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day'/><category term='meatloaf'/><category term='stretch oil'/><category term='giggle'/><category term='crying'/><category term='armstrong floors'/><category term='stretch'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='boogie wipes'/><category term='Playoff Chili'/><category term='visual changes'/><category term='Wii Fit'/><category term='vaccinate'/><category term='low rise'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='moaning'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='puking'/><category term='baby poo'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='hospitals'/><category term='being a kid'/><category term='chicken dinner'/><category term='cpk'/><category term='baby talk'/><category term='dinosaurs'/><category term='women'/><category term='2preppygirls'/><category term='midwife'/><category term='children'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='doppler'/><category term='con leche watch'/><category term='margaritas'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='tantrums'/><category term='transverse'/><category term='injections'/><category term='after kids'/><category term='taiwan'/><category term='food'/><category term='dinner inlaws'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='submissive wife'/><category term='feist 1 2 3 4'/><category term='party ideas'/><category term='feet'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Cowboy Boots &amp; Baby Booties</title><subtitle type='html'>Life Adventures of a SAHM to soon-to-be 5</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No....I didn't find out if we are having a boy or girl (March 14...countdown begins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about Pink Eye....you know the fun stuff....those green boogery gorgeous eyes....where your children wake up screaming they are blind because they can't open their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enter Reid....and then he gave the gift to Lily.  It's not pretty around here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the rest of us are freaking out at every itch of our eyes....Last night hubs cracked me up b/c he said "Ohhh nooo I just touched my eye....ohhh no I'm soooo gonna get it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a txt from oldest child at school telling me his eyes itched....then he txt back no they were fine....then he txt he thought they looked swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you see someone with bugs crawling on them....you think they are crawling on you and start itching too....it's contagious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to all of that....the 2 lil ones have nasty coughs (raises hand too) and the pretty ugly nose that constantly runs green rivers.  Oh add to that...a fever....swollen glands....yep we got it all here!  Nothing but a party over here.  (calgon save me.....b/c night time sucks around here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got dr's appt this morning for both.....hoping they can FIX my kids since Dude's birthday is Wednesday....and his party (that I have ohhh so been getting ready for) is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note....just got back from doc.  No strep...no rsv....just pink eye (doh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a few of you were asking about the Laminator I used for my preschool folder projects....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6790680847/" title="41fkT8bHuYL._SL500_AA300_ by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6790680847_0421c0ecb5.jpg" alt="41fkT8bHuYL._SL500_AA300_" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is on sale on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Scotch-Thermal-Laminator-Inches-TL901/dp/B0010JEJPC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1327947931&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; for a great price of $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a whole lot of pouches at Target....wallet to 4x6 size to the 8x11 size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the stuff I've been making....I am still searching for Opposite stuff and a clock...Lily is obsessed with clocks (geez wonder where she gets that haha) and what the hands are pointing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6790712881/" title="IMG_1851 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6790712881_9aa55c48f1_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1851" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6790714693/" title="IMG_1852 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6790714693_fc65276db5_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1852" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6790716261/" title="IMG_1853 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6790716261_cd3f4cbb8d_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1853" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6790717775/" title="IMG_1854 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7024/6790717775_6f89f30b5c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1854" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the prettiest folders considering the fact that I had to tape the objects down.  No glue was working on the laminate.  But Lily is happy with them.  I think Reid and baby 6 will too!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1299852452351771051-1265492095410002102?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1265492095410002102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1265492095410002102&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1265492095410002102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1265492095410002102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/pinky-pink-pink.html' title='Pinky Pink Pink'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-3392492057106896637</id><published>2012-01-25T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:36:18.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Gas, Elephant Poop, and Table Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6760750489/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6760750489_55b497eaef_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know that an elephant poos 80 lbs of poo a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know a cow produces 200 times more gas than a person a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know you lose brain cells every time you sneeze (I'm still wondering about that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Pinterest we will know all the answers to these and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who doesn't like to have your kids talking about their day?  Or just talking in general.  We have family dinner every single night between 5:15-5:30.  I usually ask the kids what good and bad thing happened that day but sometimes I get the old  "Nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a friend pin "jar of questions" on Pinterest and I was intrigued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So off I went and printed out as many as I could (until my eyes crossed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are not all trivia questions (although those are my favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some are to get'cha thinking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For instance....one said..."You are on your way to work and see a cat drowning in the lake....If you stop you will be late for work and you remember your boss said if you are late one more time you will be fired.  What do you do?"  Now this is soooo not a question for ppl who hate cats is it?  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still debating on whether or not a cockroach can live for weeks with it's head cut off....I mean it's not like I'm gonna get a cockroach and experiment to see if it's right or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are looking for fun table talk....I suggest you head over and print this fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/178666310186816110/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/149463281353070635_MlnYyZTD_c.jpg" border="0" height="110" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://www.howdoesshe.com/category/love-her-family/family-time/family-dinner-questions"&gt;howdoesshe.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/cowboybootsbaby/" target="_blank"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also been a busy bee printing and laminating Preschool Folder activities for Miss Thang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6760753851/" title="IMG_1802 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6760753851_0994197272_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1802" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6760749231/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6760749231_5a7cae6676_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pinterest you beautiful beautiful thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also Thank You Lord for the rain....been raining since 5pm last night....look at the greenbelt.....it's flooded!  Good day.....we need those rivers to swell!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6760867521/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6760867521_b7418940c7_z.jpg" alt="4" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite days are gray rainy ones....Nothing like snuggling at home with your little babies!&lt;/span&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/1299852452351771051-3392492057106896637?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/3392492057106896637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=3392492057106896637&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3392492057106896637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3392492057106896637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/cow-gas-elephant-poop-and-table-talk.html' title='Cow Gas, Elephant Poop, and Table Talk'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1693394835681937223</id><published>2012-01-24T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:20:33.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Cravings....Family At My Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thing with pregnancy cravings is that my family is at my craving mercy since I am the one that does all the cooking.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 weeks yesterday...time is flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week I was thumbing through my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoards&lt;/span&gt; of magazines and I ran across this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6754839979/" title="IMG_1800 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6754839979_e0144bf503_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1800" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of the sudden I was hit....you know the kind of hit where you want to cry about food....I mean I know it sounds so silly....but that dish was all I could think about.   I wanted that food and I wanted it now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I'm not even a big sausage fan...unless it's ground mixed with beef for my meatballs or loaf).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night I prepared that dish and let me just tell you....from the first bite I was shouting with joy!  Score for pregnant chick.  Yes I went for 2nds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and might even have pulled some into a dish for my lunch today when no one was looking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I mention I WILL be making it again next week.  I can't help it ....it was that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So print the recipe...(off the Johnsonville site mind you) and getta cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6754837489/" title="IMG_1799 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6754837489_9619a170f6_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1799" height="413" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only difference in the recipe....I added chopped onion to the bell pepper.  The bell pepper totally made the dish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Countdown to Mini Me's birthday.  2 more days.  She delivered her invites yesterday and they turned out so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried my hardest to get the balloons to float....but no matter what paper I used the darn cones were just too heavy and weighed it down.  So we ended up putting then on sticks too and tying tulle to the bottom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The look on the girls faces when she went knocking at their door was cute.  They would smile so big!!!  I hope her party is a bigger success than last year....since everyone cancelled last minute .....and the only girl that did show was over 1 hr late.  (deep sigh)  Thankfully she has a better group of friends this year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Mini Me with her Invites.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6755119457/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6755119457_9cbf7ec940_z.jpg" alt="2" height="477" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/1299852452351771051-1693394835681937223?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1693394835681937223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1693394835681937223&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1693394835681937223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1693394835681937223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/pregnancy-cravingsfamily-at-my-mercy.html' title='Pregnancy Cravings....Family At My Mercy'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2020899328248614049</id><published>2012-01-23T09:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:17:56.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Planning Mode....Fun Ideas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't realize how crazy it could be having 2 kids that have birthdays just 5 days apart.  Mini Me's is first....I can still remember her telling me NOT to have Reid on her birthday.  Good thing I complied huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Friday after school she is having an Ice Cream Parlour/Soda Shoppe Party.  Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for some great ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Invitations looked something like this photo on the right....(I'm putting the invitation inside the balloon...they have to pop it to get it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/178666310186841063/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/121526889914564971_HAyOrlkI_c.jpg" width="554" border="0" height="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(118, 131, 139);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://www.spearmintbaby.com/2011/02/ice-cream-parlour-birthday-party/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spearmintbaby&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/cowboybootsbaby/" target="_blank"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a gorgeous table display for the party too.....Thanks again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/178666310186852138/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/176836722838076308_wCNB8Wy4_c.jpg" width="554" border="0" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(118, 131, 139);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://www.ucreateparties.com/search/label/birthday%20party%20-%20neutral"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ucreateparties&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/cowboybootsbaby/" target="_blank"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm loving the sign and print of this party too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/83527768058609810/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/83527768058609810_le6vLflf_c.jpg" width="405" border="0" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(118, 131, 139);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://eatdrinkchic.com/post.cfm/diy-ice-cream-parlour-make-your-own-sundaes-buffet-concept-for-wedding-or-party"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eatdrinkchic&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/emilee4/" target="_blank"&gt;Emilee&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a difficult time finding banana split boats containers last minute...any ideas of where you have seen some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dude......I decided against the Tractor theme and I'm going with farm.....Here is what I came up with for the invites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I printed the info on a farm card.....then layered it with burlap and rolled up and tied with ribbon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6749176313/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6749176313_2130e1d3a7_z.jpg" alt="1" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I tied that all up in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bandana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and tied to a stick for a little hobo bag.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6749177117/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6749177117_3c078f3ec0_z.jpg" alt="1" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love little Dude's face....he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; happy (he's always happy)  I love his scrunched up face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hobo sacks were a fun way to deliver the invites door to door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start decorating....all the 'food' is farm related .....I love parties!&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/1299852452351771051-2020899328248614049?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2020899328248614049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2020899328248614049&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2020899328248614049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2020899328248614049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/party-planning-modefun-ideas.html' title='Party Planning Mode....Fun Ideas....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-191299707115880374</id><published>2012-01-19T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:51:20.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Tooth Is Killing Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6725728733/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6725728733_62f1e0eacd_z.jpg" alt="1" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Wednesday....(I know you need no reminding...maybe I do) and you know that meant dinner with the inlaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made French Dip sandwiches.....there is just something about a massive piece of beef slow cooking in broth and onion soup all day that gets your mouth a water'n.  Or when you shred that beef and put it on gorgeous fresh soft sub rolls and melt some swiss (or provolone) over it.....and dip them in the juices...mmmmm.  I was even craving salt and vinegar chips....so that made the perfect side kick.  It was all about me yesterday or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert I had been craving that picture on the side of the nilla wafer box....you know the one....with the eggnog eclair on the side...Well I didn't want Eggnog....I wanted a toasted coconut eclair.  (think coconut cream pie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does any pregnant chick do?  She makes 2....(well I had to anyways....we've got a crowd to feed and I'm glad I made two...there was none left)  I made a regular (none eggnog) and  coconut one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet goodness if I hadn't died and gone to heaven when I sampled them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you need.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div id="ingredients"&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="table-row-gray"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;                  &lt;div class="desc"&gt;1 pkg. (8 oz.) &lt;span class="ingredientNodeInner"&gt;PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="table-row"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;                  &lt;div class="desc"&gt;2 cups cold milk&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="table-row-gray"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;                  &lt;div class="desc"&gt;1 pkg. (3.4 oz.) &lt;span class="ingredientNodeInner"&gt;JELL-O Vanilla Flavor Instant Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 tub (8 oz.) COOL WHIP Whipped Topping, thawed, divided        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="table-row"&gt;&lt;div class="column1"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="table-row-gray"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;                  &lt;div class="desc"&gt;78 &lt;span class="ingredientNodeInner"&gt;NILLA Wafers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="table-row"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;                  &lt;div class="desc"&gt;2 squares BAKER'S Semi-Sweet Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;coconut extract&lt;br /&gt;shredded coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span rel="v:instructions"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;BEAT &lt;/strong&gt;cream cheese in large bowl with mixer until  creamy.  Gradually beat in milk.  Add dry pudding mix, coconut extract; beat 2 min.  Gently stir in 1-1/2 cups COOL WHIP and a handful of coconut.(I think it was close to about 3/4 cup...I was eyeballing) &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;LINE &lt;/strong&gt;9x5-inch loaf pan with plastic wrap.   Arrange 15 wafers, top-sides down, on bottom of pan; cover with 1/4 of  the pudding mixture.  Repeat layers 3 times.  Top with 15 of the   remaining wafers.  Refrigerate 3 hours.      &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;INVERT &lt;/strong&gt;dessert onto plate; remove plastic wrap.   Microwave chocolate and 1 cup of the remaining COOL WHIP in  microwaveable bowl on HIGH 25 sec.; stir until chocolate is completely  melted and mixture is well blended. add tbsp of coconut.  Mix well.  Cool 1 min.  Pour over dessert.   Garnish with remaining COOL WHIP and wafers.  Toast some coconut under your broiler and sprinkle on top of that....(yes I like coconut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you are not a fan of coconut (shame on you) then just omit all the extract and shredded coconut steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chocolate topping was sinfully good....I was shocked at how sweet/bitter it tasted and complimented the dessert perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish my picture was better....but I only remembered when there was a small section left....boo to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really need to watch my sweets/carbs.  I've decided I'll have carbs at one meal a day and sweets every Wednesday.  This way I don't deny myself and binge AND can hopefully keep my weight gain down this pregnancy.  So far I haven't gained a lb.  (granted I started 10 lbs heavier so I HAD BETTER NOT HAVE GAINED)  I usually ALWAYS gain 40 lbs...10 the first 10 weeks.  My midwife said it was possible to only gain 15....but I would really have to watch my carbs and  make sure I eat low to moderate foods on the glycemic chart and keep my liquids to waters and tea.  Today I have failed already.....(deep sigh)  I had toast and nutella for breakfast....(I suck)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm wondering where all the other pregnant momma's are this time around....the last time I was pregnant (points to Dude) there were 4 other momma's on my street and a handful bloggy friends.....am I alone this time around?  Share the bump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-191299707115880374?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/191299707115880374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=191299707115880374&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/191299707115880374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/191299707115880374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/my-sweet-tooth-is-killing-me.html' title='My Sweet Tooth Is Killing Me'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7068565274900254260</id><published>2012-01-18T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:05:00.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Hero = Code for You're a Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6719942383/" title="Cartoon-Super-Glue by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6719942383_0486639544.jpg" alt="Cartoon-Super-Glue" width="472" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we told our friends....(or pretty much everyone) that we were  expecting baby #6,  a bunch of people kept saying I was their hero.   What did that even mean?  Hero for what?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally had to ask everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is that just code for "You're a freak for having 6 kids..better you than me"???  kind of hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone says it takes patience to have lots of  kids....nope just organization.  There are plenty of days I have zero  patience for anything.  Just like anyone with 1 or 10 kids.  Sometimes  there are just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; days.  I  find that if I can keep the routine then the house can run smoothly.   None of the kids have to ask what they need to be doing or when is  dinner...b/c those things happen at same time everyday.  (ok some days  have hiccups...one needs to be able to go with the flow too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say I  must have come from a huge family myself.  Nope....My mom just had my older brother (by 2 yrs) and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I must have always wanted a big family....Nope, never really  gave it much thought....I just really love being a mommy and each baby  has been a blessing when he/she comes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They say I must be totally loaded.....Nope far from it....Where some  families go on exotic vacations with their hubs and 2 kids every winter  or summer....or where their kids wear all the designer labels....or they  go on dates every weekend with their spouse....or they get to drive the  latest flashy pretty new car...Nope...not me.  I figure those things  will come later in life for me.  Right now I instill different kind of  life things...I'm instilling family fun....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love having a pack of kids surrounding me....You know it's  funny...when I see a mom with 4 or more kids I think "wow...that's a lot  of kids".    Then I have to stop and smack my head.....ummm hello Laura...you're about to have 6.  I guess it just doesn't phase me that I've got a lot of little rugrats....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had my first midwife appt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everything went lovely!!  Nothing like hearing that precious baby's  heart beating....telling you there is yet again another sweet life  you've created living inside you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The visit was definitely a hoot.  I'm very grateful my midwives love all  'their' babies as much as they do.  My little ones were having a ball  in the room with us.  Reid was sitting on my chest during half of my  exam.....and the other half Betty blew up some hand gloves and the kids  played with their "turkeys"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to another 4 weeks when little bean is heard again....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mark your calendars....March 14th (I'm sure I'll be reminding you  again)....but in 8 weeks we get to see how big Little Bean is and find  out if I'm growing a Cowgirl or Cowboy....(looks like from the poll the  girls are winning)&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/1299852452351771051-7068565274900254260?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7068565274900254260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7068565274900254260&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7068565274900254260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7068565274900254260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/youre-my-hero-code-for-youre-freak.html' title='You&apos;re My Hero = Code for You&apos;re a Freak'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4028018208481201009</id><published>2012-01-17T08:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:20:00.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Us + 10 = Chaos</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a holiday for school, so my neighbor next door....(you know the one with 5 kids also) and I decided to use this holiday to our advantage and schedule a little "Mom's Lunch sans kids" time.  We planned it weeks in advance and were giddy with excitement that the day was fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may or may not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; a few times a day since Friday with the countdown of how many days until our 'girls lunch'.  We may or may not have talked about it for days on end too.  We may or may not get out that much (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of we both agreed we would try to get the babies down so our big kids would only have the 3 yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; to contend with.  Well as luck would have it...her baby wanted to go down super early and mine wouldn't go down at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter daddy to the rescue.  (remember he works from home....and hers was home too this day)  So my sweet hubs plucked Dude Friend from my arms and said..."hurry go eat and have fun....."  Don't have to tell me twice.  Her family decided to play a joke on her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; the baby woke and she needed to come back....(5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; after leaving) ...Hardy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to lunch...and we sat and dined on chips and salsa...and fajitas and chatted....We may or may not have talked about our kids.  I mean heck fire ...we have 5 of them.  I'm in the process of convincing her to jump on the 6 kids wagon and they are all for it....so hopefully she won't be too far behind us.  (gotta keep the crazy crazy between us you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; me as we were paying to ask if we were almost done......and added Reid was doing great.  (well then maybe we should stay a little longer right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home Mini Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; me again to let me know there was a cop car in front of our house and it looked like he was on a stake out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I should panic or giggle at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; back and asked if she answered the door.....she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we drove up I assumed we'd find a swarm of cop cars....but instead nothing.   Mini Me was on the porch ready to go and play (since she worked so hard watching hubs babysit the small ones) and Tara's hubs was standing on the porch waiting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny part of the story?  It was her house that called 911 on accident.  (that's what happens when you've got 5 kids and a vacant phone lying around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of her boys heard the cop telling her husband that the call came from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;landline&lt;/span&gt;.  The boys misunderstood and though the cop was talking about there being Land Mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you there is never a dull moment with us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a days fun in our families.  Glad to know I'm not alone in this raising multiple kids thingy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-4028018208481201009?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4028018208481201009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4028018208481201009&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4028018208481201009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4028018208481201009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/us-10-chaos.html' title='Us + 10 = Chaos'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7872248046650398276</id><published>2012-01-13T08:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:22:46.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations Between a Husband and the Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am tired lately....and it only has a little to do with being pregnant and having Reid wake up still once a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mainly blame the hubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His snoring is getting really bad lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually in bed before him....(I can't keep my eyes open past 9 sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanders in after midnight.....I'm asleep....but yet I hear him come in .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't the problem either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's he falls asleep before I can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fun begins.  I'm usually up listening to his construction site.  That's what it sounds like....jack hammers....or drills....or ur dentist suction thingy.....but magnified like you are in an action scene in a movie at the theatre.  Where the surround sound is coming at you from all sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sit....and I stare and I will him to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shove him....I shake him....(I might even think ugly things in my head)....I roll him....I even try and wake him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING ....USELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I sit for close to 3 hrs in tears every night dying for sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to have Reid wake up and off I go to soothe him back down....to return to the construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually after 5ish his snoring gets quieter.  Well that's fine and dandy, but I have to get up by 6:50 for the older kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dragging my feet....each morning and hit a brick wall by noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does any wife do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talks to hubs about the snoring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "I can't take it anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:  "Not my problem I'm asleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "Exactly.....YOU ARE ASLEEP"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:  "You should try it....close your eyes and sleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "I do....but you are so loud you wake up 5 counties"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:  "I don't see your problem...b/c if you were asleep you wouldn't hear me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "How can I get to sleep with the fog horn blaring to guide ships in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:  "again .....I'm sleeping just fine....you need to just go to sleep b/c if you were sleeping you wouldn't hear me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he always think it's that simple? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note....Lily was calling for her llama last night.  I could hear her walking around the house calling for llama.  She came to ask me if I had seen  her llama ....that he was missing....hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found her llama....Reid.  Haha  I love watching them play together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday....Here's to quiet weekend of sleep...(fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-7872248046650398276?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7872248046650398276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7872248046650398276&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7872248046650398276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7872248046650398276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/conversations-between-husband-and-wife.html' title='Conversations Between a Husband and the Wife'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8051969971126265723</id><published>2012-01-11T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:46:11.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always About Her....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6679477045/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6679477045_41f1f1a122_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I forgot to brush her teeth the other night....I mean come on it can happen...the house is a crazy mad mess after 7.  (anywho...I'm making excuses for my bad parenting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I told Lily we needed to get in there and brush her toothies or they would fall out.  