattox (he woke up every 3 hours), I woke up around the same time Matt got home.  Mattox's pajamas were wet, he was fussy since he hadn't burped, and had a very stinky diaper.  I haven't brushed my teeth, hadn't gone to the bathroom, haven't had a shower in over 3 days (Wednesday was the last one I remember and I'm not positive about that), haven't had sleep, and I'm covered in spitup in numerous places.  So I hand him over to Matt telling him it was his turn.   What does Matt say???  "Give me 5 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH? Give YOU 5 minutes? How 'bout you give ME 5 minutes???  I can't go to the bathroom in peace, I can't find time to brush my teeth much less shower, I argue with a 3 year old for hours and hours, I can't figure out how I'm going to buy Matt's birthday present next week because I'm not sure if a double stroller will fit through department stores' aisles, I can't go grocery shopping because groceries won't fit in a buggy with 2 kids, I'm not sure how long I've been wearing the same pair of panties for crying out loud!!!!  And to add to that, let me stop in the middle of all of it EVERY 3 hours to whip my boobs out and breastfeed a baby for 30 minutes and pray I don't leak when I do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that meltdown, Matt let me sleep for a few more hours.  I feel better.  I understand and appreciate that he works nights - and works period.  I apologized for snapping off.  I'm just not sure he understands what its like for me to sit in the bathrom potty training MC while breastfeeding a baby... or change a diaper with your eyes closed even though the lights are off ... or manage to cook dinner while simultaneously feeding a 3 year old, burping a newborn, load the dishwasher, all while being yelled at by my 3 year old...and doing it in the most positive of attitudes with a smile on my face for fear of not living up to the ideal wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, our wedding anniversary is coming up in 2 weeks.  Here's a hint: give me 5 minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2666488089610155334?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2666488089610155334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2666488089610155334&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2666488089610155334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2666488089610155334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-me-5-minutes.html' title='Give me 5 minutes'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3433157410065153468</id><published>2010-05-20T16:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:02:12.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I could catch up on sleep...a girl can dream, right? Last night was probably the best night we've had so far: he slept from 10pm to 5am!! Wow. We have been so busy, so I'll try to catch up on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby Dedication Day/Mother's Day/2 mo. checkup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mattox turned 2 months on Mother's Day last week. He also had his 2 month shots. Ugh! He handled them well. We thought he cried worse over laying him on the cold table to be measured! He weighs 12 lbs even and is 23 1/2 in long! Momma's got a big sweet boy! He was dedicated at Morrison Heights Baptist Church that Sunday. To be a part of the service, we read Voddie Baucham's book &lt;em&gt;Family Driven Faith&lt;/em&gt; . It is an excellent read for re-inspiring your goals as a Christian family. I thought it was a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; bit extreme on some points but I agreed with the changes that need to be made. We are in the process of implementing some of these changes in our home! Yay! Fate also jumped in the form of Mrs. Darlene. They asked me to help out with the 3 mo. stint of nursery duty this summer. As new parents, specifically a newborn, I have been procrastinating in this area (for lack of sleep mainly) but because of the commitment. And also because that many 3 year olds scare me. But God has stepped in to remind me that I shouldn't skip church because I'm lazy and tired. Here are a few pics of the Dedication service. Mattox did well until the very end - his diaper leaked all over Matt's shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W7WNdhmfI/AAAAAAAAA34/7R9vbsRv-NA/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473486912383719922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W7WNdhmfI/AAAAAAAAA34/7R9vbsRv-NA/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W7WSGb_qI/AAAAAAAAA4A/0bUH3fMxIzE/s1600/IMG_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473486913629060770" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W7WSGb_qI/AAAAAAAAA4A/0bUH3fMxIzE/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probably smiling because it was all over&lt;/em&gt;! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Trip to TN/Kerigan's Graduation/Kennedy's Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also Mattox's first road trip! He slept the entire way back so I can't complain. My niece turned 4 last weekend and my other niece graduated from Kindergarten! I can't believe she'll be in FIRST grade this fall! Kennedy's party was at the Knoxville Zoo. All I can say about that is May heat + first time pushing a new double stroller UPhill + 2 kids (neither of which are potty trained) + breastfeeding = alot of hard work! Mati Claire got to ride a camel which was interesting. Luckily Mom was with me to help me out!!! Happy Birthday Kennedy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W-UDNrL6I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pJvjxqITWac/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473490173808029602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W-UDNrL6I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pJvjxqITWac/s320/IMG_1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The birthday girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W-TsDjaSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/RDmgu9oc_KI/s1600/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473490167591561506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W-TsDjaSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/RDmgu9oc_KI/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerigan, her friend Allie, and MC riding the camel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This And That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are looking forward to Matt's birthday next weekend and celebrating Memorial Weekend with lots of friends at the lake! Can't wait to soak up the sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic of Mattox rolling from front to back for the first time...I just happen to be holding the camera when he did it.  He LOVES tummy time!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_XC4Np0GhI/AAAAAAAAA44/CaA72sHqLjM/s1600/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473495193132210706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_XC4Np0GhI/AAAAAAAAA44/CaA72sHqLjM/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3433157410065153468?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3433157410065153468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3433157410065153468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3433157410065153468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3433157410065153468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S_W7WNdhmfI/AAAAAAAAA34/7R9vbsRv-NA/s72-c/IMG_1786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8805112631503954768</id><published>2010-05-05T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:10:32.