Her response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's ok mommy....the tooth fairy will bring me lots of money for my teef.  I'm never gonna brush them again then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ummmm that wasn't what I was going for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily...this girl is always telling me she loves me....and that I'm her bestest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "Mommy ....I love you very much.  You're my bestest gurl e-va.  Now look away....I need to sneak into the pantry and get candy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have to wonder why it is she is telling me I'm her bestest girl....there's usually an alterior motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my favorite....You remember we co-sleep with this little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me....sleeping peacefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily:  "Mommy .......Mommy......You awake?  Here smell my breath....(blows)  Was that stinky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake I'm awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-8051969971126265723?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8051969971126265723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8051969971126265723&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8051969971126265723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8051969971126265723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/its-always-about-her.html' title='It&apos;s Always About Her....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1293653317898313067</id><published>2012-01-09T08:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:49:35.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellany Monday...and Giveaway Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" hspace="none" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Carissa says, "Write Random and Link up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. Winner Winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.random.org/widgets/integers/iframe.php?title=True+Random+Number+Generator&amp;amp;buttontxt=Generate&amp;amp;width=160&amp;amp;height=200&amp;amp;border=on&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23FFFFFF&amp;amp;txtcolor=%23777777&amp;amp;altbgcolor=%23CCCCFF&amp;amp;alttxtcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;defaultmin=1&amp;amp;defaultmax=44&amp;amp;fixed=on" longdesc="http://www.random.org/integers/" frameborder="0" height="200" scrolling="no" width="160"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;The numbers generated by this widget come from RANDOM.ORG's true random number generator.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 Sweet &lt;a href="http://ashleyscarnivalride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley over at Ashley's Carnival Ride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731179290234082631" rel="nofollow"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ooh fun! I like Shabby Apple on FB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;January 5, 2012 4:17 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats Ashley!!!  Contact me with your info......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I don't know why the # of the winner didn't show up on my image...Hubs was my witness...I assumed I followed the directions right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two.  Bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And not the ants or roaches kind.  Don't I wish....nope, we were lucky enough to have Mr Tummy Bug come to our house&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;.  And Mrs cough and nasty nose too.  I tell you this winter has been no fun and it's really not even that cold this year.  It was quite lovely having oldest child stay home Thursday and Friday... just not the clean up!  The house seems to be on the mend.....stop by at your own risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three.  Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I'm 10 weeks today....the same # of weeks when I went for my check up and found out I lost the baby (before Reid)   I tell myself something is wrong again b/c I don't feel pregnant ...other than the "feet dragging passing out teeth grinding" tired.  Other than that...I feel normal.  Which always has me freaking out.  I go next Tuesday for my appt I have mixed feelings.  All I want for her to say is...Yep there's the heartbeat...all is well, but it seems like yesterday I was hearing the words...."I'm sorry, but I think there is something wrong"   I need to learn to settle and not worry so much.  Easier said than done, but it's the not knowing and waiting that makes these first 12 weeks so hard.  I hoped going in for the ultrasound a few weeks ago would calm my fears...and it did..for a bit..... we need a window to peek inside whenever we want to make us mommy's settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;four.  Clippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day Lily and I were playing beauty salon.  I sit in the floor and she gets all the brushes and sprays and bows to make me pretty.  She said she was going to get the 'clippy' to fix my hair.  I assumed she meant clips....I can hear her coming up behind me saying something like "yea I've got clippy...now I'll fix your hair".  Something made me turn around just as she was 6" from me with the scissors opening and closing.  WOOHOO...that was a close one.  Imagine if I didn't turn?  I would be sporting a really short do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;five.  Mini Me and Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both have birthday's coming up....Mini Me's birthday is in 17 days  (she keeps reminding me daily of the updated countdown)  I am running out of themes for her...I think we might do an after school Ice Cream Sundae Bar.  She has already requested some decorated cookies to take to school.  Aww her last year of Elementary...when you can take treats on your birthday.  Sad she's growing up....what happened to my sweet little 4 yr old?  For Dude I was going to do the tractor theme...but modified it to a barnyard theme.  Send ideas my way please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;six.  Aunts and Uncles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Aunt and Uncle are coming to visit me this weekend.  I am thrilled...I can't even imagine how long it's been since I've last seen them...and I'm really excited they get to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my kids (how sad I can't remember if they have met any)  I was telling the kids who was coming.  And of course I get the ...."wow you still have aunts and uncles...."  ugh...Yes kids...ALL OF MOMMY'S AUNTS AND UNCLES ARE STILL LIVING.  (thankfully)  I tried to explain they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; parents age...but I think that goes right over their heads.  I mean anything older than 30 is ancient right?!.......I must say I am thrilled....I need to whip out my recipes and wow them with something yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;six.  Peppa Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily has another new obsession.  I have to agree....I love Peppa...her accent is adorable and it's especially  fun hearing their different words for things and having a discussion with Lily about them...ie a shopping buggy is a trolley.  Lift for elevator.  Wellies for rainboots .....  The other day we were at the grocery store and Lily pointed to some Tomatoes and said it just like Peppa.....I had a huge giggle...Funny how she picked up Peppa's accent for the red fruit/veg and thinks that is the correct accent for it.  I don't think I'll correct her...I think hearing "toe-ma-toe" sounds much prettier.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;seven.  Poll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;Upper right corner of blog you'll see a cowgirl/cowboy poll.  The cowgirls are winning...place your bets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-1293653317898313067?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1293653317898313067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1293653317898313067&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1293653317898313067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1293653317898313067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/miscellany-mondayand-giveaway-winner.html' title='Miscellany Monday...and Giveaway Winner'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-531694485032195603</id><published>2012-01-08T19:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:11:31.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabby Apple Giveaway Ending Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't forget about the Shabby Apple giveaway ending in a few hours.  Hurry to enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/shabby-apple-giveaway_04.html"&gt;Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/1299852452351771051-531694485032195603?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/531694485032195603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=531694485032195603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/531694485032195603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/531694485032195603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/shabby-apple-giveaway-ending-soon.html' title='Shabby Apple Giveaway Ending Soon...'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7084955061731680658</id><published>2012-01-06T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:30:41.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creamy Blueberry Banana Dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6643856047/" title="1  by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6643856047_13b3291375_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had totally forgotten about this recipe....it was stashed in the back  of my dessert card file.  I have so many recipe boxes or folders or  clipping around that I totally need to get organized this year and bust a  system out.  I can't part with some of my actual handwritten recipe  cards though....they have history/memories/sentimental value.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearing Wednesday dinner with the Inlaws and I needed a dessert.   I thought blueberry....which had me thinking fruity....which had me  thinking cream cheese....which made a light bulb go off to remind me of  this dessert.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure it has an actual name....nor can I remember where I got this...(from a person not a book)  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hadn't made it in years, but knew it was a favorite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST MAKE IT.....everyone went in for 2nds if not 3rds.  That's when  you know you have a winner on your hands.  Simple ingredients Simple to  prepare...what more can you ask for?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Blueberry Banana Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1 pkg Pecan Sandies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3-4 bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;8 0z cream cheese (softened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1 1/4 cup powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1 tsp lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1/2 pint cool whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;blueberry pie filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Mix:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;cream cheese, powered sugar, lemon juice, and vanilla until smooth.  Fold in cool whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In a 9x13 layer pecan cookies on the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;top with banana slices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;top with cream cheese mixture (I've even thought about doubling for extra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*dollop cream cheese all over top and then spread together.  Go slow ....takes a few mins to spread*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Spread blueberry pie filling before serving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I like to make  mine the day before.....and I put the pie filling in the fridge too.  I  will spread the filling before I serve...(I like things cold)  The  flavors overnight have a chance to marry ...and the cookies soften a  bit....it's quite lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you were asking about a GENDER POLL.&lt;br /&gt;Check the upper right corner of my blog and cast your vote for a cowgirl or cowboy.  I'm hoping to find out  March 14th!!!  (seems forever and a day away)&lt;/span&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/1299852452351771051-7084955061731680658?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7084955061731680658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7084955061731680658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7084955061731680658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7084955061731680658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/creamy-blueberry-banana-dessert.html' title='Creamy Blueberry Banana Dessert'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4635085660411709956</id><published>2012-01-05T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:42:27.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's My Girl....More Lily-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm in that 1st trimester exhaustion phase....I'll take it since that means the pregnancy is progressing on schedule, but I'M TIRED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner the other night, I went to lay down in the middle of the floor surrounded by the little kid's toys.  I was hoping I could grab like 10 mins of 'rest' while they played.  (Who was I kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily proceeds to grab a basketball and bounce it loudly by my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Lily...that is really loud.....Mommy is trying to rest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "I know it's really loud....I don't want you to sleep..I'm going to go on the Naughty List"&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Yes Lily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily:  "Can I smell your eyeballs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has taught Lily the word "STUPID"   .....I totally hate that word...and it definitely doesn't belong coming out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I heard from her all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily:  "come here you stupid pillow"&lt;br /&gt;      "Sissy what are you doing at the stupid door?"&lt;br /&gt;      "Hey stupid dog....want to go outside?"&lt;br /&gt;      "Hey may I have a stupid snack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just lovely....and of course the more I explained that word isn't acceptable the more AWESOME the word became.  I am hoping that by tomorrow when she wakes it will be forgotten from her vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy you are my most favorite Mommy in the world....You're my best friend"&lt;br /&gt;(love her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily:  "Mommy ...it's time to wake up....we need to go downstairs and see Sprinkles"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (ugh it's early...I want sleep...but is curious who Sprinkles is)  "Who is Sprinkles"&lt;br /&gt;Lily:  "Our new dog...come and look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do and sprint downstairs in a panic thinking she has let some strange dog in.....but nothing was there...I think she just did her first trick to get me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby turned 11 months on New Years Day.  It's time to start planning the 1st birthday John Deere Tractor themed party....if any of you have idea boards send them my way.  I have been hitting up Pinterest galore.  Back in October our neighbor was throwing away their haystacks they had used for decoration.  I took them (one person's trash is another person's treasure)  I thought they would be cute to use to place treats and food on (you know the whole varying height decor thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's sweet boy....I was running out of prop ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6641244603/" title="2_edited-1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6641244603_6e91141976_z.jpg" alt="2_edited-1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about my &lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/shabby-apple-giveaway_04.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shabby Apple giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....it ends Sunday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-4635085660411709956?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4635085660411709956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4635085660411709956&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4635085660411709956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4635085660411709956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/thats-my-girlmore-lily-isms.html' title='That&apos;s My Girl....More Lily-isms'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8282949506769896956</id><published>2012-01-04T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:49:16.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Shabby Apple Giveaway*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in ♥ with &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/"&gt;Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt;.  I drool daily over their gorgeous site.  I can't even begin to list the dresses and shoes and necklaces I would kill for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; lucky day.....(boo to me)  that you get to be the proud owner of this gorgeous necklace by winning it on my bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Rabbit's Time Keeper&lt;br /&gt;(featured in my fav Southern Living)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6632166045/" title="shabby apple by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6632166045_e522a2c51d_z.jpg" alt="shabby apple" height="640" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Valued at $64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautifully crafted pocket watch necklace is made of etched antique brass metal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glass front opens to reveal clock.Glass face is diamond cut in a lovely shade of golden brown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Necklace is 24” long&lt;br /&gt;Handmade in the USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love their whole Alice In Wonderland themed pieces in this collection....head over there and have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's what you need to do to enter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(enter separately for more chances to win)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;US Readers Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Mandatory Entry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Head over to &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shabby-Apple/56291792791"&gt;FB and Like Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Follow Shabby Apple on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/shabbyapple"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.  Follow &lt;a href="http://blog.shabbyapple.com/"&gt;Shabby Apple Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.  Visit &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/"&gt;Shabby Apple &lt;/a&gt;and tell me your favorite thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giveaway ends Sunday Night around 9pm...winner will be announced Monday Morning (January 9th)&lt;/span&gt;&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/1299852452351771051-8282949506769896956?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8282949506769896956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8282949506769896956&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8282949506769896956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8282949506769896956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/shabby-apple-giveaway_04.html' title='*Shabby Apple Giveaway*'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5250641104347417611</id><published>2012-01-02T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:31:47.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Years Surprise.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A new blog look......I thought the New Year needed to start off right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that's not the whole SURPRISE.....THIS IS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still early yet but.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6619780833/" title="baby by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6619780833_8313925d60_z.jpg" alt="baby" width="478" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bean is 9 weeks today.  It's been super hard keeping this secret for as long as I did.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that it's #6 makes little bean pop out my belly a little faster than before.  So hiding is starting to be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in last week to double check that all those little "Pregnant" sticks were really true, and lo and behold they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you no matter how many babies I see on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sono&lt;/span&gt; each one makes me giggle with delight at such a tiny miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy is a gift that I don't take for granted.....(esp after losing the baby before Reid)  I was a little more nervous when I was carrying him....I kept thinking all the 'what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt;'  ...this time around I have decided to sit back and enjoy what I've been given.  It's in God's hands....(Easy to type harder to let go though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of God....I am guessing He has a sense of humor when it comes to me.....Lily and Reid both don't sleep through the night.  Lily wakes a few times seeking a warm body.  Then when she does she will twirl my hair until I swear it's going to break off at the scalp...(how she puts herself to sleep)  Reid....?  Well when he teethes the whole world knows.  I can't seem to catch a break.  His nose runs and he gets a cough...which makes him miserable.  Takes forever to get the nose and cough to go away....only to start it all over again with another tooth.  Which really throws his schedule off.  He will have one really good week and then BOOM a new tooth...and there we are for another 3 weeks off sleeping.  I keep praying babe 6 pops out happy and sleeping through the night.  (a girl can dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering the reaction of the big kids?  We got that "look" again.....Extra asked where on earth the baby was going to sleep since we are out of rooms.  Then of course they all look at each other and shout they are not sharing with anyone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt; gotta love sibling love.  That was it....no '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; yea how cool'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have the secret.....I am horrible at keeping them....especially when it's an exciting one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next midwife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; is in a few weeks....I think when I hear that little heartbeat again and make it past the 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; hurdle we can let our hair down officially and party like it's 1999....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you stick with me on my journey of a middle aged mom who's a hot mess pregnant with #6.  I don't have all the answers....I just pretend to my kids I do.&lt;/span&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/1299852452351771051-5250641104347417611?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5250641104347417611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5250641104347417611&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5250641104347417611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5250641104347417611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2012/01/new-years-surprise.html' title='A New Years Surprise.....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2312571313925870425</id><published>2011-12-30T09:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:49:53.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Southern Thing....Black Eyed Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6600736897/" title="black_eyed_peas1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7025/6600736897_507ae45079.jpg" alt="black_eyed_peas1" height="267" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know my theory on the Civil War.  I'm not gonna beat you down again on the fact that is was NOT fought over SLAVERY, but put due to the sweet South wanted to secede. (read &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pocanticohills.org/civilwar/south.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; quick brief summary to get ya started if you want to know more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North didn't play fair....they stole, burned, killed, raped, or basically destroyed anything in their path through the South.  Same for when it came to our crops....they didn't ask...just took our crops and livestock for their troops to feed on.....they pretty much left nothing in their wake for the southerner's left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the black eyed peas.   At that time, Northerners considered "field peas" suitable only for animal fodder, and did not steal or destroy these humble foods (why I'm not sure).....hence why as a tradition in the South we eat Black Eyed Peas for luck!!  Because it was the one crop they left behind to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for all beans/peas  (well food in general)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my luck would have it I don't really have a good Texas Caviar recipe in my stash (deep shock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a fantastic Black Bean Salsa that if I added a can of Black Eyed Peas to it it would be rocking....Hubs said NO....THAT'S NOT TEXAS CAVIAR.  Well I know, but it's got our Lucky beans in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans for New Years?  I'll be lucky if I make it past 8pm....I'm super tired these days....and it's not as if Hubs and I will be swinging from the rafters....Dude has a bit of a cough and has been up a few times at night.....and did I mention he thinks 6am is a good wakey wakey time?  (blah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dude.....here's the sweet lad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6600737815/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6600737815_1e12c94735_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns 11 months on Sunday....Where has time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that all said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2012 .....Here's to another fabulous year.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2312571313925870425?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2312571313925870425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2312571313925870425&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2312571313925870425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2312571313925870425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/its-southern-thingblack-eyed-peas.html' title='It&apos;s a Southern Thing....Black Eyed Peas'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5496614808794883124</id><published>2011-12-27T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:06:17.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well That Was Scary</title><content type='html'>OK THAT WAS A TOTAL SCARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER DISABLED MY ACCOUNT/BLOG/EMAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TOTALLY HAD ME FREAKING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not amused and really upset b/c this is my digital journal....not to mention a little view into all my friends (yes you) lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for about 4 hrs I have been on the computer with no response to my hoards of messages to google for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now....(let's hope forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought if I violated anything 1. it was news to me.....and 2. maybe the violation was reading too many blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back....and now I'm not so sick to my tummy anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a wonderful Christmas.  Kate got a gift I told her I wouldn't buy her....that no way on earth would she get it.....to create a new list.  She was worried b/c she couldn't come up with anything else....Little did miss fancy pants know I already bought it for her back nov 1st.  It was so hard for me to keep the secret...but Christmas morning watching her cry her eyes out was so worth it...It's so fun being a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Lily got a haircut....Her hot mess of a head is still a hot mess....if she ever slows down I'll snap a picture of the new her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for haircuts....the oldest boy got one.  Yes.....We took him to a salon and got a cut.  It's not "mom's choice"  but it's well shorter.....(he looks thrilled for me to take his picture)  My sweet 15 yr old would look great if it was buzzed off in my opinion.  Ok not buzzed....but clipped shorter....at least now I can see his eyes sort of.....(he's still sporting the 70's look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CbU_hda6gc/Tvo985uy14I/AAAAAAAAC6w/dueKOWq0l38/s1600/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CbU_hda6gc/Tvo985uy14I/AAAAAAAAC6w/dueKOWq0l38/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690929195634579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVAbNvoKWv4/Tvo99DMGmzI/AAAAAAAAC64/w9FAyhxtP_s/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVAbNvoKWv4/Tvo99DMGmzI/AAAAAAAAC64/w9FAyhxtP_s/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690929198173428530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extra (to see who extra is view a few posts back) is still around and Reid is teething and growing and eating and as active as can be for a child that doesn't walk but run.  His nickname is Mikey b/c he eats EVERYTHING...seriously there isn't a food this child doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to come later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad to be back...what's new with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-5496614808794883124?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5496614808794883124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5496614808794883124&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5496614808794883124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5496614808794883124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/well-that-was-scary.html' title='Well That Was Scary'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CbU_hda6gc/Tvo985uy14I/AAAAAAAAC6w/dueKOWq0l38/s72-c/IMG_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-3278187200641604521</id><published>2011-12-23T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:28:36.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6559705661/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6559705661_d832bc319c_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been a pretty good girl this year.  I hardly complained (cover eyes) and I rarely threw any fits (ducks). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6559707425/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6559707425_c1bd271604_z.jpg" alt="4" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you can find it in your heart of hearts to fill my stocking with sweet treats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be even better next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura....your favorite little big girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6559706593/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6559706593_7d33e4b788_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 23rd we have some of the family over....9 nieces and nephews  and 6 adults....for my Favorite Chili Recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I made those little Santa cookies and they were a hit....I think I'll make them every year ....nothing like a lil Santa to make you grin.  I thought I remembered how time consuming he was, but not until I started rolling the balls...and note to self....TRIPLE the batch not double!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and that your Santa is good to you this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling good blessings are coming ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-3278187200641604521?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/3278187200641604521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=3278187200641604521&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3278187200641604521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3278187200641604521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1866123431846421439</id><published>2011-12-21T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:09:55.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's an Extra</title><content type='html'>I love having girl time with my Mini Me.....she's my sweet 10 yr old that still has her head in the clouds and twirls around the house....I pray her sweet heart never changes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I got Dude down early and Mini Me and I bolted out the door for a little Target shopping and hot chocolates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6549161013/" title="kate by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7170/6549161013_2c3904b63d_z.jpg" alt="kate" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving she told me she liked times like this....when it was just the 2 of us.  I told her I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the conversation happens...(the one that all my kids seem to want to have with me....you know the "WOW I bet it's cool to be an only child"  conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have to remind them of how lonely they would be all day not having the others to play or chat with....yes, even fight with.  How they would miss out on all the funny things Lily and Reid are doing.....and I have to remind them of the friends they have that ARE only children that love to come to our house where the chaos is b/c it's so full of life.  (not saying the only child's house isn't, but come on....we have 5 loud (points to Lily) kids running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amuck&lt;/span&gt; half the time...there is always something going on here....and a cookie or two to eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mini Me pauses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"  I ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Me: "Well you know Jake is sort of an extra."  she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "An Extra?  What's that mean?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Me:  "Well you know how on a sitcom there is always an extra person that doesn't really do much....they just sort of walk around and are just there....well that's Jake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (don't even know what to say to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Me:  "You know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "No sweetie I don't know........I mean Jake is a bit quiet and does play on the computer a bunch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(deep sigh....don't you just love how your kids perceive each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is my quiet sweet one.  He has the kindest heart of anyone.  He is always asking me how I am doing....smiles every chance he can.....and Lily and Reid are drawn to him.  Some girl is sure gonna fall hard for this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can also have a temper.....I love seeing his little face....(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not little, he's 13)  It turns all red and he frowns and stomps about....haha...I can't help but laugh at him when he does and then he starts trying not to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily loves to play swords with him.  She will get every kitchen gadget from the drawers and pretend to spank him....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; no idea where she gets this...as if the child ever gets spankings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there you have another installment of  A CONVERSATION WITH ME AND MINI ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to know my kids are like extras......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-1866123431846421439?