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.jcarawayphotography.com/"&gt;Jeanelle&lt;/a&gt; for creating a new blog header. She makes my life so much easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else has changed here.  I can honestly say that I am enjoying Mattox more and more each day.  He is becoming more pleasant to be around and is starting to "talk" to us. He is becoming such a sweetheart...or maybe just my sweetheart.  I could kiss his cheeks off!  I wish I could bottle that baby smell (excluding the diapers) - is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC on the other hand could talk enough for all 4 of us.  She just doesn't stop.  I'm sad there's only like 3 days of MDO left.  Thank heavens for "Chachel"!  She is going to help entertain her this summer!  Our summer mission:  swimming lessons and potty training!!!!!!!!!  Mattox's summer mission: learning to sleep all night (in his own crib)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  hahaha! I've got my work cut out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8805112631503954768?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8805112631503954768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8805112631503954768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8805112631503954768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8805112631503954768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-header.html' title='New Header'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6135845965390397674</id><published>2010-04-30T13:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:31:20.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeter with Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if Mattox is getting better or I'm just getting used to it...probably both. This is the face that we normally see (aka grumpy dwarf):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S9suwDostrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/2te-8DLtVBs/s1600/april2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466013975888836274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S9suwDostrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/2te-8DLtVBs/s200/april2010+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But lately we've been seeing more of this (aka happy): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S9svkqPr0eI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OLUcCzGc6dM/s1600/april2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466014879606100450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S9svkqPr0eI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OLUcCzGc6dM/s200/april2010+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S9svlFM4SmI/AAAAAAAAA3o/DQBUGeLbnds/s1600/april2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466014886842092130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S9svlFM4SmI/AAAAAAAAA3o/DQBUGeLbnds/s200/april2010+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice to see him smile...makes me feel like I'm doing something right. He's definitely finding my soft side - and the bond is definitely getting stronger. See if you can follow my train of thought here the other day: I was looking at his birth announcement the day they came in(while nursing him) - looking at how I gave this child 4 names -- they barely fit on the card --- he's doomed the rest of his life with trying to fit his full name on things ---- like his wedding invitation ---- if he ever gets married ------ boy, his fiance is going to hate me when it comes to that ------- his fiance??? ------- all of a sudden I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck --------why does it bother me so bad that he might one day get married? ------ no girl will ever be good enough for him. Why don't I think of Mati Claire like this? Why does the son-in-law not scare me half as bad as the daughter-in-law? Mrs. Paula, I feel your pain. Hopefully I met the standard. ha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6135845965390397674?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6135845965390397674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6135845965390397674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6135845965390397674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6135845965390397674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweeter-with-time.html' title='Sweeter with Time'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S9suwDostrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/2te-8DLtVBs/s72-c/april2010+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2504428494534938275</id><published>2010-04-21T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:55:17.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>My 3 year old!  She wins by a landslide on who can drive me the craziest!  Her tantrums have become unbelievable! We tried "time out in the corner" which seems to be working.  I don't even time how long she's there...she has to stay until she stops crying.  I can't take it.  Today, my MIL gave her a pad of paper to play with (hmmm...maybe she inherited my love of paper).  Anyway, for the ENTIRE way home (which takes a good 10 minutes) all I heard was "Momma I got paper...Momma I got paper...paper...Momma?  Momma? Momma I got paper..." repeatedly!!!!  I didn't know someone could repeat themselves that many times.  And if you don't acknowledge her - it only gets worse.  Seriously, God bless the 3 year old preschool teachers, daycare workers, kindergarten teachers, and all you other mommas out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattox has been so fussy and it seemed to be getting worse.  After several nights of only getting an hour of sleep here and there, I talked to a friend on Facebook about breastfeeding (thought I had that figured out).  She gave me the &lt;a href="http://www.llli.org/FAQ/oversupply.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; about overproduction of milk supply.  **sshhh...I hear choir bells***  Long story short - Mattox and I are tweaking a few things during feedings and things SEEM to be getting better.  I never knew an oversupply of milk could be a problem!!  But he slept better last night, was happier today, and has less gas and burps.  We'll see if it keeps up!  It might also explain why he weighs 11.4 pounds already!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yall but I need to squeeze a night nap in while both kids are asleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2504428494534938275?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2504428494534938275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2504428494534938275&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2504428494534938275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2504428494534938275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5744498582730823919</id><published>2010-04-15T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:22:28.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting to 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S8eB-2LyJYI/AAAAAAAAA3A/h9MRk_q_rLI/s1600/Iphone+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460475989906826626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S8eB-2LyJYI/AAAAAAAAA3A/h9MRk_q_rLI/s400/Iphone+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister was right. I spaced my kids' ages out perfectly. MC has hit the terrible 3's at the exact time I have a newborn. I'm not sure which is worse. Today, they both woke up screaming at the same time...and it has continued ALL day. Mattox has colic but I'm beginning to think he's just a very fussy baby (colic or not). He fights going to sleep. Seriously, he's 5 weeks old - why fight it? I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. One won't stop whining and throwing fits, the other won't stop crying. At the moment, my stress outlet is blogging while ignoring the chaos. To make myself feel better - I am attempting to get back in shape. Really. I went back to the gym yesterday and even though I'm so sore today I can't walk, it makes me feel better. And today I soaked up the sun while MC played. Ahh, vitamin D is gooooood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a belated birthday wish to my sister! Heather, you are right! Happy Birthday! hahaha! she turned 35 this past weekend! sheesh. We've also had visits from both great-grandmothers this past week.  Not sure if I mentioned this earlier, but Matt's grandfather died the night before Mattox was born.  My MIL brought it to my attention that they missed each other by ~12 hours.  Mattox was also born on my parents' 37th wedding anniversary! Just FYI.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ordered birth announcements yesterday and I am SOOO excited. Jeanelle did a good job. Coming soon to a mailbox near you. I heart paper. Why is that? I know I'm not the only one with a stationary/office supply/paper fetish. Weird...but again, it makes me feel better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looking forward to more beautiful weather and going to the lake!  Can't wait for the pool water to warm up!  I need summer therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5744498582730823919?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5744498582730823919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5744498582730823919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5744498582730823919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5744498582730823919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/04/counting-to-10.html' title='Counting to 10'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S8eB-2LyJYI/AAAAAAAAA3A/h9MRk_q_rLI/s72-c/Iphone+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-311774903657294818</id><published>2010-04-05T16:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:21:45.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S7pgPC2t6cI/AAAAAAAAA24/0Rf0Ilps1wU/s1600/Iphone+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456779710093453762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S7pgPC2t6cI/AAAAAAAAA24/0Rf0Ilps1wU/s400/Iphone+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S7pewb664zI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4s29at3kaPY/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456778084734395186" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S7pewb664zI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4s29at3kaPY/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S7pev53PHjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/xSwsWUPVIOg/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456778075592138290" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S7pev53PHjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/xSwsWUPVIOg/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is her "cheese" lately. Mattox is showcasing Carly's outfit she made for him! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mattox is 4 weeks old now. I won't bore you with all the tiny details of how much he's changed in the last few weeks. I'll just post a few pics and you can probably see the difference. We didn't make it to church yesterday...boy am I a sinner. We had every intention of going then Mattox kept me awake ALL night. So I still went through the motions with Mati Claire: got her dressed, Gigi hid eggs, filled her basket, etc. Mom and Dad left this morning; today is my first day alone with both kids! So far so good. If I could just get Mattox on a schedule - don't care what schedule - just any schedule - things would be better. He still has his days and nights confused and he likes to be held. I know I'm sure all babies like to be held, but he REALLY likes it. He doesn't care for any bouncy seat, boppy, swing, chair, laying down, pacifier, or anything - nope! just hold me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you Mom and Tyanne!  Tyanne has been taking MC everywhere for me!  and my family is the best!  They really helped me out this past month!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-311774903657294818?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/311774903657294818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=311774903657294818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/311774903657294818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/311774903657294818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S7pgPC2t6cI/AAAAAAAAA24/0Rf0Ilps1wU/s72-c/Iphone+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-6874166481377173236</id><published>2010-03-23T13:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:48:31.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S6kVWeqK9iI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/NuwejcP6o4Q/s1600-h/babyboy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451912299839944226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S6kVWeqK9iI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/NuwejcP6o4Q/s400/babyboy9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S6kVWhVpJzI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mJAqKQHgNh8/s1600-h/babyboy10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451912300559148850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S6kVWhVpJzI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mJAqKQHgNh8/s400/babyboy10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, we've made it 2 weeks so far...and counting. Ah, newborn-ism does come to an end. Someone tell me that I will wear regular clothes again. I will put on makeup again. I will brush my hair and eventually get my haircut again. My pregnancy acne will clear up. I will lose these last 10 pounds. I will look at my husband with loving eyes again. I will not question my sanity again (at least not to this degree). My boobs will heal. I will shower on a regular basis again. I will sleep again. I will drink caffeine again. Yes, here's hoping that these first few weeks will be a distant foggy memory soon. Don't get me wrong...I love the new man in my life. I don't handle surgery well. If I could "pop them out" like my sister, I'd have a dozen more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to reality. We had our 2 week checkup today! Mattox weighs 7 lbs. 10 oz!!!!!!!! Wow! And they were worried about his size in utero! ha! He's showing them! Seriously, he's great...still a bit jaundiced and has clogged tear ducts. He loves to eat! Such a boy - although we did force him to sit through a photo shoot with Jeanelle last week.  He finally decided to christen his room...and me...with urine.  I feel like I got initiated into a club or something.  For me, comparatively speaking, I think changing a girl's diaper is much easier than a boy's.  Between the circumcision ring ointment, booty ointment, and alcohol for the belly button - that's just too much going on in one tiny little area.  