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1866123431846421439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1866123431846421439&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1866123431846421439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1866123431846421439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/hes-extra.html' title='He&apos;s an Extra'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1992583688315692676</id><published>2011-12-20T16:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:40:29.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Ol Saint Nick....and a Lil Screamer....</title><content type='html'>I don't have any recent pics of Reid sitting on Santa's lap....Mainly b/c I tried to steer clear of all malls this holiday.  So basically I don't have ANY pics of Reid screaming on Santa's lap.  Really all you have to do it hand him to someone other than me and he screams....(close your eyes and picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; photos of their kids screaming on the fat man's lap...I mean the poor chap gets cried on more times than not...maybe we should be taking him gifts instead of the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate reminded me of the photo I have of Lily on her second Christmas.....We had gone to the main street to check out the lights and listen to the music....there I spotted THE  jolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; man and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thrusted&lt;/span&gt; (is that a word?) Lily upon him.....makes you feel horrible for snapping a picture of your screaming child desperately reaching for you....but you know you feel compelled b/c you are laughing so hard that you need to capture the moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6545858437/" title="IMG_7778 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7165/6545858437_cc760a95e9_z.jpg" alt="IMG_7778" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-1992583688315692676?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1992583688315692676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1992583688315692676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1992583688315692676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1992583688315692676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/jolly-ol-saint-nickand-lil-screamer.html' title='Jolly Ol Saint Nick....and a Lil Screamer....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4134454209722031773</id><published>2011-12-16T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:40:56.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho Merry Candy Canes.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6520817349/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6520817349_76465d9422_z.jpg" alt="4" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I had to bust out some Christmas Cookies before the kids went on break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6520818115/" title="5 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6520818115_6fa919e82a_z.jpg" alt="5" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured the teachers are starting to expect them (not that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; kept asking if I forgot and that the last day of school was today or anything....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6520816535/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7173/6520816535_008dd742ea_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lazy....(been a pattern with me lately) and only made candy canes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6520815369/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6520815369_dc3c877d67_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured not a lot of colors and easy to decorate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6520815755/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7001/6520815755_a9f959dabb_z.jpg" alt="2" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Stacy over at &lt;a href="http://cardigansandcrayons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cardigans and Crayons&lt;/a&gt; about her Hot Chocolate bar she will be having at her house....which made me realize all the things I forgot on mine.  Guess I'll file them away for next year.  When thinking of her party I ran across the cutest thing in the Southern Living magazine.  They took peppermints and melted them into a plate shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just had to see if it worked.  I followed their directions to a T and had an epic fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat to 350&lt;br /&gt;trace image (or freehand) on parchment paper&lt;br /&gt;have a gap between peppermints&lt;br /&gt;heat 4 mins (or keep an eye on them)  or until desired look.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now they said 9 mins, but whoooa.  That was too long.  I had a melted mess on my hands. &lt;/span&gt; 4 or less is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a few C's for my candy cane cookies.  (I really wanted to melt the word COWBOY, but not as easy as I pictured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6520818867/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6520818867_aaecf768c3_z.jpg" alt="6" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone finished with your Christmas shopping?  I am totally not...(did I mention I was tired?)  I am very grateful for Amazon Prime Shipping...it's saved me.  I'd say I'm 80% ready.  I need to make my list and check it twice.  Some of the little munchkins in the house might be getting coal.  (I can't mention names) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish list?&lt;br /&gt;Maid&lt;br /&gt;Maid&lt;br /&gt;Maid&lt;br /&gt;glass top for my door table for craft table&lt;br /&gt;20" x 20" piece of marble for rolling cookies&lt;br /&gt;pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've been a good girl&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/1299852452351771051-4134454209722031773?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4134454209722031773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4134454209722031773&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4134454209722031773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4134454209722031773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/ho-ho-ho-merry-candy-canes.html' title='Ho Ho Ho Merry Candy Canes.......'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4776533514773181233</id><published>2011-12-14T12:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:48:19.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="Headserp" class="Headserp"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;h1 id="query_h1" class="query_h1"&gt;multitask&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="pronsetspell"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="top: 0px;" id="aud" class="aud" title="Listen to the pronunciation of multitask"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Add to Favorites"&gt;&lt;span id="nonfav"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="fcimgh" class="fcimgh"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;               &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="dicTl"&gt;World English Dictionary&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="tr1" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="td1"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;multitask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;(ˈmʌltɪˌtɑːsk)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" alt="[Click for IPA pronunciation guide]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="tr2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="td2"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;vb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="tr3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="td3n1" align="right" width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="td3n2"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nuff said right?  I mean you should only attempt multiple tasks if you are up for the challenge.  I live my life in multi mode.  Obviously not today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Get this....I was only making cookie dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was adding all the ingredients for a double batch of sugar cookies.  I am so behind in making these for Kate's teachers....it usually takes me a few days and that leaves Friday the last day to get these there...(their Christmas party is tomorrow...eek not gonna happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm measuring the ingredients and thinking of all the other million things I need to be doing....ie laundry (that's like 10 loads high), dishes need unloading and loading, momma needs a shower, swiffer floors, clean guest bathroom, start frying bacon for dinner tonight (baked potato soup) start dessert for In Law wed dinner, keep eye on 2 little rugrats, empty trash...it's starting to stink....finish gift buying....the list is on going....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I notice...how many cups of flour did I add?....was that 4 or 5?  Oh man...does that look like 4 cups?  Should I add one more....or was it 3.  seriously laura how do you mess this up?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just go with it and hope it turns out.  I'm stressing the whole time I'm rolling the dough...."does it feel right....it feels to mushy...no maybe not....you did fine....no I think you messed up....did you start the dryer?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You see the dilama?  Never think when baking...if your name is Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I baked a batch and tasted one.....they seem fine...I think....I'm only used to eating them with icing.  No one will notice right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On a different note....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw this cartoon and had a giggle....this is so our house...(esp the last few)  I try to teach the children to think of others....esp when it comes to toilet paper.  I'm usually the one that finds the last photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6511687153/" title="tp by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6511687153_771f5acb09_z.jpg" width="640" height="414" alt="tp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-4776533514773181233?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4776533514773181233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4776533514773181233&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4776533514773181233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4776533514773181233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/only-in-my-house.html' title='Only In My House'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-3485027552333414050</id><published>2011-12-09T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:20:01.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Friday:  Back Off Jack...They're all Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me set the scene....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way too early for all kids to be up....Only the big kids should be to git otta tha door for skool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But Lily felt the need to wake me at 5ish to say she was thirsty.....(forced her to lay in bed and count to sleep again) and then dude decided he was missing the fun and got up at 6.  Where in turn I willed him with my magic mommy powers to go back to sleep....I guess my magic was empty...b/c by 6:50 I gave up willing him and just got him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs all 5 kids are bustling in the kitchen....I'm watching oldest child pace and talk to himself.  (Chemistry mid term exam and he's reciting the charts....)  2nd child is tormenting Mini Me....and Mini Me is all in a tizzy b/c her choir class is heading to the amusement park tonight to sing and ride rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice Lily and Reid are gone and I hear Reid screaming......."Hey chick...I can't talk yet and you are really making me mad so I'll scream at you to get your attention" kind of yelling (you know I'm like the Baby Whisperer....I can totally understand what Reid is saying when he yells)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I round the corner and find Lily and Reid by the pantry  with Lily telling Reid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No little baby....They are all mine....Run away!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6481769459/" title="1.2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6481769459_abbb7e11fe_z.jpg" alt="1.2" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Lily's name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6481769677/" title="1.3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6481769677_6d7e042cbe_z.jpg" alt="1.3" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my then bag of marshmallows was no longer .....guess where they went?  (I think there were about 6 left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I need to teach this girl the art of sharing...poor baby Reid!&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/1299852452351771051-3485027552333414050?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/3485027552333414050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=3485027552333414050&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3485027552333414050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3485027552333414050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/foto-friday-back-off-jacktheyre-all.html' title='Foto Friday:  Back Off Jack...They&apos;re all Mine'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7036232707067516661</id><published>2011-12-07T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:43:08.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Torture When Chocolate is Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6473326573/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6473326573_dbf6675bda_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may or may not have given in once (ok ok three times) today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6473355065/" title="7 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6473355065_6afe13fed0_z.jpg" alt="7" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6473320403/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6473320403_986302fca5_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had had had to try these cookies out....you see I forgot the vanilla when baking them.  (trust me vanilla is a must)  and had to see if they were edible for the family tonight.  (3 times edible)  I figure I had been really really good all week....and messed up this once.  THEY WERE CHOCOLATE COVERED CHERRY COOKIES FOR PETE'S SAKE....I'm in the clear here right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is it about chocolate and cherries that is so insanely enticing together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moving on to the ladies man....Elvis is a favorite with the ladies in our house....You go little Elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6473307257/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6473307257_3ed6c8d4ab_z.jpg" alt="4" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&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/1299852452351771051-7036232707067516661?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7036232707067516661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7036232707067516661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7036232707067516661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7036232707067516661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/its-torture-when-chocolate-is-around.html' title='It&apos;s Torture When Chocolate is Around'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4803596173518447353</id><published>2011-12-06T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:02:28.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudgy Goodness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok this isn't the cookie recipe I told you I was going to post.  (Wednesday Wednesday....so come back tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "last minute oh goody i have everything on hand to make these i can't believe i forgot to make a treat" cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was advent last night ...and yes again I forgot to plan a snack (what is happening to me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be on Pinterest (shocker there) and ran into these bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6465639119/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6465639119_ae2a000a22_z.jpg" alt="4" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I checked the ingredients and was jumping for joy I had everything on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were easy to make....in fact Lily helped me.  It was the 2nd time she has asked to help me bake.  I am a little surprised at how quickly she 'gets' it.  Here Mini Me is 10 and will help measure one thing and she's through.  Lily wanted to do it all.  I used a stand mixer so I told her to put her hand on top of the stand.  She thought she was doing all the mixing by doing that.  It was a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e.  I have me my mini baker now!  (it only took 5 kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6465639765/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6465639765_a2ca0f25e8_z.jpg" alt="6" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would compare these to chewy brownie's with powdered goodness on them.  Did I sample?  No (can you believe it?)  The kids told me they were out of this world and so far favorite cookie #2 that I make.  (#1 are the double oat breakfast cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*a few ppl were asking where I take my photos.....I actually use 2 pieces of white poster board and then either use the light from the windows ....or head outside on our front porch.  (I like the lighting there)  I am sure if anyone drives by they think what a freak I am (what's new?!)...I'm taking pictures of food for Pete's sake.  Then I use my photoshop to add text or brighten picture.  I wish I had more time to play around and be more professional....but this gets me what I need quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where we found Elvis today....I sure hope he cleans up his mess.  I'm sure not (ha...who am I kidding?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6465822671/" title="elvis by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7025/6465822671_af8c1a6f3c_z.jpg" alt="elvis" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Target today.....yeah I know you're jealous!   (grins)&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/1299852452351771051-4803596173518447353?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4803596173518447353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4803596173518447353&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4803596173518447353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4803596173518447353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/fudgy-goodness.html' title='Fudgy Goodness...'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2688170797009239636</id><published>2011-12-05T08:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:15:02.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellany Monday....Elvis is in the Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head over to Carissa's and link up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @&lt;br /&gt;lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" hspace="none" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Pizza....I love it...I could it eat every single day.  (that and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; food) But as of yesterday that was my last day....why?  Because my lovely no-low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;/no sweets (but I am going to have a sweet once a month....like a party ..it will be something I look forward to) and no soda.  I owe it to my thighs....Momma needs a jump start again.  Wish me well please....because of right now...all I can think about is Dr Pepper.  (typical huh?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.  Prayers&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my neighbor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; me about her brother's friend.  This sweet girl named Lauren was in a plane accident.  The plane ride was fine....but it was after that the tragedy happened.  While exiting the plane Lauren somehow walked into the propeller.  Struck on the left side of her body, Lauren's hand, head, and shoulder area were hit. Following multiple surgeries, Lauren has received facial and shoulder reconstruct&lt;span class="wbr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ion,  as well as the loss of her hand. They are currently praying for healing  on the left eye and brain. She is in stable condition with ongoing  surgery.  If you have a chance head over to her page and read the miracles that are happening ..   &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/laurenscruggs/?hide-mobile-info=1"&gt;LAUREN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three.  Puke&lt;br /&gt;Yep puke.  Lily woke us up Sat night/Sun morn with it in the bed.  Did I mention we co-sleep?  Did I mention she must have had something purple (no idea) This went on for about 5 hrs.  We used every sheet/towel/blanket we could find.  It's really cold out and we were huddled like little bunnies to keep warm.  Thankfully she slept at 5am-11am  with no more tummy issues.   Reid decided this would be the night he would choose to get up and party.  He hasn't had a night like that since he was a wee lad.  Momma was tired.  Then Dude was up by 7am and so was momma....daddy and Lil slept in...(deep sigh)  Last night was better, but Lily woke up at 4am and talked my ear off until 6:40...only to be woken up by the big kids for school before 7.. Dude, Lily and daddy are still snoozing...I did mention I was tired right?  Point story....?  (if there is one)  Pray no one else gets it.  I'm tired of doing laundry.  Not to mention hate seeing my babies in pain like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four.  Elvis&lt;br /&gt;This is where we found Elvis this morning...Guess we know who his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6459682435/" title="IMG_1198 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6459682435_0b579e42e4_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1198" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five.  Cherries&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for chocolate covered cherries.  (or I was until no sweets)  At the cookie exchange one momma brought some cookies that I can't stop thinking about.  I am making them for the In Laws dinner for Wednesday.  Must have will power.  These cookies are a take on those cherry cordials.  They have condensed milk in it....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said!  I'll blog the recipe and photos so stand by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six.  Best Behavior&lt;br /&gt;What is it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;?  This is supposed to be the season of giving and cheer and kindness towards men.  Well it seems anything but when out shopping.  I'm not talking for toys *which I did have to hit Toys R Us for a return...never again mind you*  But I'm talking at the grocery store for groceries.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shesh&lt;/span&gt;  it was kill or be killed.  I best put my "kick me" sign on my back...It might be easier.  Thank goodness I'm in a terrific mood.  Nothing can knock me down!&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/1299852452351771051-2688170797009239636?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2688170797009239636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2688170797009239636&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2688170797009239636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2688170797009239636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/miscellany-mondayelvis-is-in-building.html' title='Miscellany Monday....Elvis is in the Building'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-3062068778897876633</id><published>2011-12-02T13:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:21:25.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Exchange Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For as long as I can remember I wanted to host a cookie exchange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not sure I did a great job, but I sure had fun.  (Hopefully others did too ha)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had Charlie Brown's Christmas cd playing in the background (I think I'm the only one that noticed)....and yummy Cinnamon Bear scents burning in the air.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Wassail bar, hot chocolate bar, and a coffee bar....thanks to Pinterest I stole a few ideas....The peppermint tipped marshmallows were a epic fail....so we just had marshmallows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6442829795/" title="IMG_1179 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6442829795_cf4b7fb143_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1179" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cookies I made were a complete mess to look at, but they had a nice snap crunch to them and the chocolate cookie itself was divine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6442828249/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6442828249_810535efc0_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Peppermint Stars&lt;br /&gt;20 round peppermint candies (crushed)    1 1/4 cup flour (plus more for rolling)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup cocoa powder    1 1/2 stick butter; softened&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar   1 egg  1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 325&lt;br /&gt;whisk flour, cocoa and 1/8 tsp salt and set aside&lt;br /&gt;beat butter and sugar with mixer on med speed until combined, about 3 mins. &lt;br /&gt;Beat in egg and vanilla and beat another minute. &lt;br /&gt;Reduce speed to low and gradually add flour mixture until combine. About 2 mins. &lt;br /&gt;Shape dough into disk and wrap in plastic wrap.  Chill for at least 2 hrs. &lt;br /&gt;Roll dough 1/8 thickness on lightly floured surface. &lt;br /&gt;Cut out star shapes and transfer to baking sheet lined with parchment paper. &lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate for 15 mins to firm up.&lt;br /&gt;Cut a smaller star in center of cookies. &lt;br /&gt;Bake 9 mins until slightly firm&lt;br /&gt;Fill center of each cookie with crushed peppermints.&lt;br /&gt;Bake another 5-6 mins until candy has melted&lt;br /&gt;Let cool on baking sheet on wire rack for 10 mins&lt;br /&gt;Transfer cookies to rack&lt;br /&gt;yield 2 dz cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snagged a few (are we even allowed to take our own cookies?) so the kids could sample a few.  It was pure torture having them watch me bake them and not getting to sample any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever hosted a cookie exchange party?  Any tips or treats for my next one?&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/1299852452351771051-3062068778897876633?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/3062068778897876633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=3062068778897876633&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3062068778897876633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3062068778897876633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/cookie-exchange-party.html' title='Cookie Exchange Party'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-173099625883303598</id><published>2011-12-01T08:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:02:27.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months.....Rugged Boy in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6436409395/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6436409395_089c5ebffe_z.jpg" alt="2" height="444" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it every month, but I'll say it again....&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOOOOOOO MY BABY IS GROWING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 months ago on a frozen world (remember the ice storm) sweet little dude friend came into the world.  That day marked another awesome day for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6436408463/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6436408463_f7e415fccc_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say enough about how sweet Reid is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like a dash of peppermint mocha creamer in your coffee each morning.&lt;br /&gt;Like the fresh scent of Downy Fabric softener on your towels.&lt;br /&gt;Like the first bite of Mexican food after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;Like the feel of your smooth teeth after a dental cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;(need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is definitely momma's boy and I welcome his glued hip to my hip...for I know that not in the not to distant future my baby will not need me as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok now off to finish baking the 6 dz cookies for the party tomorrow....note:  the recipe made 24 cookies not 40...I've got a bone to pick with Martha Stewart.  But then again after reading some pages of her daughter's tell all book...I'm starting to think Martha hasn't done any of her ideas at all in the first place.)&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/1299852452351771051-173099625883303598?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/173099625883303598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=173099625883303598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/173099625883303598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/173099625883303598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/12/10-monthsrugged-boy-in-making.html' title='10 Months.....Rugged Boy in the Making'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8774090479367821589</id><published>2011-11-30T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T13:26:10.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(notice the blog change?  it's to get you in the mood for the holidays from Christmas....through New Year's...thanks to Shannon again over at Sweet Bean Co. Designs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost here....December that is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?  That magical season of birth is already upon us.  It feels like just yesterday I was decorating the house and putting lights up outside.  (Man I forgot what a chore that is....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hosting my first cookie exchange this Friday and have been busy getting little knick knacks together for decorating  ...thanks to Pinterest I took some white paper plates and laced ribbon through them.  (didn't realize how much ribbon it would end up taking...def not something to do if you have lots of plates to use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/178666310186715565/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/178666310186715565_6PDbEkSp_c.jpg" border="0" height="237" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://laurengeiger.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html"&gt;laurengeiger.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/cowboybootsbaby/" target="_blank"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also supplying the "drink bar" ....I am going to have a  hot chocolate station....with crushed peppermint tipped marshmallows (again Pinterest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/151433606189874637/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/151433606189874637_ZNXeIUd5_c.jpg" border="0" height="415" width="554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://fetefanatic.blogspot.com/2010/12/hot-beverage-bar.html"&gt;fetefanatic.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/missheether/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan on doing just plain (not sprinkled like in photo) chocolate covered spoons for either their coffee or hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my favorite Wassail.  (the smell alone is fantastic in the house while simmering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some of these cuties on etsy (I don't care if they hold up or not...they were darn cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/125960120797557083/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/125960120797557083_7Zuo18iJ_c.jpg" border="0" height="639" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/66510152/red-and-white-paper-straws-and-sprinkles?ref=sr_gallery_21&amp;amp;ga_search_query=red+paper+straws&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_facet=handmade"&gt;etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/mmillerfabrics/" target="_blank"&gt;Michael Miller Fabrics&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little angry though....I found a cookie recipe for Chocolate and Peppermint Stars in the Martha Stewart magazine....I think the testers for the cookie are either confused or insane....It says it makes 40 cookies per batch...but I baked rolled cookies all the time and there is no way I can get 40 cookies from 1 batch of that dough.  I have to make 6 dz cookies for this party....needless to say I didn't plan this very well.  (moral.....don't try a new recipe days before a party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a terrific Wednesday....Oldest child gets his stitches out tomorrow...anxious to see when he can start to put pressure on his knee and walk w/o crutches!  (I'm sure him more than me....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.....I lost my side bar of blogs I follow...so please excuse me if it takes a while to find yours again...)&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/1299852452351771051-8774090479367821589?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8774090479367821589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8774090479367821589&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8774090479367821589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8774090479367821589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Here...'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4712293939305008358</id><published>2011-11-29T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:39:24.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work With Me Peeps....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6425369215/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6216/6425369215_cc8dc37050_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Getting 5 kids to take a photo is harder than I imagined.  You would think the big kids would be easy (because you can threaten them) but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6425286025/" title="IMG_0924 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6425286025_6537096692_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0924" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I seriously set myself up though for failure.  In my head  it was simple....I had the location...all they had to do was walk.   Walk...that was it.  Oh...and not look like I broke their favorite toy.   I was sweating before it was said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6425280331/" title="IMG_0918 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6425280331_170366f824_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0918" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took 198 photos the weekend before oldest child's surgery.  How many turned out?  2....and those  2  don't even show their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6425297617/" title="IMG_0974 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6425297617_3606c53909_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0974" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who wants a Christmas card where the kids faces aren't even showing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's like...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WOW...thanks for a photo of your kids backside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6425291373/" title="IMG_0927 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6425291373_a871fb5b76_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0927" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well here's the deal Lucille...you wanna see their faces then come and see them in person....nothing says lovin like the real thang baby....(bitter much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Notice Lily's boots....she refused to wear the brown fuzzy ones...it had to be her Pink Hello Kitty....I didn't need anymore meltdowns so I sucked it up.  