He will sleep 4-5 hours most of the time although he hit his first growth spurt the other day so we've been going every 2 hours for a few days.  He's not totally sold on a pacifier and the same tricks that worked first go-around aren't working this time.  He's proving to be all boy and quite opposite of MC.  We still aren't sure who he looks like.  Any guesses? When they pulled him out, I seriously questioned if he was mine.  Of course Matt looked at me and asked who the daddy was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I wouldn't have made it without Mom.  Thank you, Mom!  She has been taking care of MC for me.  They went to TN for the week and will be back this weekend with my sister and nieces.  She spoils me...never too old for that.  So! I need advice on how to handle 2 kids at the same time (when my family leaves and Matt is at work).  How the heck do yall do it???  When do you sleep??? Here's hoping that sleep eventually returns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-6874166481377173236?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6874166481377173236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=6874166481377173236&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6874166481377173236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/6874166481377173236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-to-hope.html' title='Here&apos;s to Hope'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S6kVWeqK9iI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/NuwejcP6o4Q/s72-c/babyboy9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-819868949633250534</id><published>2010-03-15T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:37:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Mattox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mattox William Wesley Miley arrived at 7:30 am on March 9th, 2010. He weighed 7 lbs 7 oz and was 20 1/2 inches long. He is absolutely beautiful! To me, he looks like Mati Claire did at birth yet he doesn't have her hair at all. His hair is lighter and has 2 blond "spots". I'm thinking this could be his birthmark maybe but its cute nonetheless. We got home Friday and we didn't sleep at all that night. Since then, its been better. He lost down to 6 lbs 12 oz but has gained 1 oz at our 2 days checkup - so he weighs 6 lbs and 13 oz now.  He wakes up every 4 hours right now...and only cries when he's hungry. He is an excellent eater! We had no latching problems with breastfeeding so I was pleasantly surprised by that! In shock really. So feeding is much easier this time around. He seems to be a little serious man. We've only gotten a few smiles so far but he takes in all the lights and sights and has the funniest expressions. I don't remember much about last week, but thank you to everyone who visited and I apologize if I said anything that I shouldn't have or rude. I have been heavily drugged the last few days. Here are the pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I0Kz2PQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/EVioudfGOXY/s1600-h/100_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449013397745450242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I0Kz2PQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/EVioudfGOXY/s400/100_1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I1YUoViI/AAAAAAAAA1w/nyoziq7RyQ8/s1600-h/100_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449013418552481314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I1YUoViI/AAAAAAAAA1w/nyoziq7RyQ8/s400/100_1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proud Daddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I0sHIRzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/IZX4fFJsqvo/s1600-h/100_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449013406684694322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I0sHIRzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/IZX4fFJsqvo/s400/100_1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I2gjp1AI/AAAAAAAAA14/fURXJYnJRmo/s1600-h/IMG_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449013437942846466" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I2gjp1AI/AAAAAAAAA14/fURXJYnJRmo/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sister!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I3hUT8EI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8fTNdiAOFus/s1600-h/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449013455326801986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I3hUT8EI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8fTNdiAOFus/s400/IMG_1701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah...don't look to the left.  Family pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-819868949633250534?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/819868949633250534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=819868949633250534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/819868949633250534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/819868949633250534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-mattox.html' title='Welcome Mattox!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S57I0Kz2PQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/EVioudfGOXY/s72-c/100_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3054359655005060770</id><published>2010-02-26T10:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:00:19.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so lucky that Matt works for wonderful people! The ER threw me a baby shower this past Wednesday and they just amazed me! They had already sent me more than enough gifts earlier, and then gave me even more at a "non-gift" shower! Here are a few pics (I had already packed my camera so these were taken with my phone). I know they look at the blog in the ER, so here's another BIG thank you to everyone (especially Tammy) for the food, setup, and gifts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7EfytUuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wDbP4Df5OHE/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594729372766946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7EfytUuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wDbP4Df5OHE/s320/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7FdcN60I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Uh2ZVHgrwkU/s1600-h/IMG_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594745921432386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7FdcN60I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Uh2ZVHgrwkU/s320/IMG_0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Such a darling cake! I loved it! Half vanilla/half chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7FCR594I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cTBz5Un5U0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594738630424450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7FCR594I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cTBz5Un5U0Y/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Matt grabbing a bite to eat before heading back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7EsKfzqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/3VLB9BOYk34/s1600-h/IMG_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594732693769890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7EsKfzqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/3VLB9BOYk34/s320/IMG_0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Gumbo, BBQ sandwiches, salad, cake, MS caviar with chips, punch, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mati Claire is getting ready to become a big sister. She says "Look at me Momma, I a big sisser!" I am so glad Gigi and Poppy will be here Sunday for almost the entire month of March! They are leaving their house "under-construction" to come visit! Thank you thank you thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt may not want me sharing this news, but I'm so proud of him... He delivered his first baby yesterday!  And it wasn't ours!  Then Aunt Rachel took care of the baby in the nursery! Too funny!  The family named her Olivia and she is doing fine.  My OBGYN said she would let Matt scrub in and help deliver Mattox... for some reason Matt doesn't want to ?!?!  Did I mention that I'm scheduled for March 9th now.  I still have ALOT of contractions so there is a chance he may come earlier, but we are hoping he will stay put til the 9th.  The appointment went well yesterday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3054359655005060770?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3054359655005060770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3054359655005060770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3054359655005060770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3054359655005060770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-bash.html' title='Last Bash'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S4f7EfytUuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wDbP4Df5OHE/s72-c/IMG_0210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-8173095078557922707</id><published>2010-02-16T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:09:20.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big D</title><content type='html'>and I do mean Dallas! We spent Valentine's weekend in the Big D for our last get away.  There are NO vacations planned for the rest of this year so we went all out.  We spent Saturday night in a really nice hotel and we both planned to get sleep.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  I didn't sleep at all that night.  I told you about this burst of energy I've got...not sure where it's coming from.  At 2:30 am I took a Tylenol PM (per on call doctor's advice from previous hospital stay) and even that didn't work.  I think it was a combination of being hot, pregnant, bed too soft, people next door being loud, and being a window away from downtown noisy Dallas.  Hello sirens at all hours of the night.  Woke up early to enjoy our awesome breakfast!  Then we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.albiernats.com/"&gt;Al Biernat's&lt;/a&gt; Restaurant for lunch!  GREAT restaurant!  Highly recommend it!  Thank you Lori for the tip and Heather for making the reservation for us.  We went to the movies to waste some time before we headed to the NBA All-Star Game at the new Dallas Cowboys Stadium in Arlington.  Let's just say I'm not a fan of the new stadium.  Glad we went and had a good time overall, but the stadium story would take all night.  We did get to see Usher, Gretchen Wilson, Shakira, and Alicia Keyes perform.  Glad we made it home safe and without a newborn!  Dr. T did not want me traveling or going out of town this late in pregnancy...but I just failed to remind her about that last week.  You know these contractions don't mean anything! lol!  Seriously, we kept our fingers crossed all weekend and did some heavy praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at 5 am Monday morning!  I was expecting a little more welcome from MC, but all I got was "Noooooo! Chachel! Chachel!"  Thank you Ray and Rachel for babysitting all weekend.  You were sorely missed on Monday!  We came home to 2 new and LAST teeth! Yay! We are done with teeth until they start falling out in a few years!  It explained her sleep problems in the last month but I don't think it explains her behavior.... she's just terrible at being 2!  hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving me some Mati Claire right now because every day is a "happy balentime" day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-8173095078557922707?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8173095078557922707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=8173095078557922707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8173095078557922707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/8173095078557922707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-d.html' title='The Big D'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5779778077641054046</id><published>2010-02-16T21:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:44:44.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow...and Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlCyHUeUI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ojY216a2bB8/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439052073466624322" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlCyHUeUI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ojY216a2bB8/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I should take that flag down...I've had enough!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlDvEQdII/AAAAAAAAA04/wfJHLhe3bio/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439052089828340866" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlDvEQdII/AAAAAAAAA04/wfJHLhe3bio/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlDF81qSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/PDZ8alIqlds/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439052078791371042" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlDF81qSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/PDZ8alIqlds/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlCejiwVI/AAAAAAAAA0g/5XuONuOw4tU/s1600-h/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439052068216291666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlCejiwVI/AAAAAAAAA0g/5XuONuOw4tU/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Saints won the Superbowl, Mississippi had its "big snow" last week (total of 4 times this winter). Hell has officially frozen over. I think we got close to 7 inches. So here are a few snow pics even though we weren't out there long. I kept slipping which made me nervous being preggo... and since I'm top heavy, I couldn't really enjoy helping and playing with Mati Claire. If I bent over, I could barely get back up. Matt made the quickest and sorriest excuse of a snowman ever but MC LOOOOOVED every minute of it! With every step she took she yelled "YAY!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5779778077641054046?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5779778077641054046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5779778077641054046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5779778077641054046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5779778077641054046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-it-snowand-go.html' title='Let it Snow...and Go!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tlCyHUeUI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ojY216a2bB8/s72-c/IMG_1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-3802918837978313364</id><published>2010-02-16T21:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:24:11.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Party III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tgUKU2GjI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EX1FDM60828/s1600-h/Superbowl20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046874465442354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tgUKU2GjI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EX1FDM60828/s400/Superbowl20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael, Carla, Meghan, and Brandon.  