Child #2 pouted the whole time b/c heaven forbid taking pictures with your siblings was beneath him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I seriously don't know what the children are doing in half the photos...I just know I was screaming to make them all conform  (never a good thing...it just confuses people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I figured I would turn the photo black and white and you wouldn't notice Lily's boots anyways.....but then again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6425302575/" title="IMG_0981 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6100/6425302575_3c9c48a7e7_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0981" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't even have one worthy of switching heads from one photo to another....I mean I'm good, but not that good.....too many heads to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I did get a cute shot of Mini Me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6425308633/" title="5  by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6425308633_098ee0da18_z.jpg" alt="5" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After I got home and saw this picture I can't believe how much my 1st baby girl is growing up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-4712293939305008358?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4712293939305008358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4712293939305008358&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4712293939305008358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4712293939305008358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/work-with-me-peeps.html' title='Work With Me Peeps....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-236703594712974408</id><published>2011-11-28T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:40:00.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>H, L, J, and P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's Advent season ...which means break out our wreaths for a little family devotion time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sundays are a little crazy around the house....so the traditional day gets moved to Monday for our gang.  For the past....6 yrs we have had our 'special snack' and prayers with the lighting of our candles.  The kids really look forward to it now that they are getting older.  It was hard at first to get the little rugrats to sit in their seats....(Points to Lily)  ....now it's a time of coming together and the older kids love to hear and be retold the stories each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(or fights over who gets to light the candle(s) each week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 purple candles, 1 pink and 1 white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today is Purple....The Prophecy Candle....symbolizing Hope in remembrance  of the prophets ...mainly Isaiah, who foretold the birth.  Hope in anticipation of the coming Messiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I usually have some special 'treat' and 'drink'...but I was lame and forgot the ingredients when I went shopping for the weekly groceries.  Soooooo I'm gonna run to the corner donut shop and grab some special 'sprinkle' ones and make hot chocolate.  (I am so not impressed)  I blame it on Thanksgiving and Gray's surgery for throwing me off my 'I totally fake that I've totally got it together' and now I just look fake (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What traditions do you hold with your family during this season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wanted to add a new addition each week to my posts.....New blogs that I adore reading....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know you stalk...I mean we all do....and then you find a blog where you &lt;s&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRETEND THAT SHE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND AND WANT TO COPY EVERYTHING SHE DOES BECAUSE SHE IS OHHH SO COOL?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/s&gt; enjoy reading it...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I thought I would share a blog or 2 that I find and enjoy reading.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first up....Rebecca...another mom to 5 kids....over at &lt;a href="http://olderandwisor.blogspot.com/"&gt;olderandwisor&lt;/a&gt;.  I have major giggles reading her stuff......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;side note....thanks for all the prayers....Grayson is healing beautifully.  I have totally enjoyed waiting on him hand and knee...haha get it...aww never mind.... I mean hand and foot.  I thought it would get old...but nah.  How often do you get to baby your first baby when he's a teen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He'll be on crutches for another week...and stitches come out Thursday.  I thought I would keep him home from school a few days to heal some more before being throw around in the halls or sitting all day in a cramped desk.   Thanks again for thinking of us.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-236703594712974408?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/236703594712974408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=236703594712974408&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/236703594712974408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/236703594712974408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/h-l-j-and-p.html' title='H, L, J, and P'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5104771102203958900</id><published>2011-11-23T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:20:22.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well goooooood mawn'n (said in her best southern accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for the prayers....The surgery went terrific.  His shredded acl was repaired and the tear in his meniscus actually had healed itself...(PTL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear son was pretty much  tired and slept on and off the whole day.....and night.  The knee was still numb and so thankfully he wasn't in any pain on Monday....I was a worried wreck that during the night he would start to feel pain and I wouldn't be there to get his med's.  So what does a momma do?  She can't sleep and pretty much is on alert the whole night listening to every sound.  Ok that and dude has a dry cough and I was up most of the night anyways....(did I mention I'm tired?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to the store and spent double what I normally do for the week buying all of his favorite foods.....I mean the boy had surgery...and is going to be off his leg for a week if not more and I get to play nurse maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got to cook all his favorite foods for dinner...I think I'm spoiling him for his future wife...but I just basically put myself in his shoes and thought..."what would I need to recover fully and how would I like to be treated?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I put a little snack bucket next to where he is sleeping in case he's hungry, pills for feeling nauseous at night ...a bottle water and his video games and laptop.  I tried to keep all his bases covered in case he couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All in all things are going pretty ok...he's in slight pain...and has been resting comfortably ....we head to the dr on Friday for a checkup to change the bandage.  I'm also hoping they will give us the go ahead to take the brace off for a bit so he can shower.  We are attempting to wash his long locks of hair in the sink today...guess what?  I think he finally wants to get it cut...shorter than a trim.  All I can say is wow!  (and then keep my mouth shut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for me....?  I am feeling 100%.  Man oh Man that was one horrible day.....those 24 hr bugs thankfully are just that 24 hrs.  I think it was so hard on me b/c I didn't get to rest like I needed.  Reid was going through some "My mother better not leave my sight or not hold me or I'll scream like a banshee"  and Lily?  well she was in high form....needless to say I rolled around in pain on the living room rug while the babies climbed all over me ....I wanted to die and was literally grinding my teeth with exhaustion.  Typical that Reid also would take a 1 hr nap when he normally takes a 3 hr and a small early evening one.  It's like I was being paid back for something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again thanks for all the prayers......keep em coming for fast recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any good plans for your Turkey Day tomorrow?  We are having the family here....can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="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/1299852452351771051-5104771102203958900?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5104771102203958900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5104771102203958900&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5104771102203958900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5104771102203958900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/updates.html' title='Updates.....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8646687420583850753</id><published>2011-11-20T15:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:40:52.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug and Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel like I have been hit by a Mack truck and then backed up over and then run over again....times 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow Momma (me) got a tummy bug ....I thought maybe it was something we ate this weekend..I was awake with tummy pains around 3am....just waiting for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thrones to start flushing around the house....but alas....that prize was only left for me....I assume bug...24 please (begs)  The baby only seems to want me and won't nap today....I'm in hell....did I mention he caught a cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My reason for writing on a Sunday is prayers....(one for me too if you can spare) prayers for my oldest child.  He goes in for knee surgery tomorrow morning.  Yes, as a mom we are always a nervous wreck no matter how simple a procedure....we aren't sure of the extent of the shred until they get in there.  Outcome?  If it's minor 6 week recovery....the bad kind then we are looking at 6 months.  For some reason I don't feel hopeful.  (maybe it's the bug I caught beating me into the ground)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks in advance....I'm off to crawl back under my rock now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="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/1299852452351771051-8646687420583850753?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8646687420583850753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8646687420583850753&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8646687420583850753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8646687420583850753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/bug-and-blood.html' title='Bug and Blood'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2851329799167958930</id><published>2011-11-18T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:41:08.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sources For Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crazy girl and Dude are best buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Now that he is walking he seems more INTO wanting to play with his big sissy.  The older kids and I can just sit back and giggle at the 2 of them together.  Dude will let out this scream whenever he has had enough of Lily choking him and trying to hug him.  I wish I could capture his face on camera when he does....it's soooo comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is a video I took last night....I was laughing so hard I could barely tell Lily to stop....Listen very closely to the end....you can hear daddy tell Lily to stop....her reply "NO"  ...that's Lily for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QUVZpdm-40?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QUVZpdm-40?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Usually my evenings consist of cooking the dinner...watching my kids inhale before I can even plate my own food....Half the time I'm standing at the island b/c I have a baby on my hip.  Now that Reid is starting to eat big people food...he will eat mine before I can get a spoonful myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kids run off to do homework or showers and I'm busy cleaning the aftermath of dinner....(or trying to scrape the bowl for my meal)  This is usually what I find by the sink....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzm3QqykleI/TsZjx0t8Q2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/g8c7teZF1Ko/s1600/kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzm3QqykleI/TsZjx0t8Q2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/g8c7teZF1Ko/s400/kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676334087963165538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm guessing either my children love being near me or just don't care where they find a place to do homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing better than being surrounded by your children I say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lily is a constant source of entertainment for us....last night while she was in her bath she shouted "I need to get out of the tub momma.....I need to put something sparkly on fast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love having a girly girl....now if only she'd let me fix her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Friday Y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2851329799167958930?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2851329799167958930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2851329799167958930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2851329799167958930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2851329799167958930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/my-source-of-entertainment.html' title='My Sources For Entertainment'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzm3QqykleI/TsZjx0t8Q2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/g8c7teZF1Ko/s72-c/kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1383802044632322172</id><published>2011-11-17T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:41:50.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OhMyGreatness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow....Just one word WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last nights meal was fan-tab-ulous.  I just made that word up ...that's b/c it was so delish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Granted I might have made more work for myself since I double every recipe I make....but I was smart and did all the prep during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll start with the bread portion of the meal....(pats thighs) This was my first time to make Focaccia Bread and I think I just found my favorite bread to bake.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6353046751/" title="IMG_0902 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6353046751_dc16451614_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0902" height="349" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it tasted out of this world.  I tried the food processor way and I've got mixed feelings about it....only b/c when I make bread I like to use my hands...makes me feel all Laura Ingalls like....(grins)  But have to admit (don't tell) I will probably make it again this method in the future....less work for momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6353040927/" title="8  by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6119/6353040927_5e0539e4e7_z.jpg" alt="8" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The food processor made my life a little bit easier yesterday.  I ended up making 3 kinds of focaccia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6353039873/" title="7 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6093/6353039873_949f2b7eea_z.jpg" alt="7" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I doubled the recipe and pressed my dough into 2 8" rounds and 1 9x13 pans.  I followed the recipe to a T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6353038915/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6019/6353038915_760f8505c2_z.jpg" alt="6" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the smell of the bread made my mouth water....I knew if I sampled before the meal there may not have been any left.  Bread is my weakness....(pats thighs again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6353037813/" title="5 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/6353037813_f151e3d000_z.jpg" alt="5" height="414" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry there are not any 'real' pictures of the main course....I was busy cooking...serving....and toting small babes around.  When you have a houseful (9) of hungry people ...stopping to take pictures is not an option.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't say enough about the sauce....It was tangy....and sweet...with just the right amount of basil to it....I may or may not have stolen some to freeze for a rainy day....and I may or may not have grabbed an extra meatball and sauce for today's lunch....and I may or may not have mopped my sauce up on my plate with my bread.  I think I even saw my FIL break up a few pieces and pour the sauce on it.  Please try this recipe out...You will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6353048605/" title="IMG_0905 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6111/6353048605_c3174055fe_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0905" height="433" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The meatballs turned out moist and perfect too.  Even Dude Friend ate a whole meatball....I couldn't keep him away.  Yes, the 9 month old inhaled the meat.  He's my little garbage disposal...he'll eat anything right now...I sure hope he keeps this up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I followed all of the recipes and didn't change anything....and I won't when we make these again.....I found the flavors perfect the way it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For reference ...the recipe says it makes 8 giant meatballs...I would compare them to baseballs...nice portion.  Simmering them in the sauce to finish cooking is what made these little babies into the definition of perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6353047519/" title="IMG_0904 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6229/6353047519_565ddd5b2c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0904" height="236" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After doing 3 loads of dishes and hand washing more pots than I care to imagine....(all for just that meal)....I think I'll put my feet up today and read books with the babies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="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/1299852452351771051-1383802044632322172?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1383802044632322172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1383802044632322172&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1383802044632322172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1383802044632322172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/ohmygreatness.html' title='OhMyGreatness'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6353046751_dc16451614_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1946848595478370108</id><published>2011-11-16T09:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:42:49.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble...Turkey Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6350008667/" title="4_edited-1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6211/6350008667_31941f74ae_z.jpg" alt="4_edited-1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Turkey Season is upon us....and yes, I had to bake some Turkey Cookies for the kids....(ok and a few teachers that keep begging for cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought about using a template, but then noticed a few girls were using a flower cutter (now that I had) and thought they turned out just precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6349971609/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6118/6349971609_93792c0674_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am back to using my favorite Buttercream Meringue Icing again....I just don't like the taste or look when it dries of the Royal.  This dries firm, but probably not hard enough to package and ship.  Since they go from the table to a belly...it's ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's on your dinner plans for Turkey Day?  Any new recipes you are wanting to share?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6350716744/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6227/6350716744_baf6a33230_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've got a Brussels Sprouts with Bacon, Garlic, and Shallots Recipe I'm gonna bust out.  Force those kids to eat some greens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6350716458/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6108/6350716458_aa9f98ae68_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of food....You know tonight is the Wednesday dinner with the Inlaws here....MIL bought a new cookbook...she said that we have to share it (it's in my possession so come and try to take it) The recipes look amazing and each one has a color gorgeous photo to go with it.  Tonight I am making Fresh Baked Focaccia Bread.  Giant Meatballs (the recipe looks fantastic) with Tuscan Marinara  and an Aged Balsamic Vinaigrette  Dressing (they have it on a fresh pesto mozzarella  salad)...I'm just doing the dressing with a normal salad.  Dessert....Our favorite &lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2010/01/say-what.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Banana Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...that I have to double....My kids beg for more and more...and again the next day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll post recipe of the dinner after I give it a sample...can't have you making yucky food now can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-1946848595478370108?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1946848595478370108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1946848595478370108&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1946848595478370108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1946848595478370108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/gobble-gobbleturkey-hunting.html' title='Gobble Gobble...Turkey Hunting'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6211/6350008667_31941f74ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5483405855618974810</id><published>2011-11-14T08:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:43:04.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Let It Go.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back in 2007....Yes, 2007 an incident happened.  Hubs reminded me of this incident yesterday which had me all fighting mad again....(I think he purposely does it to see me all fired up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My dear  hubby likes to have things in sets of... well a lot.  For instance, we  have like 3 sets of silverware....so many pillows and towels that you  would laugh at.  Basically if something we have goes on sale he wants  more....His reason is....one day the towels will get worn and we'll have  a backup set.  When we find something we like we stick w/it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well  when it comes to plates he's no different.  Garden Ridge Pottery was  having a 75% off sale on this certain pattern of dishes.  No name brand,  but matched our theme of stuff....rustic style and some had roosters on  them.  This collection had a serving platter...pitcher....huge serving  bowls...cake stand etc.  They were really adorable.  So we bought as  much as we could....big square dinner plates, small dinner plates,  cereal bowls...big round dinner plates and small round dinner plates.  I  know I know you're thinking why square and round....I agree pick  1...but since the plates came out to $..50 a piece etc why not buy all  the set??!!!.....He said he wanted to find 12 pieces of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I set  about driving all over town to all the different Garden Ridges hunting  the sale racks for this pattern.  I finally hit the last store way on  the out skirts of town and make a beeline for this collection.  I was  floored...they had sooo many that I was angry that I didn't try there  first......I think I was laughing and jumping up and down w/joy (if only  you knew how far I had driven around town the past 4 days only to come  up empty handed you would have jumped too) So insert the part which  makes me mad......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Picture  the scene...chick w/buggy down aisle obviously really happy about some  dishes.....(ME) and some customer was next to me asking what all the  fuss was about.  I told her the quick story of how I had driven all over  town looking for these dishes to complete my set.  She asked me why I  needed so many and I told her why....she made some snide comment about  being a waste etc...(not really b/c how many times have you chipped a  plate and then didn't have a full set????)  I grab a handful of the  small square plates and start counting them and placing them in my  buggy.  I needed 4 more.  When I turned around she picked up the last 4  and said "ohhh these will look great on my table."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK  wait a minute....I NEEDED THOSE LAST 4 .......SHE JUST LISTENED TO MY  STORY OF HOW I HAVE DRIVEN ALL OVER TOWN TO FIND THESE AND THIS WAS THE  LAST OF THEM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I  said something about...."Man I'm still 4 short"  so I get on my cell  phone and speak loudly to my mother about how I am still 4 plates short  so this chick  would hear me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She keeps them and I'm still 4 short.   I am a weak weak girl.  If I was stronger I would have said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh  lady....didn't you just hear me tell my story... don't take those last 4  plates that I need for my collection....do you really need those for ur  table?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I didn't and she walked away w/them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyday that I open my cabinets and see 8 plates I still get miffed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson  learned.....NEVER SPEAK TO PPL WHEN YOU FIND SOMETHING ON SALE AND 2ND  DON'T TALK TO PPL IN MESQUITE TEXAS....THEY ARE RUDE&lt;/span&gt;!  (not you Brandy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow I sound so harsh......but yes I did chip a plate in the last 4 years and I'm down to 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should let this go....I really should....I just might in another 4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-5483405855618974810?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5483405855618974810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5483405855618974810&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5483405855618974810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5483405855618974810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/i-cant-let-it-go.html' title='I Can&apos;t Let It Go.....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1681314009655088873</id><published>2011-11-11T14:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:43:19.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wobble Wobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing like watching a newbie on legs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That'd&lt;/span&gt; be Dude Friend.....I love love love the beginning stages of walking....that "so unstable but you can't help but giggle" strut that those sweet babies do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjnR-ChdqoY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjnR-ChdqoY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you tell I'm in total love with him?!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-1681314009655088873?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1681314009655088873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1681314009655088873&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1681314009655088873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1681314009655088873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/wobble-wobble.html' title='Wobble Wobble'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8883245354256759871</id><published>2011-11-10T08:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:46:13.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Usual Thankful List....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6331255033/" title="images by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6109/6331255033_d8cbcec97c.jpg" alt="images" height="194" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a given you're thankful for family, friends, hubs, children....seriously we know...I mean if you weren't we'd have the problem right? (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I'm gonna tell you the 'other' stuff I'm thankful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shania&lt;/span&gt; Twain's "Man, I Feel Like A Woman"  --- Why?  Because Momma got 8 straight hours of sleep last night and Dude slept 11.  Yes, first time for the 11 on his end....yes, he's late on the sleep through the  night train....(wiggles hips)  Let's go girls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Sweetened Condensed Milk---  Because that little can of sweet gooey goodness can make just about anything taste out of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Peppermint Mocha Creamer---No explanation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Cows and Pigs--- Without them my &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2010/03/menu-mondays.html"&gt;Play off Chili &lt;/a&gt;just wouldn't taste the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Crock Pots---My chili can sit in it all day and I can take all the credit for such a great dinner...pretending like I slaved all day in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Garage Sales --- I just realized that one person's trash is my treasure...some of my favorite baking pans and kitchen gadgets are from those sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Frequent trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wallyworld&lt;/span&gt; --- Because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; know me there and will open up a closed lane just to check me out....(being friendly pays off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Microwaves ---  Although they might truly cause some brain errors (and could be the reason for my craziness)  it heats up said Coffee with Peppermint Mocha Creamer when I can't get even my first cup finished in 3 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~2 sets of washers and dryers --- It allows me to either be equally as lazy to let loads just sit in there calling my name.....or equally productive and got 4 loads done at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iphones&lt;/span&gt; --- As much as I pretended to hubs I didn't want one...and then he surprising bought me one....I ♥ IT  ...it really comes in handy when you are nursing a baby in dark room....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt; calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Unlimited Text Message Family Plan for our Teens --- Oldest child had over 12,000 txt messages last month.  (do the  math)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Birthdays --- Child #2 turns 13 on Saturday....gives us another reason to EAT CAKE.  (well a cookie cake...that's what the sweet boy requested momma make)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Blogs --- without them I wouldn't have any place to 'steal' all my ideas from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-8883245354256759871?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8883245354256759871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8883245354256759871&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8883245354256759871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8883245354256759871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/not-your-usual-thankful-list.html' title='Not Your Usual Thankful List....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6109/6331255033_d8cbcec97c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-6237622922576771105</id><published>2011-11-08T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:20:05.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Evil Evil Little Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner is usually always on the table at 5:15 ...no later than 5:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday?  No such luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?  Pinterest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday while pinning I ran across this photo....(not mine...the cool chick over at &lt;a href="http://www.brownpaper--packages.com/2011/10/caramels-apples-tips-tricks-recipes.html"&gt;Brown Paper Packages&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mK9kKtAKn_I/TrkvN0jIYDI/AAAAAAAAC6E/oKVN2jDkuqg/s1600/apples%2Btitle-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mK9kKtAKn_I/TrkvN0jIYDI/AAAAAAAAC6E/oKVN2jDkuqg/s400/apples%2Btitle-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672617120140648498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew I had to make these for the kids....Little did I know how the day would get away from me....I told child #2 and 3 they could play until 5:45....(plenty of time to make these and fix dinner right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah...I was busy doing other stuff....and then got my ingredients for those sweet gooey goodness treats....Clock check...5:30 pm ...still no dinner.  (directions below again took directly from Brown Paper Packages...love her blog name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 c. butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 c. light corn syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 c. brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8-10 apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directions:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Combine the first three  ingredients in a large saucepan.  When the butter is melted, add the  condensed milk.  Stirring constantly, cook to 230 degrees (soft ball  stage).  Take off heat, and stir in vanilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Dip your apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found that waiting just a couple of  minutes after your caramel is done to dip apples really made a big  difference--when it's super hot, it has more of a tendency to slide off.  You don't need to wait too long--less than 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6.  Once your apples have been  dipped in the caramel, place them on your prepared cookie sheet.  I let  mine sit for about 10 minutes or so (either in the fridge or at room  temperature) to harden before I add any other toppings.  Leftover  caramel can be poured in a buttered dish to be cut and eaten later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok back to me...Laura)&lt;br /&gt;And leftover caramel I did have ...and leftover I did pour into a buttered dish....and leftover MELT IN MOUTH TREATS I DID EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pure chaos while making these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid was in the highchair demanding more cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;Lily was jumping up and down wanting to help momma stir the hot boiling candy....&lt;br /&gt;Oldest child wondering where dinner was....asking if I was sick or something since it was way past when I have dinner ready....&lt;br /&gt;Mini Me insanely asking if she could stick her finger in the 230' boiling candy b/c it smelled so good.  (deep sigh)&lt;br /&gt;Then enter Hedgie (child 2) ....rushes into house with arms open wide saying "I'm here for my food...plate me up" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks around confused...."Did I miss dinner already" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No honey mommy hasn't made it yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks at siblings)  "Is mom sick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "No she's busy Interesting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "no Lily it's Pin-teresting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate:  "Now can I stick my finger in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Not unless you want your skin to peel off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedgie:  "So .....does that mean we are having dinner tonight? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Yes, but I was making treats"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest:  " but you always have dinner ready by 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "well today I don't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedgie:  "soooo that's a yes, that tonight sometime dinner will be made"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily:  "Mommy Mommy Mommy....you are ruining my apples...you are making them all brown..