Thanks Michael for the spectacular wings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046687906315650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tgJTVrvYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/V8FgMiZRTL4/s400/Superbowl20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaytlin and Tiffany&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tgJHLxIGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/w9oRQJq6TKY/s1600-h/Superbowl20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046684643500130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tgJHLxIGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/w9oRQJq6TKY/s400/Superbowl20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babies due in March:  Macy Kate and Mattox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tf7P0xeAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qjJGFZwfoBw/s1600-h/Superbowl2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046446444804098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tf7P0xeAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qjJGFZwfoBw/s400/Superbowl2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrie, Lori, Candice, and Tiffany&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tf6x15k7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/LCfxdBPvL98/s1600-h/Superbowl20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046438396466098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tf6x15k7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/LCfxdBPvL98/s400/Superbowl20106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah and Jennifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tf6VtN7LI/AAAAAAAAAzw/hJvNyTHlugQ/s1600-h/Superbowl20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046430843858098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tf6VtN7LI/AAAAAAAAAzw/hJvNyTHlugQ/s400/Superbowl20104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How cute are these guys?  Jack looks like a mini-Brees!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We held our annual Superbowl Party (I know a little late posting). I always try to be fair since I'm not sure who is a fan of who. We had a great turnout this year with about 25 people and 12 kids. I was so busy watching the game and the house that I didn't have time to get my camera so I'm swiping these pics from Tiffany's Facebook page! Hope you don't mind Tiffany! We had a great time! WHO DAT??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-3802918837978313364?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3802918837978313364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=3802918837978313364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3802918837978313364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/3802918837978313364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl-party-iii.html' title='Superbowl Party III'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tgUKU2GjI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EX1FDM60828/s72-c/Superbowl20103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2527914971008930465</id><published>2010-02-16T20:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:03:49.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tY1nJ2OtI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pbcfk59_i14/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439038653046602450" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tY1nJ2OtI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pbcfk59_i14/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How cute is this shirt Gigi bought him???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tY1Mu79dI/AAAAAAAAAzg/XMTWjmqiNvY/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439038645954409938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tY1Mu79dI/AAAAAAAAAzg/XMTWjmqiNvY/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics from the baby shower my Sunday School class threw for me back in January. &lt;a href="http://www.simplyschoggen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pamela&lt;/a&gt; and I are due just a few days apart so Mattox and Macy will always be in the same class! Love Love Love all the gifts I got! Thank you again to everyone. I agree that boy clothes just aren't as much fun but I'm learning to love it.  Today I was on a mission to buy his "Easter/Mother's Day/Baby Dedication" outfit (after a Mistletoe Marketplace mishap). Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised when I found myself excited...no, stoked about his outfits! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having ALOT of contractions in the past 2 weeks. They don't hurt at all - just uncomfortable. After the first few woke me up at 2 am (flashback to Mati Claire) I went in and got sent home. They ruled out UTI, but told me I was possibly dehydrated... whatever - I drink plenty of water (back to actually craving it). But they also weren't so sure it was Braxton-Hicks because those should get better with rest, and at the time I only noticed them when I was resting. Now I notice them all the time resting or not. I've had 8 today so far. I'm scheduled for a section on March 12th as of right now...unless he comes early! We're just hoping to make it to March. I think he has cabin fever like the rest of us.  I never had any signs that Mati Claire was coming when she did.  In the last 2 weeks I've experienced him "drop," contractions, cramping, and even bloody noses...weird.  Then I've had a burst of energy this past weekend...even weirder.  &lt;em&gt;"She falls in a well, eyes go crossed, she gets kicked by a mule, they go back again...I don't know."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2527914971008930465?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2527914971008930465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2527914971008930465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2527914971008930465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2527914971008930465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S3tY1nJ2OtI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pbcfk59_i14/s72-c/IMG_1633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-1228636130097430833</id><published>2010-01-29T09:51:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:03:58.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes they are coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFvdmamMI/AAAAAAAAAzY/civfOcmF7ys/s1600-h/IMG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432191888496695490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFvdmamMI/AAAAAAAAAzY/civfOcmF7ys/s320/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFvIflukI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MKS38AarCsg/s1600-h/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432191882830920258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFvIflukI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MKS38AarCsg/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Closet; then still waiting on my new blue rocking chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFuo7l7mI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8JirwVX7gDE/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432191874358439522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFuo7l7mI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8JirwVX7gDE/s320/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Missing my diaper stacker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFuJ_KBCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tR7MnkhEhtY/s1600-h/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432191866051888162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFuJ_KBCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tR7MnkhEhtY/s320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFuZ-NIKI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EaIQZeF0b7c/s1600-h/IMG_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432191870342865058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFuZ-NIKI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EaIQZeF0b7c/s320/IMG_0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The crib bumper is too tall for the mattress' highest setting...hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MEsE4zotI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FsVZChTj9H8/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432190730811712210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MEsE4zotI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FsVZChTj9H8/s320/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MEsYbCxMI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-mPq7DWfl1w/s1600-h/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432190736055583938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MEsYbCxMI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-mPq7DWfl1w/s320/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MC's new closet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MEr-W9nAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4cKSw0-AIC0/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432190729059146754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MEr-W9nAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4cKSw0-AIC0/s320/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look at that fabulous crib moved upstairs!  Thank you honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are finished moving stuff for the most part...for now at least.  Still missing a few things.  But overall its working for us.  This week has been a little stressful.  Once again, when one thing breaks the whole house falls apart.  In the last few months, we have had to replace or repair the washing machine, freezer, sink disposal, doorbells, dishwasher, and now the ice maker.  I never realized how much I value my dishwasher.  They are ordering a part which took a week last time.  I barely have time to load the dishwasher now I actually have to wash them by hand??? ha! ;)  Boy are we spoiled.  Matt comes home tonight!  People keep asking me how I've handled MC on my own - seriously - it's not any different than when he is here working.  Guess I single parent more than I thought.  I'm not bashing Matt though - its just when someone works nights - no one else understands and it works for us.  But I am glad he's coming home because I've talked to him on the phone for all of 5 minutes in the last week.  We are celebrating my SIL and FIL's birthday this weekend.  Happy Birthday Rachel and Papaw!  &lt;/span&gt;I had a wonderful baby shower this past weekend.  Thank you everyone!  6 weeks and counting down!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-1228636130097430833?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1228636130097430833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=1228636130097430833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1228636130097430833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/1228636130097430833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/01/changes-they-are-coming.html' title='Changes they are coming'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S2MFvdmamMI/AAAAAAAAAzY/civfOcmF7ys/s72-c/IMG_0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-2672401082888391326</id><published>2010-01-23T17:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:01:19.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New, blue, and improved</title><content type='html'>I was going to post pictures of our progress the past 2 weeks - but decided it just wouldn't do justice until all the finishing touches have been added.  MC is upstairs and Mattox has the beginning of a nursery!  It is truly shocking.  Poor Matt had to move her crib while he suffers from an eye infection, fever blister, and the sinus crud.  My Dad is the greatest!  He helped me out since Matt is working constantly this month and then leaving for his ski trip in a few days.   Overall we have moved rugs, closets, shoe racks, cribs, guard rails, bedding, wall decor, chairs, curtain rods, drapes, lamps, baby gear, and washed everything in sight.  The new crib was shorted a few parts so we are waiting to finish putting it together - very disappointing after I bought a new mattress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost 1/2 pound at my doctor's appointment last week - so she took me off the no sugar diet and told me I could eat as much as I wanted as often as possible!  Even gave me permission to eat an entire birthday cake!  Yes, unfortunately I turned 31 this past Tuesday.  Man do I feel old.  Anyway, the dr is going to do another sonogram next week to remeasure baby Mattox because my belly is not measuring correctly.  She didn't seemed too concerned but wanted to double check - which always leaves me wondering if I should be worried or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the baby shower tomorrow!  Thank you Tyanne for hosting!  At first I was a little disappointed in the "boy decor" as far as clothes and blue stuff...but I am really excited now and can't wait for him to get here!  The trains, dogs, pirates, cowboys, trucks, and airplanes are starting to rub off on me.  Question to those of you that have boy girl combos:  Does your girl beat up on your boy?  I saw a little girl in the store today literally beating her little brother up and it bothered me.  I know older sisters fight with their little sisters too but I guess I got a sneak peak maybe or a mental image of the future with 2 children???  Disturbing.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-2672401082888391326?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2672401082888391326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=2672401082888391326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2672401082888391326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/2672401082888391326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blue-and-improved.html' title='New, blue, and improved'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-5656882416727496374</id><published>2010-01-10T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:15:35.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic at the Disco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it time to panic yet? Mattox has NO nursery yet. But I have to get Mati Claire OUT of her room and upstairs before I can move him IN. And he will be here in 8-9 weeks. So I'm on a mission this week and next. Not only do I have to decide on her "big girl" room but also the bathroom that they will eventually share. We have a 'jack-and-jill' bathroom upstairs and how do you coordinate girl/boy matching bathroom decor? Still searching.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've cleaned out MC's future closet: Yes, that's not even all of it. And that's just clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0qi3KR8s-I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z64DTuM8Dlg/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327769657324514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0qi3KR8s-I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z64DTuM8Dlg/s320/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby steps doesn't even begin to describe how slow her room is progressing. She has no furniture AT THE MOMENT since Mattox is inheriting her old furniture.  Furniture is still up for debate.  MC is still in HER crib - not his.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0qi2lnWK3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/5qFQBgoKKfg/s1600-h/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327759814962034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0qi2lnWK3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/5qFQBgoKKfg/s320/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the real pressure set in. After cleaning out the 'baby closet' the other day, I came across this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0qi2wqUQdI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Bl5Sh5qiuZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327762780209618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0qi2wqUQdI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Bl5Sh5qiuZ0/s320/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this not the scariest picture in the world? If that doesn't bring home panic I don't know what will. Except maybe a picture of my breastpump. I keep it in clear view at all times to remind me that he will be here SOON and for me to get off the couch and do something about it. I began nesting last week. That is one of the funniest things about pregnancy to me. I scrub my shower every day...like cleaning it with bleach and 2 heavy duty scrub brushes. I cleaned out the mother of all baby closets. If anyone is having a garage sale in the future (like this summer maybe) please let me know and I will join you!  To add more panic, I have 2 trips to Brookhaven planned and I can't cope with all this stress without some sugar in my diet!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-5656882416727496374?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5656882416727496374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=5656882416727496374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5656882416727496374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/5656882416727496374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/01/panic-at-disco.html' title='Panic at the Disco'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0qi3KR8s-I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z64DTuM8Dlg/s72-c/IMG_0193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-370800523591821095</id><published>2010-01-06T21:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:58:52.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2010?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past month has flown by so fast! We're already planning my birthday weekend, Superbowl weekend, Valentines weekend, and of course the big delivery weekend. Matt's ski trip is coming up. Make the time stop! The nursery is nowhere near ready...actually non-existent, we are still planning to move MC upstairs very soon (maybe next week), and I'm just not that ready to get cut open again. I pray this time goes smoother... starting to get nervous and anxious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutting the sugar out of my diet is HARD! I consider myself somewhat educated when it comes to diabetes, but seriously - what do diabetics eat??? that tastes good? I do have to admit that I feel so much better and I'm sleeping better since I have cut down. Still eating carbs though... and I feel like I'm dieting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I would never advertise this in a million years except I've had several people ask me recently. I registered at &lt;a href="http://www.babiesrus.com/"&gt;Babies-R-Us &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.rhbabyandchild.com/"&gt;Restoration Hardware&lt;/a&gt;. The latter is where I got his bedding. Lovin' it! But by no means is this a request for a baby gift.  Just FYI.  I've got the best gift in the world and I couldn't ask for more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0VaVzbirBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/z4JTl4eCwPY/s1600-h/rhnurserypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423840656867109906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0VaVzbirBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/z4JTl4eCwPY/s400/rhnurserypic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone is staying warm and had a wonderful New Years!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096644104686984286-370800523591821095?l=mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/feeds/370800523591821095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096644104686984286&amp;postID=370800523591821095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/370800523591821095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096644104686984286/posts/default/370800523591821095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandcarriemiley.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010.html' title='It&apos;s 2010?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360824351339310338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/STNi29CHGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jJhl9vA5psI/S220/Carrie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/S0VaVzbirBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/z4JTl4eCwPY/s72-c/rhnurserypic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096644104686984286.post-1168940032942389438</id><published>2009-12-31T10:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:29:08.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last but not Least</title><content type='html'>Here's just one of my favorite things from 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/SzzeDYNwUjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/84sZec6jshc/s1600-h/babyboy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421452201068352050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/SzzeDYNwUjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/84sZec6jshc/s400/babyboy6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probably the best picture we got.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/SzzeDrPTsRI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dgqqfLkREV0/s1600-h/babyboy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421452206175138066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/SzzeDrPTsRI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dgqqfLkREV0/s400/babyboy7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waving to us! I know these pics can be a little scary (that's cord over on the right). The fluid and cord can distort the images so they aren't as clear as people would like...but you get the idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/SzzeI1B0VfI/AAAAAAAAAx4/BY4ZjDa4L4A/s1600-h/babyboy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421452294702257650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/SzzeI1B0VfI/AAAAAAAAAx4/BY4ZjDa4L4A/s400/babyboy8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right hand up by his ear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTc6qR7KMXE/Szzc1Q4s4fI/AAAAAAAAAxg/V0C-_-eWy_Q/s1600-h/babyboy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGG