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Me:  "no Lily she's adding caramel to the apples ....can I lick it now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point I wanted to scream GET OUT.  but didn't.....hubs walked into the kitchen and started and finished dinner for me.....(awww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't start Interesting (as Lily says) at dinner time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do make this recipe  It's a keeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" 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Site'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mK9kKtAKn_I/TrkvN0jIYDI/AAAAAAAAC6E/oKVN2jDkuqg/s72-c/apples%2Btitle-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2348135779817754654</id><published>2011-11-07T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:00:17.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's and Daughter's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6316771837/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6232/6316771837_4666f0ef20_z.jpg" alt="2" height="384" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  need to teach our daughters to distinguish between a man who flatters  her and a man who compliments her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a man who spends money on her and a  man who invests in her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6317292498/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6116/6317292498_b9a5c17f8d_z.jpg" alt="4" height="491" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6317294222/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a man who views her as property and a man who  views her properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6317292498/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a man who lusts after her and a man who loves her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6317294222/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6116/6317294222_1f7b77d8db_z.jpg" alt="6" height="386" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a  man who believes he is God's gift to women and a man who remembers a  woman was God's gift to man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6317292112/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6227/6317292112_983ba8c0e5_z.jpg" alt="3" height="448" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2348135779817754654?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2348135779817754654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2348135779817754654&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2348135779817754654'/><link 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type='text'>5 Years Ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6311606339/" title="Scott Wedding-009 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6031/6311606339_8cce6a48f8_z.jpg" alt="Scott Wedding-009" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;True Elopement Style....(our lil country wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We told only one soul....My friend Kimberly....I'm not even sure why I told...(probably b/c I can't keep a secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B and I decided on a Wed....I mean why wait...we had been dating a while...let's just do it......no stress....no fuss....We called a B&amp;amp;B (how rustic is that house?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6311606647/" title="Scott Wedding-069 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6215/6311606647_742df42b8a_z.jpg" alt="Scott Wedding-069" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and they did an elopement package...and had 1 room left.  I'm sure the owners were a bit surprised when I said the wedding was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; Saturday and could they put everything together....She said NO PROBLEM.  Kathy did a fantastic job....the cake, music, flowers, room, and dinner that night in a nearby barn.  How much more "us" could that have been?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to me telling that one dear soul Kimberly, she asked if we had the marriage license?  WHAT?  WHY?  Well b/c there was a 72 hr waiting period.  (eek)  We called the license office and they closed in 30 mins...and yes we needed it then 0r no wedding on Saturday.  Off we ran and got it with 1 minute to spare....(I was sweating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday came and the day was perfect....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we found some cute tack and feed shops that sold the most incredible furniture.  B bought me a rustic floor lamp.  (points).  Then we walked the small town's main square and bought a few more trinkets before heading back to the B&amp;amp;B to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6312127068/" title="Scott Wedding-083 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6226/6312127068_aaa99c07e1_z.jpg" alt="Scott Wedding-083" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ceremony was perfect....just the two of us overlooking the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6311606411/" title="Scott Wedding-012 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6226/6311606411_4c6c824f04_z.jpg" alt="Scott Wedding-012" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....couldn't have planned it better myself. (grins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6311606505/" title="Scott Wedding-013 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6052/6311606505_0ecf0fb821_z.jpg" alt="Scott Wedding-013" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got married on 11-4 (if you reverse the date it's my birthday) and so it was only fitting to get married at 5:07 (if you reverse that it's his bday july 5th) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still chuckle about the guests staying that weekend.  Most were young couples like us and were there celebrating their anniversaries.  Everyone was shocked that we just up and eloped.  Eyebrows were raised....and so being me I gave my 2 cents..."No I'm not pregnant...we actually got married b/c we love each other..."  Crazy that in this day in age that's the first thing you think when a couple elopes.  Everyone had a good laugh and champagne was passed around and toasted us on our happy day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just imagine the phone calls the next day to our families.  (my mother was not amused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a reception a few months later in a barn (where else) for friends and family......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 5 crazy years B.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta end it with a little Collin Raye's One Boy One Girl song...makes me all giddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuQWAt92IXo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuQWAt92IXo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-8177582009007686170?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8177582009007686170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8177582009007686170&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8177582009007686170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8177582009007686170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/5-years-ago.html' title='5 Years Ago....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6031/6311606339_8cce6a48f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2559665511705386998</id><published>2011-11-02T09:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:40:24.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello My Name Is Laura and I'm Addicted to Pinterest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There I said it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you know  most of you should say it too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(If you aren't on the Pinterest bandwagon get on now...shoot me an email and I'll send an invite) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;*yes, yesterday's &lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/hello-my-name-is-laura-and-im-addicted.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/9-months-in-and-9-months-out.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; photo of Dude w/the 'loves' next to him...yes...Pinterest is where I got the idea.  If only I had done that for all the months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I did NOTHING.  I mean like I really didn't do housework or cook dinner...(we did take out)  Wait...I did unload the dishes/load dirty and start a load of laundry.  I did feed the babies...(Lily had an alien spaceship Samwitch...for lunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did the house fall down?  Did the Earth quit spinning b/c Mommy DID NOTHING?  nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was I doing?  WHY CRAFTING PINTEREST STUFF ALL DAY OF COURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep saying I want to do this and that...so yesterday I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Burlap ....Burlap....and Moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6306063894/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6306063894_035549402d_z.jpg" alt="1" height="476" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For starters...no one mentioned how messy cutting burlap and moss were.  Hello.....have a work space you want messy.  My poor (half made) craft table. (another Pinterest idea steal)  I bought an old door and made a table into it.  I just haven't been down to Lowe's to have the glass cut.  Yesterday I wish I had done that...I sure needed a flat surface....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anywho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been dying to make one of those Moss Letters that they have in the PB catalog.  I found Moss sheets for $6.99 a sheet.  My letter took 2 sheets.....I'm thinking Christmas Gifts for the family.  This was fun to make and super easy.  Next time I'm using foam board for a sturdy back...I used poster board and then had to glue that to my favorite S.....(must see if I can find another big S like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6306078566/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6051/6306078566_cd1e25fce8_z.jpg" alt="4" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like they said....Trace around your letter about 1" if you can and glue down and overlap on back.....if there are some bare spots then just glue tiny pieces.  I happen to love how mine turned out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6306067650/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/6306067650_8b08414266_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next I moved onto Burlap...and freezer paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cut Freezer Paper the size of a sheet of paper and cut burlap the same....Ironed the 2 together and was ready to print (just remember shiny side down on burlap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*note: don't wear black...burlap is fuzzy when cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A tip when printing with your printer....yes it will jam...at least mine did....what I found worked best was cutting the edge one more time with your paper and burlap for a solid edge.  I think I didn't trim mine and had 2 different layer lengths and that's why it was catching (doh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a picture frame w/an S for the guest bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6305553657/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6219/6305553657_a50c494809_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and a burlap "Give Thanks" banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids didn't like the font on the banner b/c they couldn't tell what it said....(booo)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6306099586/" title="5 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6306099586_302e793cf2_z.jpg" alt="5" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I printed the letters....then cut a V out of it......then I used a hole punch and used tulle to hang them.  I like how it turned out.  But I think it's still missing something...maybe some fall-ish material on the ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next I'm gonna look for some wheat stalks and burlap and make some stuff for my bare mantle (we just got the mantle ...needless to say I'm going crazy wanting to decorate for each season now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on to RECIPES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you pin recipes you may have realized that they are hit or miss....Night before last was a huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Think Macaroni Grill's Pasta Milano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The family must have said a million time how fantastic it was and begged me to triple the recipe next time...I just eyeballed things for a double this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't really follow her recipe too much.....I added a few things...and probably did things a bit different too...here's what I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smoky Chicken Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle mesquite marinade (whatever I could find in store)&lt;br /&gt;1 package bacon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 onion finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 tbs garlic&lt;br /&gt;3 cups heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;lots of Parmesan (I just shake it until it looks good)&lt;br /&gt;Bow tie Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Git ur slow cooker out ma and pour the whole bottle of marinade over ur cluckers&lt;br /&gt;I slow cooked mine from 9:30-4 on slow and low.  (don't peek...u'll lose your heat ma'am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut up bacon before cooking so they are nice bite size pieces.  (member folks it shrinks when cooking) and cook that pig up.  (set aside)  pour out a lil of that bacon grease...leave a bit for cooking ur onion.&lt;br /&gt;Cook onion until a bit translucent and then toss in some garlic....cook another minute&lt;br /&gt;Pour in your cream and stir.  Cook until it bubbles a bit and then pour in Parmesan.  Wanna cook this to thicken it up a bit.  Toss in your bacon and keep stirring.  Shake you some S &amp;amp; P to taste....Viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get your cluckers from the slow cooker and shred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To serve...put some pasta in the bowl...pour sauce over and sprinkle some of that delish chicken on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winner winner chicken dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures...I forgot...it was Halloween and I was trying to get the chidden fed before candy time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2559665511705386998?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2559665511705386998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2559665511705386998&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2559665511705386998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2559665511705386998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/hello-my-name-is-laura-and-im-addicted.html' title='Hello My Name Is Laura and I&apos;m Addicted to Pinterest'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6306063894_035549402d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7467589375435558958</id><published>2011-11-01T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:16:42.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months In and 9 Months Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6302694978/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6302694978_de5f97b38a_z.jpg" alt="2" height="468" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I was pregnant longer than he's actually been toddling around on this earth.  I can remember rubbing my belly while watching his #2 sister spin around praying for him to be a calm child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6302396125/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6302396125_d726f821f8_z.jpg" alt="1" height="519" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers get answered like that....he is a calm child and did I mention he sleeps?  (something she needs to learn from him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6301997675/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6103/6301997675_f39ae40321_z.jpg" alt="4" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, he's as sweet as he looks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night was Halloween and Dude fought me kicking and screaming like I was sticking him with pins or something.  (seriously...I did a check of his costume and nothing)  I'd like to think $13 isn't cheap .....that a baby costume should hold up longer than 30 seconds...but the minute I went to button the thing all the buttons snapped off.  (you kidding me?)  I thought well that's fine...at least he will be cute and not buttoned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; no...Fail first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; attempt.  He went as himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; all good...my Lily child who wears costumes for oh all about 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (or less) was all ready to go by 5pm (1.5 hrs before we were meeting her friends) decked out in a full bunny costume hat and all.  (had the costume from back in the Kate costume days) I was mildly shocked to say the least that she wanted to dress up.  She refused to take it off and was ready to get candy like NOW.  Somehow I held her off (costume still on mind you).  Big sissy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; came over and they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ohh'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awe'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; over Lily the bunny.....then off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ_sIbwYIwk/Tq_ydVfkGZI/AAAAAAAAC5M/OQQN-jVzXjM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ_sIbwYIwk/Tq_ydVfkGZI/AAAAAAAAC5M/OQQN-jVzXjM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670017041682405778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(bunny and Linus touching the great pumpkin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night was a ball...Lily loved going door to door...she would hop along the way...sing songs...swing her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; treat bucket...just loving life.  Isn't that how childhood memories should be? She would remind me we don't go to houses with the lights off...and then point to ones lit up and take off running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-u6bBKzRVk/Tq_ydv6WQFI/AAAAAAAAC5U/H5s9cJkBMd8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-u6bBKzRVk/Tq_ydv6WQFI/AAAAAAAAC5U/H5s9cJkBMd8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670017048774066258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dude was a trooper...thankfully I had a snack trap full of baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nummies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to keep him happy.  He did his usual "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" and pointed at everything and all the people out with such excitement.  Both little ones really seemed to enjoy themselves....I mean who doesn't love the great outdoors and all the candy people just give you for looking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm off to hit the Halloween sales for next year...gotta build up my costume trunk for little boys....the girl clothes are busting at the seams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-7467589375435558958?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7467589375435558958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7467589375435558958&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7467589375435558958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7467589375435558958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/11/9-months-in-and-9-months-out.html' title='9 Months In and 9 Months Out'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6302694978_de5f97b38a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8317409485607311262</id><published>2011-10-31T08:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:02:20.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Miscellany Halloween Monday....Guess Who's Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" hspace="none" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one.  we have lift off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6298300519/" title="IMG_0588 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6298300519_7ddbc472d1_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0588" height="640" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yep you read that right....lil dude is walking.  i mean i guess i knew it was coming since that's all he's been practicing.  on friday hubs and i mentioned how we needed more little video shots of dude and so i grabbed my phone and started taking one....sure enough momma caught his first steps on video....of course you hear me tell him he's gonna fall...i couldn't figure out for the life of me what he was doing haha.  then little panty queen jumps in front.  (deep sigh) ...well at least she had clothes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aakv04zBN0M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aakv04zBN0M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two.   tom shom...get u a pair of GROOBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they keep talking about tom's shoes (sorry carissa) but i don't get the deal.  mini me had to have a pair and my (AWESOME) mil bought her a pair.  i mean what gives?  she looks like she is wearing a pair of slippers.  gross.  you want to do the whole 'give to charity' thing...then go here...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.groobs.com/"&gt;www.groobs.com&lt;/a&gt;.  this company was started by an old friend of mine from school (dated his brother)....he is still as crazy as he was growing up...and hasn't changed.  (thankfully)!! watch his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY &lt;/span&gt;video about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thirst project&lt;/span&gt;.  (one of the many charities your money can go to if you buy a pair)  ....and want to check out his cool shoes.  basically it's buy a pair and 50% goes to a charity of your choice...or if you pick the Thirst Project...100% goes to it...the shoes rock...I'm buying the kids some for Christmas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxdwzH5RpHg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxdwzH5RpHg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three.  trick and no treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;part of me wants to hide in the house and not share any candy.  i mean i bought it with my money ...and half the kids coming are bad and don't deserve it right?  (i'm sure mine are in that category).  kidding...puuulease.  one of the boys will sit out on the bench in front dressed in his best spooky attire and hold the candy bowl.  they hold perfectly still...making ppl wonder if they are real or not.  occasionally they will scare the living daylights out of some older punks...it's fun to watch.  last year we got a strobe light (i can't watch..it makes my vertigo worse) and a spooky soundtrack of spooky noises.  i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;four.  ghosts and goblins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what are your little ones this fun candy hunting day?  lily can't decide.  she changes daily.  yesterday she told me she wanted to be a juice box.  I MEAN REALLY LILY?!   that would have been fun to make but it's too late.  i'll lay out a handful of her costumes and she can pick.  as for little dude...i finally broke down and bought a tiger costume from wallyworld last night.  i figure it's gonna be cold and he'll need to dress warm....i failed mini me...she isn't going to be the paper doll....MOMMA CAN'T DRAW...and it looked so lame.  we didn't come up with a cut costume until last night...and no way to do it...Raggedy Ann...so we'll save that for next year....maybe i'll get it on sale after the holiday....oldest child is walking with his chick for halloween...they want to take lily.....awww young love.  and child #2 is the spooky kid on porch this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;five.  b, b, and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthdays&lt;/span&gt;...my brothers: one turned 40 on friday....the other turns 24 today.  happy birthday to both you crazy nuts.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;....a friend just sent her positive pregnancy test to me via txt.  part of me thought 'hey...maybe 6 kids would be fun'  i said PART of me.  then reid got up once and lily was up from 3-6...and that part went out the window.  i miss sleep.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weddings&lt;/span&gt;...a friend got married this weekend...elopement style...just like me and hubs did.  like true style...told no one...and it was just the 2 of you.....made me realize ours is going to be 5 yrs ago this coming friday...yep an anniversary post is coming from me very soon....(twirls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;six.  jeggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i broke down and bought both of the girls jeggings...i have to admit...as much as i made fun of them...they are freaking adorable on them.  i want them to wear them everyday.  and i want to be 40 lbs lighter and 4" taller to wear a pair too....(twirls again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-8317409485607311262?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8317409485607311262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8317409485607311262&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8317409485607311262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8317409485607311262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/happy-miscellany-mondayguess-whos.html' title='Happy Miscellany Halloween Monday....Guess Who&apos;s Walking'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6298300519_7ddbc472d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2419234618393601962</id><published>2011-10-28T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:19:53.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So That's Why They Say That.....(Reminder alert)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know when they say as a helpful reminder to change the batteries in your smoke/carbon monoxide detectors every daylight savings/time change...well listen to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or you could be like us...awake after midnight chasing the beeping sound from room to room trying to figure out which battery is low before it wakes all the kids.  (trust me when you are a parent to 5 kids...you don't want a domino effect of waking children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few weeks ago the carbon monoxide detectors were talking to each other at 4am.  Hubs slept through it...I wanted it to shut up and not wake the kids up.  But alas, I was the only one that couldn't sleep that night.  (batteries low...when one is low they chirp back and forth) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So last night .....picture hubs and I running around in the dark listening to all the rooms upstairs and down trying to find the beeping.  The &lt;s&gt; dumb &lt;/s&gt; dog was freaked out by the beeping and ran upstairs...A HUGE MISTAKE.  He got a scolding...(well basically when he encountered me in the hall he took off back downstairs like his life depended on it...don't mess with momma) We finally located the sound coming from oldest child's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine waking up to a big man on a 6' ladder and a hot mess of a woman shining a flash light up on your ceiling.  Oldest child woke....stared at us and rolled over back to sleep.  Either he thought "my crazy parents are at it again" or had no clue we were there.  (found out this morning that it was the latter) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I counted....we have 9 detectors to go around changing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heed my sleepless night....change the batteries in your beepers...You'll thank me later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....to &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beat down those who hate boring kid videos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; here is a video of sweet dude and what he does daily with chairs/stools/high chairs in our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLtVhigqJjI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLtVhigqJjI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2419234618393601962?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2419234618393601962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2419234618393601962&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2419234618393601962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2419234618393601962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/so-thats-why-they-say-thatreminder.html' title='So That&apos;s Why They Say That.....(Reminder alert)'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/th_lauranewsiggy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-9176760934099434302</id><published>2011-10-26T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T09:28:46.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily-ism's Continued....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6283336216/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6050/6283336216_3566ab27df_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are Lily's pumpkins....Steve and Bob.  No idea, so don't ask.  I assume she got that from the older boys...they name everyone Steve and Bob.   She loves Bob.....that is her "awww I love you so much" face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a minute ago she shushed me.  Yes, shushed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily: "momma shush"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: "what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lily:  "MOMMA I said to be quiet and not check my panties"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  "Lily if you need to go potty then let's go on the potty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lily:  "No MOMMA, be real quiet and turn around I may or may not be trying to poop in my Hello Kitty sparkle panties"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's my girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No she didn't poop...and she refused to sit on the potty...she rarely will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't force her on the potty either...it looks and sounds like I'm trying to bathe a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really hope I can look back at these blog posts of 'potty training lily days' and laugh at how long ago it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....more  Lily-isms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  "Lily...can momma  ask why you don't like using the potty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily: "sure momma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  "ok why don't you like sitting on the potty all the time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily:  "did you know I can make a small o and a big O with my mouth...watch."  (and then proceeds to show me by puckering her lips and then making a big mouthed O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess that conversation was over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....more Lily-isms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(giggles and more giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me...looks over and sees an upside lily on the couch...her head is hanging over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  "what's so funny silly lily"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lily:  "look momma...look at my boogey i put on the floor...it's so cuuuuute"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sure enough there is a sweet boogey on my floor...I mean I should be grateful she's not eating them huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;....more Lily-isms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily running around with a fly swatter screaming "Die you suckers Die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;....more Lily-isms, inside her imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"help momma help....My shirt is on fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(panic ripping through my heart....looks over and sees Lily standing on the couch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  "What? What?  Your shirt doesn't look on fire..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily:  "Momma get the Dragon...he's about to blow fire on me again"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(points at Dude Friend who puked) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;....more Lily-isms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Momma I tried playing hide n seek with Jesus...but He finds me every time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had to end with a Dude Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6283336672/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6283336672_d3c17c451b_z.jpg" alt="4" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-9176760934099434302?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/9176760934099434302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=9176760934099434302&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/9176760934099434302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/9176760934099434302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/lily-isms-continued.html' title='Lily-ism&apos;s Continued....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6050/6283336216_3566ab27df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5900127137138656872</id><published>2011-10-24T08:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:16:55.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks and Treats...Halloween Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6276514076/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6237/6276514076_0b97fc02fb_z.jpg" alt="6" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(do those spiders look like roaches?  (shivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I made some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;TREATS&lt;/span&gt; this weekend for the kids...they take a few days to set ...so today these little sweet treats are ready for eating.  (and yes dear father in law...I've pulled some aside for you too)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6275987715/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6230/6275987715_157a5d6581_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6275988411/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6019/6275988411_1e730e8a6f_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The spider webs were bigger than my outstretched  hand....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6276512204/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6060/6276512204_c4ba149fc6_z.jpg" alt="3" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pumpkins were a favorite of mine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6276513554/" title="5 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6031/6276513554_1be141c6c2_z.jpg" alt="5" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Lily is obsessed with all things Hello Kitty lately.....from her shirts, dresses, night nights, panties, coloring books, drinking cups, toothbrush, and begging for a dvd...(do they even make those)  I told her to put most of those things on a "wish" list.  She is more into the "now" list than a "wish" list though...who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I traced Hello Kitty's face and and made a template....then got to work on some extra cookies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every little girl needs a Hello Kitty Halloween cookie to start the week off right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the Hello Kitty turned out adorable....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6276514532/" title="7 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/6276514532_2c4cb8ee9b_z.jpg" alt="7" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm trying to come up with some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TRICKS&lt;/span&gt; for my little goblins.  It's like April Fools only more fun.......gotta get the little boy down the street too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day when Mini Me was coming home from school she saw two boys walking up to our door.  (one of them was the boy a few doors down...guess he didn't recognize Kate)  She asked them what they were doing?  They said about to Ding Dong Ditch that house (points to hers) She said "Well that's my house and if you wake the baby my mom will kill you"  (that'a girl)  They took off running.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought that story was a scream....and so of course I had to txt his mom.  I love her and wanted her to know I wasn't mad, but what he was up to.  She was sooo sorry and said she had caught him and that boy trying to do that to another house and read them the riot act.  I told her to tell him to beware....I was going to give him a Trick instead of a Treat when he least expected it.  (rubs hands together in evil like manner)  Gotta love little 4th grade sweet boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;(For those that keep asking for my recipes...I get mine at www.Karenscookies.net.  I buy most of my cutters there....and supplies.  I can't say enough about their customer service either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-5900127137138656872?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5900127137138656872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5900127137138656872&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5900127137138656872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5900127137138656872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/tricks-and-treatshalloween-cookies.html' title='Tricks and Treats...Halloween Cookies'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6237/6276514076_0b97fc02fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4414756865314891456</id><published>2011-10-20T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:11:41.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Mousse Cupcakes....and Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6263680640/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6042/6263680640_15d70846e8_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mentioned yesterday about a Pumpkin Mousse filled cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well before I posted I had to try it out ....so I could tell you if it was worthy or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For starters ....yes, yes, it's worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd....I would change the name ...it didn't taste like pumpkin and the cupcake was like pound cake....BUT EVERYONE LOVED IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The icing recipe was a joke for me...either I am totally insane...or they are.  Read on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6263155493/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6263155493_223d3bec13_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ingredients"&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="ACThead4"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cups&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 1/2&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teaspoons&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teaspoon&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cup&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1 stick) unsalted butter, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/4&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cups&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eggs&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teaspoon&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/4&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cup&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cup&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whipped topping, thawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cup&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;canned pumpkin pie filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frosting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ounces&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;semisweet chocolate, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg2"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tablespoons&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brewed coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bg1"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/3&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cup&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;unsalted butter, cut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="instructions"&gt;                     &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Heat oven to 375 degrees  F. Line 16 muffin cups with paper liners.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I only got 12 out of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; In a bowl, whisk flour, baking powder and  salt. In a large bowl, beat butter and sugar until smooth. Add eggs,  vanilla and 1/4 cup of the milk; beat 3 minutes, until fluffy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(what does that even mean when beating eggs and milk....it wasn't fluffy...but soupy so maybe fail #1 for me)&lt;/span&gt; In three  additions, alternately beat in flour mixture and remaining 1/2 cup milk.  Spoon scant 1/4 cup into each liner.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(gotta love ice cream scoopers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Bake at 375 degrees  F for 20 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool on wire rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Blend whipped topping and pumpkin pie  filling.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (try adding a 1/2 tsp of Pumpkin Pie Spice...)&lt;/span&gt;Spoon into a pastry bag fitted with a medium-size round tip.  Insert into top of each cake, about 1/2 inch deep, and    squeeze until  top starts to rise slightly.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I only had 12 cupcakes to fill...if I had 16 then I wouldn't have enough filling...I barely had enough for the 12.  I also would have gone down 1" instead of the 1/2".  So suggestion...double this filling and stick the sucker in deeper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frosting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p&gt;        &lt;span size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Microwave chocolate and coffee for 30  seconds. Stir,    then microwave 15 more seconds. Stir until smooth; add  4 pieces of butter at a time and stir until smooth. Let stand until  spreadable consistency.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(ok I got a ganache with these directions.  A really yummy one too, but......I let it sit out for a bit and still didn't get to frosting consistency like in the photo they showed.  I ended up adding more chocolate chips to make it thicken up.....then I got out my 1 lb box of powdered sugar and some cream and beat all that together for a FANTASTIC ganachey goodness frosting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;        &lt;span size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Frost cupcakes; chill until set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;Hubs asked if I made a pound cake....I said nope...he said he loved loved loved the cupcake texture...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(he's hard to please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;I hate websites that only let you rate a recipe and not comment why.  I love reading reviews...sometimes ppl have great suggestions...or if you had problems you can read you were not alone...or how ppl corrected the issues....(like with the frosting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;I might even try these again but w/a fruit filling...and a icing to match...maybe a cream cheese one...the possibilities are endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;If you were going through Dude withdrawals...here he is in all his snotty glory (yes ...still has his cold...boo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6263679498/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6263679498_bbf70fae51_z.jpg" alt="3" height="466" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&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/1299852452351771051-4414756865314891456?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4414756865314891456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4414756865314891456&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4414756865314891456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4414756865314891456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/pumpkin-mousse-cupcakesand-dude.html' title='Pumpkin Mousse Cupcakes....and Dude'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6042/6263680640_15d70846e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5469096398815206044</id><published>2011-10-19T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:44:53.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Back in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been reminiscing lately (enter song from Little River Band...for those of you old enough to know who they are...)  anywho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took a trip to Scotland/Ireland back in October around this time many moons ago....Best Trip Everrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought I'd share a few pics...and stories along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First stop was Edinburgh Scotland....Most of you know my sweet vertigo that I have...well that pertains to car rides too...and bus rides through winding streets = wooza.  We took a trip to   Glamis Castle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260935596/" title="Glamis Castle by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6236/6260935596_19721d95d9_z.jpg" alt="Glamis Castle" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure but I think this castle dates back to the 1300's.  Talking about rich in history.  I missed the whole ride up there...I was busy trying to not toss my cookies....I held it in until we parked....I remember bolting for the doors and inside the castles screaming "bathroom bathroom bathroom"  where I then proceeded to lose everything ....Needless to say I was white as a sheet sick to my stomach the rest of the day/tour.  Thankfully it was freezing inside and that made me feel better.  I will spare you with pictures of me since I was the color of my coat at the time....I mean hey, who can say they puked in the Queens house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being a little girl from Texas....anything with history over 200+ yrs old always has me in a grand mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260936622/" title="Vacation 014 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6053/6260936622_2f487dc341_z.jpg" alt="Vacation 014" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like trying to picture the people who actually walked those halls so many hundreds and hundreds of years ago...(besides I'm a sucker for ghosts and old haunted stories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look under the canopy of the Queen's bed...they embroidered all the names of the babies born there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260936080/" title="Queen's bed by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6093/6260936080_7747a4e980_z.jpg" alt="Queen's bed" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't remember much of the day...Other than wanting to cry each time it was time to get back on the bus for the next location.  Thankfully some sweet soul on the bus had Dramamine and I downed 3 and took a long snooze the rest of the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was back on my land legs just in time for dinner that night at Edinburgh's Castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260408907/" title="Edinburgh Castle by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6110/6260408907_5d03ceb1eb_z.jpg" alt="Edinburgh Castle" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a little good food...drinks...and Haggis Story w/ dancing to boot.  And yes, I ate Haggis...and no, it wasn't that bad...(grins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260935240/" title="dinner haggis by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6100/6260935240_f319ef8279_z.jpg" alt="dinner haggis" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outside the castle after dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260409811/" title="scottish bagpipes_2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6112/6260409811_652c9d2085_z.jpg" alt="scottish bagpipes_2" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;toured st andrew's golf course....had dinner on the Queens Yacht and tour of the town....tour of a whiskey brewery and dinner at an Inn....lots of great old buildings...lots of great food...and lots of entertaining friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off to Ireland....more great drinks...and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took a day trip to Wicklow to Powerscourt Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260585199/" title="me in front of fountain by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6047/6260585199_1f19dc8c23_z.jpg" alt="me in front of fountain" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then walking through the fields in Glendalough...the crosses were amazing. (you know me and my collection...too bad I couldn't get one home in my pocket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260584951/" title="glendalough_2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6162/6260584951_2a5898ee07_z.jpg" alt="glendalough_2" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260584823/" title="glendalough by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6260584823_0db6126e75_z.jpg" alt="glendalough" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6261109696/" title="glendalough wickla by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6167/6261109696_0693b696ae_z.jpg" alt="glendalough wickla" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The views were breathtaking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is St Kevin's Church...Irish saint who was known as the founder and first abbot of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glendalough" title="Glendalough"&gt;Glendalough&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/County_Wicklow" title="County Wicklow"&gt;County Wicklow&lt;/a&gt;, Ireland.  Died in around 618. (again loving some history)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6260584629/" title="glendalough wicklow by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6260584629_0f9653f0be_z.jpg" alt="glendalough wicklow" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More on my Ireland trip for another day...(Temple Bar...and St Stephen's Green......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got Pumpkin Mousse filled cupcakes to finish baking....(recipe to follow tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-5469096398815206044?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5469096398815206044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5469096398815206044&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5469096398815206044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5469096398815206044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/trip-back-in-time.html' title='A Trip Back in Time'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6236/6260935596_19721d95d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7043687024746575922</id><published>2011-10-17T13:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T07:59:23.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Are A Big Family When....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6255034994/" title="animal-humor by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6113/6255034994_11f1b21556.jpg" alt="animal-humor" height="240" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...none of your children have ever ridden in the same car at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...you go through a loaf a bread a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...when your bathroom closet looks like Sam's Club (toilet paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...you're out w/your kids and someone asks if you run a daycare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...you have to cook in 2 9x13 pans and don't have any leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...you buy 4+ gallons of milk a week and don't worry about the expiration date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...you always do a head count when you leave a building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...when you buy double of the 'family size' stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...the checker at the grocery store asks if you are throwing a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...someone asks if they are all yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...you buy your pots and pans in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; supply store (we just got a bunch of ours at Sam's Club).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...you finally got your dream car....  a 15 passenger van.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(needing to clarify...no we didn't get a 15 passenger van...would be nice though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-7043687024746575922?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7043687024746575922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7043687024746575922&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7043687024746575922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7043687024746575922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/you-know-you-are-big-family-when.html' title='You Know You Are A Big Family When....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6113/6255034994_11f1b21556_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2508673198212706319</id><published>2011-10-14T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:38:54.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Great things about iphones and chicks?  You can sit next to your man on the couch while he's watching sports and still Pin.  (giggles)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So last night I was surfing Pinterest and hubs was watching sports .....I usually always make him look at  something I find interesting or just plain crazy.  (He's a gem...he looks and seems to pretend to care...win win)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night it was the old man wearing the "hair sweater and ski boots"  poor man...he has got to be sweating up a storm w/that....(anywho)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was the one of those video wedding proposals....this one was of the guy leading the girl to the field and ppl would come up 2 at a time showing the her cards w/dates and things.  I said something about how you can't top the other video wedding proposal ....hubs said 'oh the one in the movie theater'  (see he does pay attention to me and all my crazy things)  and I said yes....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was too small on my phone to see what the actual cards said that they were holding and I told hubs I think it was dates of their "Firsts"....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mentioned....ohhhh please...as if that guy remembers their first stuff...I mean the actual dates...puulease.  He's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now hubs knows I take pride in remembering our first date .....(the other stuff I couldn't even begin to tell you) ....but I make it a point to relive for him the date...what we were wearing...what we ate...how we acted....the whole shabang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubs:  "when was our first date?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: "June 24"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubs:  "are you kidding me..............seriously"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: (total shock...that's not the date....OMG) NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I mean June 4th...June 4th.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubs:  "uh huh...blog about that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the record...I pulled that youtube  video up on my laptop...and it made me cry....very creative and sweet...my sons will have their work cut out for them one day....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you want to see the video...here ya go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/307006639/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/307006639_0ZWWJ7A7_c.jpg" height="undefined" width="undefined" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BE0fI9oUcM&amp;amp;feature=share"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/guelichfamily/" target="_blank"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2508673198212706319?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2508673198212706319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2508673198212706319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2508673198212706319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2508673198212706319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/me-and-hubs.html' title='Me and the Hubs'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/th_lauranewsiggy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5113496747814171090</id><published>2011-10-13T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:11:26.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Ok Thursday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brunchwithamber.com" title="Its Ok Thursdays"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/BlogDesigns/Buttons/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" alt="Its Ok Thursdays" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's ok.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that you made a cookie cake for the kids yesterday and forgot to leave a blank spot for hubs (he hates icing on his cookies)  You had a back up dessert...Lemon Bars. (yummo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6240281611/" title="photo-8 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6153/6240281611_73b9d7c5c5_z.jpg" alt="photo-8" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that your daughter shoots you with lasers from her fingertips.   She was a wearing a tutu and and fairy wings...so she's still your lil girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that said daughter won't let you even attempt to put anything in her hair ...let alone brush it.  She fell asleep and you put some adorable ponies in her hair and took pictures to prove it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6240788818/" title="pony by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/6240788818_eecc3f8fd4_z.jpg" alt="pony" height="478" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that you are turning into your mother.  She's pretty awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that again said little girl, got your phone and took over 100 photos of herself.  You had a giggle at all the shots she took while deleting them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6240271217/" title="lilyiphone by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6226/6240271217_13bbcbf651_z.jpg" alt="lilyiphone" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...to be excited about a chain letter than came in the mail for ur daughter...it involves stickers.  Now that's a chain letter worthy of beating down your friend's kids with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...you are thinking of repainting the pantry door an accent color...because Pinterest said so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that people make fun of you for sending in the Publishers Clearing House letters...We'll see who's laughing when you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-5113496747814171090?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5113496747814171090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5113496747814171090&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5113496747814171090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5113496747814171090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/its-ok-thursday_13.html' title='It&apos;s Ok Thursday....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6153/6240281611_73b9d7c5c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7417378962475952341</id><published>2011-10-12T12:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:23:00.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Quirks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I feel I should say...these are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;views below...if you don't agree or don't do some of these things...I'm not saying you're horrible...just telling you what I do....if you take it personal than the fault is within you....just saying)  on a happier note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had a lot of emails...comments about my "about me" section and I thought I would get to some "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explainin&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The God fearing woman and Aggie wife need no explanations...whoop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;breastfeeding, baby wearing, midwife using, natural birthing, cloth diaper lover, non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vax'n&lt;/span&gt; and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cosleeping&lt;/span&gt;....homeschooling ....(to name a few)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breastfeeding&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty much using what God gave me....no bottles to wash...no formula to mix....nothing to buy....(well except some fun nursing tanks and shirts) and comes straight from the valve already heated up to perfections....portable too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know most say they've had issues...etc...I've had pretty much everything that could go wrong go wrong...but I know how it is supposed to feel when it's right.  It's what works for me....I want my kids to get enough of the 'good stuff' in them to build antibodies.  I understand nursing isn't for everyone...I'm just saying what works for me.  (Did I say that twice?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I've been nursing now for over 3 yrs straight.  I nursed Lily through my pregnancy with Dude.  I weaned her a few months after he was born b/c I couldn't keep up with both.  I assume either Dude will wean himself in a few years....or I'll wean him around the same age as his sister.   There is something about cradling that sweet bundle in my arms and watching them suck away....knowing that I'm their comfort right now....My motto...?   A little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;booboo&lt;/span&gt; can solve anything (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Wearing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My babies love love love being held....We, as mom's, don't always have extra hands for carrying babes and still doing our "chores".  I don't know where I would be w/o my wraps, slings, side holders.  Reid has been worn since the minute he popped out.....I find him the happiest when strapped to me.  Who doesn't love having a happy baby on your hip/chest to snuggle and inhale (who doesn't love some baby fresh scents?)  Trust me .....they won't always want to be strapped and by your side forever...take advantage of it while you can.  Besides it frees up the buggy cart at the grocery store when you have multiple kids with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Midwife Using...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again...what works for me....I had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt; experience w/the epidural with my first.  I had pain and numbness for 6-8 months on one side after the birth.  Did I mention it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;?  I also had horrible hospital experiences.  I find it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard to labor naturally strapped to a bed....doing labor on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr's&lt;/span&gt; time and not your own.  I can't not say enough incredible things about my experience using a Midwife...and Birthing Center.  I think society has such a stigma on midwives?  Not sure why...but the way I look at it...Midwives have been around a lot longer than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dr's&lt;/span&gt; and hospitals...I'm a wimp when it comes to pain...but with the right support anything is possible.  If a  woman needs to walk...crawl...rock...sing...dance...swim...eat...moan....yell....sleep (as if) ..then she should do whatever it takes to work with the pain and have her baby.  Hospitals stick you in a bed strapped with monitors....AIN'T NATURAL I TELL YA.  For those wondering....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; has a movie on instant called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Business of Being Born"&lt;/span&gt;  give it a look and then tell me what you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloth Diapering....(with Lily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before ya git &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; that i got me some green in me.....think again.  (grins)  I did cloth diapers to 1. save $$$ 2. because they were so stinking (pun alert) cute.   But I think I spent more $ buying all the cute ones and more time on laundry than anything.  I forgot that I would have 4 kids (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;reid&lt;/span&gt; wasn't around yet) and 2 adults to do the washing for.   I found them super easy...super convenient and super fun though.  I would totally recommend them for those that don't have large families.  Then again...maybe laundry is your thing. I HATE IT AND HUBS KNOWS.  (poor him)  Yes, I've been know to have to restart the laundry multiple times b/c it's been forgotten in the washer.  The kids had to start doing their own last year...Momma was tired of it.  It made life so much easier...not to mention they need to learn sometime right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non Vaccinating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't have enough pages in the blog to get started on this one. Besides I'm not here to beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; down with what you want injected in your children...they are your kids not mine.  I don't expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; to tell me what to do with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;punkins&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm lucky to have a pediatrician that believes in selective &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vax'n&lt;/span&gt;.  Spacing those little suckers out....One day hubs and I  just started scratching our heads and wondering why does Big Brother push so hard these shots on our kids...unnecessary ones and so many at once.  A babies brain does the most growing in the first 2 yrs.  Why not let that little one grow a bit before we inject some toxins in them.  Again...personal decisions.  But google what's in those vaccines and tell me what you think about injecting those in your little 7-8lb baby at birth.   We see our chiropractor for wellness check ups and for when we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sicky&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact yesterday I took Lily and Dude b/c they got some runny noses....I also use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;homeopathic&lt;/span&gt; stuff to treat things too....I load my kids on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Vit&lt;/span&gt; D and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; Rose and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lithy&lt;/span&gt; Tree.  I usually forget the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; Rose until a runny nose happens...boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CO SLEEPING...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was never a fan.  I could never understand&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THOSE&lt;/span&gt; parents.  I mean this is your bed...that is their bed...the 2 don't mix.  Besides I like my space...and I like having my hubs all to myself.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT IS UNTIL A LILY HAPPENED&lt;/span&gt;.  She never slept and nursed all the time.  Finally at 11 months I threw my hands up and put her in my bed and guess what?  SHE SLEPT ALL NIGHT...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; well all night meaning she would roll over to nurse) but it was the first time in 11 months that I slept peacefully.  And so a co sleeper was born.  She is still in our bed...and in fact we have the largest bed in history.  Hubs built a platform the height of our king size bed...and put a full size mattress on it.  So we have a full/king combined.  Bring it on co-sleepers!  (side note....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;reid&lt;/span&gt; sleeps great in his bed for now...and for now that's where he stays...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homeschooling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why can't a parent be in control of their child's education?  I don't really care for all the material they are teaching the big kids in school.  I feel like I have to "reprogram" them at home.  I won't get started, but the Civil War &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; fought over slavery....I am so tired of the 'books' telling my child this.  I'm not a fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abe Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; either...but again this isn't to smack people down but to explain my views on raising &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;family.  I think growing up I  just accepted what they taught me in school as "right" and never realized there were 2 sides to everything.  It's a lifestyle choice to choose to educate your children at home.  Don't get me wrong....I love me some teachers.  I believe there are so many out there that have a gift for teaching students.  (Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kerbi&lt;/span&gt;) and some that should just stay home.. You can just see it in their eyes that they lost the spark ...part being that they spend so much time being a parent and having to stop lessons to discipline children that the teaching gets rushed.  Besides...you know me...ms social butterfly....I can't wait for homeschooling groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now you know....still wanna be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-7417378962475952341?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7417378962475952341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7417378962475952341&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7417378962475952341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7417378962475952341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/me-and-my-quirks.html' title='Me and My Quirks'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/th_lauranewsiggy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-3337283066346364991</id><published>2011-10-10T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:37:00.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Away From the Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's turning into be a fine Monday....(not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dude has his first cold.  I assume it's a cold.  He got a runny nose on Saturday...slight...I thought maybe he was/is teething again.  Sunday it got worse....and last night I had a heck of a time getting him to sleep.  He just couldn't breathe and snot was everywhere.  He screamed like he was in pain and finally after a few hours (yes hours) he passed out in my arms.  Those dark circles you see are only accentuating my high cheek bones.  ( I keep telling myself that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add to that....Lily hasn't gone potty in the night for about 2 yrs now.  Awesome huh?  That is until last night.  I thought since she hasn't pee pee'd at night we wouldn't keep confusing her with diapers and just keep her in her panties.  (can you see where I'm going?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I mention she co-sleeps?  Yep, hubs comes to bed late last night and goes to cover her up...only to find her soaking....and not just soaking SHE WENT POO TOO...ok she never does that at night.  Needless to say I'm up to my ears in laundry.  I mean really?  Really?  It's Murphy's Law huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet boy looks so pitiful this morning...my heart is breaking for him.  I pray in a few days this has passed and he's back to his sweet angel self.  I'm pushing extra herbs/vitamins on him now too....gotta love some herbs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for me?  I'm a bit of sleep deprived today.....(been like this since last week)  I'm a bit on edge ....(lack of sleep) but I'm loving having the big kids home from school...Thanks Columbus.  If only I can keep my cool...I'm on a short straw today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing.....I'm not sure any can relate, but with each baby I have I lose hair after their birth.  Usually doesn't happen until the baby is around 3 months old and then lasts for close to a year.   It gets so bad that parts are missing and my hair looks terribly out of shape.  Then the new growth starts.  The  most noticle is around my temples and forehead.  Lately I get the "ohhhh you cut bangs...why so short?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ummmm hello?  Who cuts bangs to their hairline? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few weeks ago I took the scissors to my length.  Now mind you I can't cut hair...(nor can I style hair) and I snipped about 3" off the longest layer.  It seemed really easy .....I piled my hair on my head and grabbed another layer and cut again.  Oops...this time I messed up...I wasn't really paying attention to what layer I was cutting and cut a chunk of one of the long layers.  I looked insane.  I txt my bff Maribel to help...she told me to quit cutting my hair and how to try to fix it.....I did and it was ok...but a few long pieces were bugging me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few days later I was at it again.  This time I was trying to even out the layers and grabbed some around my face and cut some layers ...but still long enough to tuck behind my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then again....a few days later I was at it again.  I thought for sure I'd be bald by the time I was finished.  (Now I know why small tots like to cut their hair with scissors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enter yesterday&lt;/span&gt;....I  hate my hair.  I can't wear it in a pony b/c of all the missing hair at my temples..my "bangs" are horrible..I look like a bigger hot mess than I already am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what does any girl do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She grabs the scissors and makes bangs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been 9 yrs since I've even had any....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I was smart...I txt my gf Maribel and told her what I was about to do....I think her first reaction was ..."Girl you're crazy...just be careful and don't go to short"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I got on youtube.  hee hee...That was a huge help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off I ran to the bathroom with dude friend in tow...and 15 mins later I had some bangs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hubs reaction?  "You look weird....like you have a mullet"  (he hates bangs....did I mention?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the kids busted out laughing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Really was it that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The oldest asked if I was trying to go 90's.  (what does that even mean?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 2nd just giggles really hard when he looks at me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mini Me started crying....(not sure why...maybe she wants some too now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily didn't notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dude Friend just stared at me for a bit and then didn't pay me no mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really wish the kids would quit laughing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the  phone self  photo portrait....hubs said again...stupid picture...and asked why I look mean and angry....(deep sigh) maybe b/c people keep telling me how bad I look...(or maybe I'm just tired.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6230548331/" title="hair by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6057/6230548331_9f14c6b6a4.jpg" alt="hair" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-3337283066346364991?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/3337283066346364991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=3337283066346364991&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3337283066346364991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3337283066346364991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/step-away-from-scissors.html' title='Step Away From the Scissors'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6057/6230548331_9f14c6b6a4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-3440208680117172829</id><published>2011-10-06T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:29:30.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Ok Thursday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dy8RqQVa1s/To2yT-lwxjI/AAAAAAAAC5A/o5U02f_Yto0/s1600/hello%2Bkitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brunchwithamber.com/" title="Its Ok Thursdays"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/BlogDesigns/Buttons/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" alt="Its &amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...to have&lt;/span&gt; to eat crow after your temper tantrum to your hubs yesterday.  you see when baking the Chocolate Ganache Cake (see yesterday's post) the timer went off.  Now granted we were both in the kitchen....but only he heard it....and he turned it off.  He didn't tell me "hey the timer went off"  or take the cake out of the oven...he just turned it off.  About 15 mins later it dawned on me my cake should be done...when I looked at the stove the timer was off....I flew to the cake and jerked it out.  Of course I went into "OMG WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME OR TAKE IT OUT" rant.  He said the ..usual "why? you were standing there too"  ...needless to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CAKE TASTED DIVINE&lt;/span&gt; last night w/the inlaws....today I eat crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...to be&lt;/span&gt; baking up a storm for the Baby's Playgroup for tomorrow morning and that your more excited about getting to hang out with other mommies than seeing babies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...to have&lt;/span&gt; a theme for the Playgroup even though all the mommy's will be mad b/c that's not what it's about.  I'm still in party planning mode.  (Theme...black, white, pink zebra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...to have&lt;/span&gt; made 8 different clothespin drink markers for all our drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...to have&lt;/span&gt; found some of these cookies for the theme too to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u1Xha4J89o/To2vt0k2F_I/AAAAAAAAC44/h_e_aaiUqzQ/s1600/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u1Xha4J89o/To2vt0k2F_I/AAAAAAAAC44/h_e_aaiUqzQ/s400/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660373508416739314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...to realize&lt;/span&gt; that your daughter peeing on the floor is better than her holding it all day like before....you love the smell of your Febreeze scented swiffer mop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...that your&lt;/span&gt; family ate all the Scarecrow Crunch (see Tuesday blog) in one day... you bought enough to double the batch and will refill today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... that your&lt;/span&gt; daughter slept in this shirt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dy8RqQVa1s/To2yT-lwxjI/AAAAAAAAC5A/o5U02f_Yto0/s1600/hello%2Bkitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dy8RqQVa1s/To2yT-lwxjI/AAAAAAAAC5A/o5U02f_Yto0/s400/hello%2Bkitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660376362963224114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's Texas...we protect our own here (thanks Auntie Rachel for the shirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...that your&lt;/span&gt; sweet baby boy woke up 3 times last night.  Those dark circles add color to your pale face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...that your&lt;/span&gt; son has a girlfriend....you're still his # 1 girl. (right?!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-3440208680117172829?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/3440208680117172829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=3440208680117172829&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3440208680117172829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3440208680117172829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/its-ok-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Ok Thursday....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u1Xha4J89o/To2vt0k2F_I/AAAAAAAAC44/h_e_aaiUqzQ/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8336697250387601631</id><published>2011-10-04T16:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:35:54.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKgx0nOi4kc/ToyHN2jAHZI/AAAAAAAAC4w/LF3kOKaH8E4/s1600/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I'm loving ...Good Food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6214783246/" title="2  by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6214783246_82f7345719_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to the recipe folder I found from 2007....found  this beauty from the October 2009 issue of Family Circle for Pasta  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fagioli&lt;/span&gt;.  I remember making this and love love loving it.  Made it again  last night. I didn't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;capicola&lt;/span&gt; on hand so I sub pepperoni  instead.  (I prefer the ham flavour over the pepperoni...just saying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here's the winner winner soupy dinner for you to try....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pasta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fagioli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1 T. olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;3 cloves garlic, finely chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1 32 oz. box reduced sodium chicken stock/broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;2 cans (8 oz. each) no-salt-added tomato sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1 t. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; seasoning (although, I added more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1/2 lb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ditalini&lt;/span&gt; pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;4 carrots, peeled and sliced into coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;2 cans (15 oz. each) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cannellini&lt;/span&gt; beans, drained &amp;amp; rinsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1/4 lb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;capicola&lt;/span&gt; (spicy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; ham)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1/2 t. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1/2 t. black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1 c. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;Grated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt; cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;Heat   oil in saucepan over medium-high heat. Add garlic and cook 1 minute.   Stir in chicken stock, water, tomato sauce and Italian seasoning. Bring   to a boil. Add pasta and carrots; simmer for 10 minutes, stirring   occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;Stir in beans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;capicola&lt;/span&gt;, salt and pepper. Heat through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;Serve warm with grated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt; cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I'm loving...Peppermint Mocha Creamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing like starting your morning with a bit of minty goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I'm loving.... A good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on  page 13 I was already crying....I'm a sucker for books.  (in case you  were wondering...it's nothing educational or something that will make my  mind grow....it's a series from Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lael&lt;/span&gt; Miller....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I'm loving ....Wednesday dinner w/the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Inlaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6214752362/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6225/6214752362_a24ec21739_z.jpg" alt="1" height="616" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'm baking a Chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ganache&lt;/span&gt; Cake ...it looks sinful and  smells utterly amazing baking right now.  I'm already in heaven and I  haven't tasted it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6214753026/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6097/6214753026_7cab0a6fe7_z.jpg" alt="2" height="640" width="589" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm loving ....that my very own Princess...loves being a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6214805836/" title="snow white by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6056/6214805836_658d674cf2_z.jpg" alt="snow white" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better in life than playing a little make believe.  That's why I  don't object to Halloween and all the fun that goes with it.  It's a  day where a child can walk around dressed as anyone they want to  be...and it's like one giant party in their yard...and better yet?   Candy out the wazoo.  Lily is gonna be Tinkerbell ...and Mini Me is going to be a Paper Doll....We are going to make it....got the idea from Family Fun magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKgx0nOi4kc/ToyHN2jAHZI/AAAAAAAAC4w/LF3kOKaH8E4/s1600/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKgx0nOi4kc/ToyHN2jAHZI/AAAAAAAAC4w/LF3kOKaH8E4/s400/doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660047503748242834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-8336697250387601631?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8336697250387601631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8336697250387601631&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8336697250387601631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8336697250387601631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/what-im-lovin-wednesday.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin Wednesday'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6214783246_82f7345719_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7298714336101666321</id><published>2011-10-04T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:49:03.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Arm and A Leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what it cost me for my addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohhhh PINTEREST....you made a hole in my wallet today and you don't even care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just had had had to make some cute treats for the kids when they got  home from school today.....didn't realize until I was loading my buggy at how much this treat was costing me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the thing about Pinterest....we get lured...suckered....roped..enchanted....bewitched...charmed...into all the photos and recipes...and decorating ideas.....and we just have to create the masterpieces ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with that being said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd do it again....(evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because this stuff rocks....if you love a little sweet....and you love a little salty....and you love being dangerous and mixing the two together....then by all means git'ya some.  (or you could just come over and I'll share mine...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6211160109/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6107/6211160109_1a3646d247_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Scarecrow Crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(makes 15 cups)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 cups crunchy oatmeal cereal squares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 cups tiny twisted pretzels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 (24 oz) bag autumn mix honey candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 cups Reese's pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 oz caramel popcorn w/nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 bag (7.2 oz) of chocolate graham baked snacks (Goldfish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-7298714336101666321?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7298714336101666321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7298714336101666321&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7298714336101666321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7298714336101666321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/arm-and-leg.html' title='An Arm and A Leg'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6107/6211160109_1a3646d247_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5335019128292310795</id><published>2011-10-03T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:32:55.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellany Lundi....My Dude Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" hspace="none" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un.  8 Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6207088629/" title="12 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6207088629_f4be9e8064_z.jpg" alt="12" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday marked 8 months for little man. how can that be possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6207601166/" title="10 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6130/6207601166_04917fa43e_z.jpg" alt="10" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like yesterday he was in Mon ventre (my belly) i can still remember the pure exhaustion of being pregnant...the unknowns of what he looked like and how his little personality would be. i am so blessed.  he is better than I dreamed and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6207089989/" title="14 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/6207089989_560e83c806_z.jpg" alt="14" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said many many times...God knew I needed him after Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6207089283/" title="13 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6157/6207089283_774d7f1f7b_z.jpg" alt="13" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is laid back and sleeps  (ha)&lt;br /&gt;Happy 8 months mon petit bébé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6207602226/" title="11 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6168/6207602226_e1790a616d_z.jpg" alt="11" height="486" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deux.  speaking of dude&lt;br /&gt;we had our first boo boo this weekend.  i do my best to watch everything he gets into.  he is being so exploitative lately and i am all for it.  he's been so connected to my hip it's nice to know he can be out of my line of vision and not need to be held.  he's trying to hard to walk...he took a step from the table to the couch this weekend....it's only a matter of time....doesn't seem possible.  but....sunday he wandered into the kitchen...things are still baby proofed from lily...or so i thought.  one cabinet was left unlocked (it's only my pots and pans) little did mommy know there were pans stacked on the shelf and dude pulled them down on him....it probably would have been fine except for the fact that there was an iron sandwich press inside.  it got him smack on the eyebrow bone. thankfully i got a booboo gel ice pack on him and it looks terrific today.    poor sweetie pie though.  he was such a trooper.  breaks my heart when my babies get hurt.  first of many i know in the years to come of being a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trois.  P&lt;br /&gt;oh the dreaded potty training.  man i thought i knew it all.  lily again isn't like the rest though.  why am i surprised?  i guess i thought she couldn't surprise me anymore.  but the girl just won't go.  i mean like at all now.  she went 24 hrs and only went once...ONCE.  i was freaking out.....i was ready to throw in the towel.  i mean there are kids that have accidents...and ones afraid of potty's and well name something else....BUT  HOLDING IT?  i hate putting the diapers back on her but shesh.  the next day she only pee'd twice.  i was starting to panic that her kidneys would get injured.  i called her pedi and they said to keep pushing the fluids and encourage warm baths.  i'm at my wits end.  i know she is ready....the girl knows what she is doing....she's smart as a whip and gets what time it is (figure of speech) i thought for sure after a few days of doing that she would get more used to going on the potty, but she's not....it's getting worse.  this was suppose to be a piece of cake like the first 3.  prayers needed our way please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quatre.  pinterest&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn't like totally obsessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt; isn't in love with this site?  i have been getting all my meals from there....i tell hubs i now have an excuse now to be on it.   come over and follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinq.  doggy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6207600032/" title="9 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6155/6207600032_7fe004700c_z.jpg" alt="9" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know many of you know i'm not much of an animal lover.  no haters....i do ppl better than pets.  but that doesn't mean i don't love when my babies love on MoMo.  Mo's a great family pet...he's terrific to the small ones that rip fur when they try to ride.  he's had some great photos through the years with Miss Wild Child....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six. Fall Y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6207096977/" title="IMG_5350 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6176/6207096977_0320c0ce61_z.jpg" alt="IMG_5350" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, yesterday it was official in my house.  i got to decorate.  the lil pumpkin boy is out and finally Lily wasn't afraid of him....reid tried to attack him so i think we're off to a great start.  he's the greeter when you walk in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept.  homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;yep, i'm going to start preschool homeschooling for miss thang this month.  i am heading to Mardel for some lessons and little stuff for her to do.  hubs sends me daily info and now i just need to sit down and lesson plan for her.  most families do latin lessons...but i'm interested in french.  hubs knows a few words and oldest child is on his 2nd yr of french in hs.  what better time to learn a foreign language than when your little brain is young and impressionable, right?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-5335019128292310795?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5335019128292310795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5335019128292310795&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5335019128292310795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5335019128292310795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/10/miscellany-mondaymy-dude-friend.html' title='Miscellany Lundi....My Dude Friend'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6207088629_f4be9e8064_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-791885947213722167</id><published>2011-09-30T00:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:56:16.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6198564972/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6158/6198564972_8fff454dd7_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When life gives you Lemons....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6198045053/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6198045053_e2bbc09b1c_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make a Coconut-Lemon Loaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My man ♥'s coconut things....  I ♥ my man and try to do nice things to please him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6198566492/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6129/6198566492_43e8857380_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a ripper of recipes.  I get a magazine and 'rip' the recipe from it...then I shove it into a folder or binder.  I just stumbled upon a folder I forgot about and discovered sweet goodness (think back to the cupcakes from Lily's party)  recipes dating back to 07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This recipe is from Family Fun...I'm sure from 07 too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I love about this recipe was you can mix everything by hand.  Don't get me wrong...I love love love my stand mixers, but there is something about mixing by hand (makes me feel like I'm Laura Ingalls on the prairie....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I doubled the glaze for this recipe...I'm a sucker for glazes...you can never have too much sweetness.  I also didn't have lemon extract on hand, but did have coconut extract (I keep it on hand b/c again...I ♥ my man) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;USING THE COCONUT EXTRACT WAS A MUST I THINK...so alter it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;" class="dottedRule"&gt;&lt;dt class="orange smHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;       &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;1 cup sugar  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;5 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;3 tablespoons canola or vegetable oil  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons finely grated lemon zest &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon lemon extract &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(or coconut extract like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;1/4 cup milk     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;2 large eggs   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;3/4  cup buttermilk   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;2 1/2 cups flour   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon salt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;1/2 cup (2 ounces) sweetened flaked coconut  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;Coconut-Lemon Glaze (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;" class="dottedRule itemInstructions instructions"&gt;&lt;dt class="orange smHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;" class="dottedRule itemInstructions instructions"&gt;&lt;dt class="orange smHeading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;                              &lt;ol class="instructions"&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions1 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Line a 9- by 5-inch loaf pan with waxed or  parchment paper (or grease and flour it), then set it aside. Heat the  oven to 350º.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions2 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         In a large bowl, whisk together the sugar,  melted butter, oil, lemon zest, lemon extract, vanilla extract, and  milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions3 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         In a small bowl, whisk the eggs and the buttermilk until  evenly blended. Set the bowl aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions4 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         In a medium-size bowl, whisk the flour, baking  powder, and salt. With a wooden spoon, stir about a third of the flour  mixture into the sugar mixture, then alternately add half of the  remaining egg mixture and half of the flour mixture, stirring after each  addition just enough to blend. Stir in the coconut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions5 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Pour the batter into the prepared pan and smooth  the top with a spoon. Bake on the center oven rack until a toothpick  inserted into the center of the bread comes out clean, about 45 to 50  minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions6 orange"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Remove the pan from the oven and put it on a  cooling rack for about 15 minutes, then remove the loaf and place it on  the rack to finish cooling. When the loaf is  completely cooled, in  about two hours, apply the Coconut-Lemon Glaze, if using. Makes 10  servings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*note: I didn't wait 2 hrs...I waited about 10 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6198048507/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6198048507_af49a8ef59_z.jpg" alt="4" height="306" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-791885947213722167?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/791885947213722167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=791885947213722167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/791885947213722167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/791885947213722167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='Sticky Sweet'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6158/6198564972_8fff454dd7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7031041286262393572</id><published>2011-09-29T14:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:45:57.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Ok...Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brunchwithamber.com" title="Its Ok Thursdays"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/BlogDesigns/Buttons/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" alt="Its Ok Thursdays" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's ok.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to have to say the words "Lily quit trying to ride your little brother...he's not a horse" on a daily basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to pretend like you know all the capitals of the states when reviewing them with your 5th grader....she'll never know. (no judging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to tell your husband you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to be looking at Pinterest all the time...where does he think all the awesome meals have been coming from lately?  (hello...made the Crispy Southwest Chicken Wraps last night w/some minor additions and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAN TAS TIC&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to be EXCITED about Saturday being October 1st.  You can officially decorate for Fall (says hubs) and Dude Friend turns 8 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to realize that even though you have 5 kids you still don't know everything about Potty Training or Parenting for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...be up all night thinking about the fact that you have a teenager that dates.....until then I just might not sleep until I'm 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to stand outside and point fingers at the cars speeding.  I'm tired of having to 'remind' adults how to drive in the mornings while little kids are riding their bikes to school.  I'm ok with being 'that crazy lady'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to be excited that Pop Up Video is coming back after 9 yrs.  I love that show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to plan a play date at your house so you can whip up some Caramel Macchiato cream for the coffee.  Cravings should be shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to plan a birthday party 4+ months away for your baby.  He's gonna be 1 after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to secretly be tired of the dog (granted it's no secret) I'm sick of fur sticking to everything and finding it my baby's mouth.  As much as I swiffer, vacuum, wipe, clean, and get on my hands and knees to get all the baseboards...I CAN'T GET IT ALL AND IT BUGS ME.  I won't tell you the places I  have found the dog hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to see a princess potty chair in my living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to call your mom and tell her to call you not txt you to talk.  (shouldn't it be the other way around?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&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/1299852452351771051-7031041286262393572?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7031041286262393572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7031041286262393572&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7031041286262393572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7031041286262393572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/its-okthursday.html' title='It&apos;s Ok...Thursday'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/th_lauranewsiggy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-7083682453682021103</id><published>2011-09-28T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:31:41.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training....With a Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6191616521/" title="pottytraining by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6131/6191616521_11d84fe87b.jpg" alt="pottytraining" height="302" width="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First off...I'm grateful for no carpet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second...Thank goodness couches can be cleaned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear I thought she would be the first of 5 to potty train.   She's so different you know?  (just agree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first kids were a breeze....no problems...we started using the potty....and every time I asked them (which was like every 40 mins in the beginning stages) they got on the potty and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before leaving...boom they went....out running errands (if goodness be they needed to go "gross") they went.  No issues.  IN fact they LOVED wearing new big boy/girl panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DA DA DOMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enter in Lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is always wanting to do what you are doing...mimics every single thing I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great I thought...we've got a winner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I forgot who I was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing with Lily has been easy.  You would think this was my first Rodeo at being a parent with this one.  She has rewritten every book out there.  I think God blessed me with her at the age I am now, b/c no telling what kind of parent I would have been to her when I was the age I was with the first 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have learned from experience....to introduce it and see how things fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I first tried the potty  around age 2 to Lily (not ready)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried all the tricks this past year of Potty Charts with stickers...rewards....special potty seats...name it I tried it....nope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and so the introducing kept happening...after a while I gave up, but would occasionally ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her response was always the same "NOPE I looooooove my diapers...I'm happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok ...that's a sign she AIN'T ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here we were embarking on her 3rd birthday and it's to the point now where she is just capital L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily is one of those that if you don't poke and prod she won't do it....she sets her own pace.  I've told her father...she doesn't run us we run her and we need to force certain issues or she NEVER will do things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think of Lily as a cat...You know how You don't own a cat they own you? (giggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily's best bud next door is 3 weeks older (the family I mention often...we had our #4 and #5 babies at same time)  Well Ollie is now wearing big boy pants so we made a show of how cool it was....she was happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I let her birthday come and go w/o forcing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the day after I was starting to force the issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was a fun day (chokes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know the first week of potty training (or so I've only read about) how your basically asking the child at different intervals to go potty.  The over excitement when 'things' actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it looks like we'll be staying home for a few weeks wearing nothing but panties and t-shirts until we get this down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mopped the floor about 4 times...and she hit the potty 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first time she screamed with fear....I screamed with joy.  Hubs came to find us jumping up and down...(Lily looking like she saw a ghost....me thinking 'omg I can finally use her diaper money for a pedi for myself)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm grateful that with all the accidents yesterday she didn't give up and ask for a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got a station set up downstairs w/a stack of towels....fresh panties and stash of Salt Water Taffy (don't judge...whatever works in my new Lily Book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO that is where you will find me if you need me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I should make a potty cookie for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Congrats You're Using the Potty Like a Big Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;theme?  I could get really creative with the decorations on it huh  (grins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-7083682453682021103?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/7083682453682021103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=7083682453682021103&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7083682453682021103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/7083682453682021103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/potty-trainingwith-lily.html' title='Potty Training....With a Lily'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6131/6191616521_11d84fe87b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-4416833469531079351</id><published>2011-09-27T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:55:36.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Thinking About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I get to what "I can't stop thinking about...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to post a few photos of the cookies I baked for Lily's 'actual' day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187231811/" title="7 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6187231811_fc5179e4ea_z.jpg" alt="7" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had so much fun decorating these.  I can't say enough about the frosting I'm using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187755396/" title="8 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6187755396_1748d869be_z.jpg" alt="8" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the recipe I used when I  decorated my first cookie....I used it for a few months and ppl kept saying how royal icing was the way to go and I switched.  I tried about 3 recipes and was never happy with one.  I went back to my favorite Butter Cream recipe for the caterpillar cookies and BAMMMMMMMMMMMMM.  I don't care what ppl say about royal icing....I ♥♥♥♥♥ my old recipe and it totally makes the cookies.  The colors stay so much more vibrant...not to mention the flavor is out of this world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187759662/" title="10 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6171/6187759662_4aa642f036_z.jpg" alt="10" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the cookie recipe I always use and the Butter Cream one...click &lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2010/12/decorative-cookieshow-to-plus-extras.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily had a great day...it started off with a cookie for breakfast (hello it's her birthday) and a few presents from mommy and daddy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187745918/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6157/6187745918_5849991aed_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then after Mr Reid went down for a nap Lily and I played 'baking'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187757318/" title="9 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6162/6187757318_5c91d1ce17_z.jpg" alt="9" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her sweet friend Macy gave her an awesome little wooden cupcake set and she can't stop pretending to be mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then it was Tinkerbell Fairy time.  Mommy and Daddy bought her the Ro fairy and her best friend next door (Ollie) bought her Tink her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187226601/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6187226601_37f32ee68e_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily is obsessed with all things Tinkerbell and Hello Kitty lately.  A quick addiction...(aren't they all?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Reid's nap we headed to Tar-jay for an Icee....(ok and some shopping for mom)  and then off to Chick-fil-A for some birthday nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't complete the afternoon w/o a walk in the new wagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187841350/" title="photo-7 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6187841350_3df26eb212_z.jpg" alt="photo-7" height="640" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Lily looks beaten down...but it's only b/c Mommy was taking too long to get her phone out for a photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every time we went under a Weeping Willow, Lily would say we were in the jungle....We went through many jungles finding wild animals.  (I kept finding just 2...wonder who they were?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(it's not a blog post w/o our Dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187751570/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6162/6187751570_1884e8ca5b_z.jpg" alt="6" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on to the topic of this post.....what I can't stop thinking about "DINNER Last NIGHT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made Buffalo Chicken Pizza...thanks to Pinterest.  (♥)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187764098/" title="11 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6170/6187764098_b4bf55b319_z.jpg" alt="11" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The recipe is quite simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For starters....I only use Naan bread to make my pizzas.  I can't say enough about how they cook up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to quadruple  this recipe...but the basics were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buffalo sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shredded chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tb butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/4 cup franks hot sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 tsp brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tsp apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melt butter in pan...then stir in sauce, sugar, vinegar and heat through...add your shredded chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;white sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tb greek plain yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tb mayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;salt and garlic powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stir all together and set aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;preheat oven to 400.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spread a layer of the white sauce on the naan bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then top with buffalo chicken mixture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sprinkle with mozzerella cheese and chopped red onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;bake about 10-12 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Each bite I kept saying and hearing "OHHH MAN THIS IS GOOD...OHHHH MAN THIS IS GOOD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The children have begged for this again next week....I have to agree...it's a good one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After dinner the kids got to dig into the Cupcake Cookies...The night before when they saw me decorating them....one of the cookies had a bit more sprinkles than the others.  Each of the kids started  fighting over who got that one...Child #2 decided to pick up the cookie and lick it to claim it.  Silence fell over the room.....Mommy was not amused.  (but I have to admit it was a brilliant maneuver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needless to say child #2 got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a shot of Birthday Girl blowing a candle out on her Cupcake Cookie.  (Notice Mini Me's face in the background...it looks like she's trying to mimic Lily...haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187766066/" title="13 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6154/6187766066_c34243b623_z.jpg" alt="13" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6187768000/" title="14 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6187768000_375176ba77_z.jpg" alt="14" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think the whole day was fantastic....I still can't believe my baby is already 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-4416833469531079351?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/4416833469531079351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=4416833469531079351&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4416833469531079351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/4416833469531079351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/i-cant-stop-thinking-about-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop Thinking About It'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6187231811_fc5179e4ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8760192630707429851</id><published>2011-09-26T08:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:33:56.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lillian Brenna...Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183862016/" title="Lily by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6153/6183862016_525b67ce40_z.jpg" alt="Lily" height="640" width="593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(hours old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday September 26th, 2008 1:11 pm sweet angel baby enter our lives and changed them for the better.  I can honestly say she has kept us on our toes...and I wouldn't trade her for all the calm babies in the world...(just wouldn't mind them rubbing off on her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183862022/" title="IMG_0821 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6170/6183862022_6a7536a639_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0821" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hard to believe she is 3 yrs old today.  Where has time gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(her birth) I started having contractions at 8pm the night before and ignored them.  (isn't that what we all do?)  around 4am my water broke...no ignoring that.  I will never forget the calmness of hubs....I woke him to tell him...his reaction?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Get a towel...shove it between your legs and get back to bed....the kids will be up soon"&lt;/span&gt;  A man of sweet sweet words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I labored at home until I was having a difficult time talking...got to the birthing center around 11:45...had her at 1:11 and back home a few hrs later just in time for the kids to come home from school to see their sweet new sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here they are holding her when they got home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183862026/" title="Lily's big brothers and big sister by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6183862026_4aa04ff02c_z.jpg" alt="Lily's big brothers and big sister" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This years birthday party theme was The Very Hungry Caterpillar...(thanks to Pottery Barn for the idea) and we had a small get together at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6140527256/" title="3 party by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6064/6140527256_960a9aa473_z.jpg" alt="3 party" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's birthday girl riding her car toting her presents.  She's a hot mess like her mother.  Her hair is crazy.  The child refuses to have you style it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183478249/" title="IMG_9782 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6167/6183478249_32651f8306_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9782" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a template for all of the cookies (easier to make then buy it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183446809/" title="4 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6165/6183446809_232298d8a2_z.jpg" alt="4" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183446817/" title="5 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6183446817_687c338354_z.jpg" alt="5" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made tissue paper balls for a caterpillar archway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183446789/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6158/6183446789_dd35aaf68b_z.jpg" alt="1" height="513" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caterpillar drink markers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183498243/" title="IMG_9764 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6183498243_d756b94708_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9764" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Food was based after the book....apples, cheese, pizza (well there should have been pizza in the book), lil smokies, strawberries...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183478271/" title="IMG_9791 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6154/6183478271_095d982b29_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9791" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183446795/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6183446795_fee949f297_z.jpg" alt="3" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183478279/" title="IMG_9815 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6183478279_f566ee7906_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9815" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily enjoying her "caterpillar" fruit stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cupcakes had a rainbow cream cheese frosting that was sinful (recipes for cupcakes and frosting below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183478223/" title="11 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6157/6183478223_c16d6ddb03_z.jpg" alt="11" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183446819/" title="6 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6183446819_d7e3182d57_z.jpg" alt="6" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183478295/" title="IMG_9828 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6158/6183478295_b3b4e3e872_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9828" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Inlaws saved their present for after the party...  She only wanted Sissy to ride in it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183478307/" title="IMG_9856 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6171/6183478307_afd58bf762_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9856" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Reid had a turn.  He was so excited and talking up a storm....(notice Lily's expression..she's complaining "get him out get him out")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6183498247/" title="IMG_9861 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6154/6183498247_f413fedbb4_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9861" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We ended up taking her and dude for a walk later that night...they had the best time and probably would have strolled for hours if daddy and I weren't worn out.  I can't wait for fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cupcakes and Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(note:  I do so much blog stalking that I wish I could remember where I found the frosting recipe from and give credit where credit is due)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tore this cupcake recipe out in the March 2007 Southern Living magazine and finally got around to baking them.  It's my new favorite recipe.  I should have baked these sooner...better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="amount"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt; (18.25-oz.) package white cake mix with pudding&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="preparation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="amount"&gt;1 1/4 cups&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="name"&gt; buttermilk&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="preparation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="amount"&gt;1/4 cup&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="name"&gt; butter, melted&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="preparation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="amount"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt; large eggs&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="preparation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="amount"&gt;2 teaspoons&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="name"&gt; vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="preparation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="amount"&gt;1/2 teaspoon&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="name"&gt; almond extract&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="preparation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="amount"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt; Vegetable cooking spray&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;span itemprop="preparation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;              &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;ul itemprop="instructions"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Beat first 6 ingredients at low speed with an electric mixer  just until dry ingredients are moistened. Increase speed to medium, and  beat 2 minutes or until batter is smooth, stopping to scrape bowl as  needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Place paper baking cups in muffin pans, and coat with cooking  spray; spoon batter evenly into baking cups, filling each two-thirds  full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Bake at 350° for 25 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in  center comes out clean. Cool in pans on wire racks 10 minutes; remove  cupcakes from pans to wire racks, and cool 1 hour or until completely  cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note: We call for using a mixer, but you can stir these together by hand  with great results. Because the mixer adds more air to the batter,  you'll end up with 17 cakes rather than 24 when you stir them by hand.  For testing purposes only, we used Pillsbury Moist Supreme Classic White  Cake Mix. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(this is true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanilla Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, room temp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 oz cream cheese, room temp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 cups powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-4 tbs heavy cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Cream butter and then add cream cheese and blend until combined.&lt;br /&gt;Add vanilla and powdered sugar on low until combined.&lt;br /&gt;Increase to med and beat until fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Slowly add cream a little at a time until desired consistency is met&lt;br /&gt;Beat until fluffy (about 1 min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubled the recipe.  I would probably triple it if I had 24 cupcakes.  Notice I used a lot of icing...and my hips thank me...it was well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday Lillian&lt;br /&gt;(and to everyone else out there that has a birthday today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&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/1299852452351771051-8760192630707429851?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8760192630707429851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8760192630707429851&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8760192630707429851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8760192630707429851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-lillian-brennaparty-time.html' title='Happy Birthday Lillian Brenna...Party Time'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6153/6183862016_525b67ce40_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-67086320889807008</id><published>2011-09-23T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:07:58.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Panic..Motherhood at it's Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a mother (parent) we worry over our kids.  At least I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one wants to see their child sick or hurt.  The occasional skinned knee isn't fun either no matter how small they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a mom who knows the sadness of a hurt child.  I never talk about it here (to protect child's privacy) but 1 of my 5 was born with some medical issues.  The issues were corrected but they will have to do daily "routine's" for the rest of their life to keep things in working order.  You would never tell by looking at the child...but they are there (inside) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know the fears of a mother in the waiting room outside surgery.  (the child had 4 in the first 20 months of life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know the anxiety of watching your child lay in a bed hurting and healing and so badly would trade places with that child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know of the hours spend going from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; visit after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; visit year after year making sure all is well..putting your full trust that they know what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know the sadness of never knowing what the future holds, but so blessed how far technology has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that a mommy sometimes has to step back to let the child discover and do things on their own.....but it doesn't make me not want them to hurt any less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(enter in Lily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday Lily was playing just fine...happy giggling singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had put Reid down for a nap and was getting lunch ready.  Lily came to me and was moaning...holding her stomach and hopping up and down telling me to scratch her belly.  (odd I thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I complied.  Her belly though  looked a little distended....(panic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She kept moaning and crying and telling me to hold her...she even asked for her "boo boo"  (hello she weaned 6 months ago...no she didn't want it...but knew she felt bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I held her in a cradle hold and was rocking her back and forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is where "Panic Mom" happens.  You know where you start thinking of all the reasons your child is acting like this....did she eat something...drink something....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; (insert more freaking out) I'm checking for fever...none....eyes look good...skin looks good....I grab my phone and google appendicitis  thinking hers was about to blow at any minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pushing on her belly asking if it hurts....She just keeps looking at me like I'm crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally I lay her on the ground on her belly laying on her knees (you know the booty in the air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; )  I lay next to her and we just stare at each other.  I'm wiping her tears...wishing I knew what was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was constipated.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; all that freaking out...for a poo.  UGH.....gotta love motherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I realized in that moment  how we as mommy's would do anything for our babies to not see them in pain.  (and also how we need to settle and quit freaking out too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we are laying there Lily whispers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily:  "I'm gonna tell you a story...once upon a time... far far away lived a beautiful Princess named Mommy.  Mommy walked on double rainbows (she saw her first one outside last Sunday and now thinks they are all double) and slid down the other side to the pot of gold.  The End"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; that was beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily:  "Mommy, did you know I had a blue snake crawl in my nose (points to nostril) and a green one came out my toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me:  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; (grins) ...No I didn't....wow can I see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and so the conversation with my girl continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Point is..my little girl was back to her normal self.....but in the one split second I was in Mommy Panic all for a poo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just another day in the life of a Hot Mess Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Friday...my kitchens a mess and my dishes are calling...I made the kids chocolate chip pancakes before school this morning (I may or may not have had one...or 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6175307988/" title="1 (2) by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6175307988_78d047fedc_z.jpg" alt="1 (2)" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-67086320889807008?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/67086320889807008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=67086320889807008&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/67086320889807008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/67086320889807008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/in-panicmotherhood-at-its-finest.html' title='In a Panic..Motherhood at it&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6175307988_78d047fedc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-563880668634006125</id><published>2011-09-22T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:47:50.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Your Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm always telling the kids to watch what they say and do around the babies.  That the small kids watch everything they do and want to be just like them....I'm thinking small stuff right now you know...like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no climbing on the counters to get something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no sitting on top of the counters...get a chair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no jumping on the furniture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no putting your hands on the wall...(which the kids don't understand...but I try to remind them even clean hands can leave a mark...deep sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the list could really go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That list also applies to our language.  There are certain words in the home that are not allowed...some being the obvious.  But another one is SHUT UP.  Not allowed.  There are kinder ways of asking for someone to be quiet.  The kids (meaning the oldest) tells the dog to Shut up often...and he's met with an evil eye.  The other day he 'accidentally ' yelled for the dog to shut up....what did I then immediately hear from Lily?  Yep, she's yelling at Moses to Shut up.  I was pretty upset.  Again I reminded the big kids they are little adults to Lily and she will watch and say what they do to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enter in MOM (points to self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I talk to myself a lot.  No, I'm not crazy...just thinking out loud.  Give me a break...I've got 5 kids and a house to run and I'm constantly making lists to keep on top of things (note to self...the laundry is calling you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scene with me and hubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  mumble mumble mumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hubs:  "what honey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  "nothing...I'm talking to myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hubs:  "well what did you tell yourself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(now I can either tell him what is going on inside my brain...which usually scares him...or say never mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:  "Never mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hubs:  "Well then don't get mad when I ignore you when you mumble b/c I can never tell if you are going crazy again or telling me something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I'm not going crazy...not yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I talk to Reid...often.  The kids always ask why I do this since he can't talk back and I explain...it's how one learns to communicate.  It's like if we went into a foreign country and didn't speak the language...the only way to learn is to listen and try to interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I forget that Lily hears me chatting with Dude from time to time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In our house we use the correct name for body parts....If Lily asks...then of course I tell her.  Her body hadn't been much of an issue until Reid was born.  They take baths together and she still can't understand why he has different parts than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was changing Dude's diaper and noticed his diaper had wood chips in it (probably from the playground) and so I'm talking to him saying something like "ohhh crazy boy...there's wood chips in your diaper.....that's so funny....here let me check and make sure none got on your penis (ohhhh gasp I said the word) b/c that would hurt if one poked you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily starts shouting..."Penis Penis....I want a Penis...Penis Penis...I want a Penis"  (deep sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep...now I started it....Lily wants what she can't have.....(grins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I choose to ignore her b/c drawing attention only makes little toddlers want to keep saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do notice how the big kids point at me and remind me in their fake mom voice...."mom be careful what you say...she repeats everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks kids....as if I need reminding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-563880668634006125?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/563880668634006125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=563880668634006125&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/563880668634006125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/563880668634006125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/what-your-mouth.html' title='Watch Your Mouth'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/th_lauranewsiggy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-9078877215337479441</id><published>2011-09-21T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:01:32.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From A Child's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever just sat and stared at your babies?  I do this often...I'll sit on the floor with them to play and find myself just being absorbed in watching their every move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6169470460/" title="3 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6160/6169470460_ecdc8d78f5_z.jpg" alt="3" height="521" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she is so inventive in her imaginary play.  Some of the things she comes up with have me and B scratching our heads in wonder.  I always say that she gets it b/c she's my child (we all know it's hubs with the brains in the family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day she spread a blanket on the hard floor and pretended it was a boat.  She wanted me and dude to get in the boat with her b/c the sharks were coming.  Of course dude can't comply so he went "swimming for food" she said.  Occasionally she would jump into the 'water' to cool off b/c the heat was so bad and our skins were burning....I MEAN HELLO...WHERE DOES SHE GET THIS STUFF?   She swam off and found another blanket that became our tent to sleep in at night.  I tell you...come to our house and play you will never be bored.  NO seriously come to my house...I could use some helping organizing...extra hands would be nice...I'll bake you some cookies and we can chat too (wiggles eyebrows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning while watching the big kids walk to the bus stop she hollered...."hey I need a closer look....where are my binoculars?" and grabbed her hands and made pretend ones to look out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(look at dude's face in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6169470456/" title="2 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6169470456_9b792e7ef9_z.jpg" alt="2" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching Little Dude is just as fun as watching his big sis.  His little 7.5 month old mind is so in that..."I've got to touch and eat and swat at everything in my line of vision".  How else can they learn about their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning I watched him crawl to the toy bucket....stand up and proceed to pull everything out (just like he sees big sis doing) to find the right toy.  He plops down and passes it from hand to hand staring at it like it's the first time he's ever seen it.  Gives it a slobber....looks at it again...passes it to his other hand...turns it over....looks at it and eats it again.  Tosses it down and goes back for more toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He now will wander from my sight to the next room to cruise around the furniture.  I'll sneak in there and see him walking the furniture looking for anything to touch.  I'll say in my "ah ha I caught you you little stinker" tone "what are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doooooooooooing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; little boy" and see him squeal with laughter (such a sweet sound) and take off crawling at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish we could put a little voice box on his throat (you know like the dog in the Disney move Up) to see what's going on inside that sweet mind of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6169470448/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6177/6169470448_9f921b5a14_z.jpg" alt="1" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess one day my house will be cleaner...and I might even be organized...but right now I'm a hot mess and so is my house.... but I'm not missing a minute of my 5 kids and all their play and learning...b/c in watching them I am learning a thing or two too....to slow and enjoy the now...and to stop and look at things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-9078877215337479441?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/9078877215337479441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=9078877215337479441&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/9078877215337479441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/9078877215337479441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/view-from-childs-eyes.html' title='The View From A Child&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6160/6169470460_ecdc8d78f5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-5189746306345429179</id><published>2011-09-19T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:32:47.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're getting a new roof this morning...A great start to a Monday...(granted we were already up for school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing like a knock knock knock knock knock on the door before 7 to signal WE'RE HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to get a photo of all the guys on the roof ripping it off, but was afraid to cross the street and get hit with something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6162365953/" title="house by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6162365953_c52a138991_z.jpg" alt="house" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The baby's room is upstairs and I can hear the pounding on the monitor as if it is in the room with him (no worries ...he's at my feet playing)  ...my question is ...where do you put the child to nap during the day?  I've set up the pack n play with a loud floor fan to block out noise.  (crossing fingers it works)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make matters good and bad.......they are ripping up the decking on the roof (bad) which is totally loud.... to lay the new radiant barrier (totally awesomely good) ...can you say even louder than ripping shingles off?  I'm just glad it is getting done.  That hail storm smacked the fence/gate/gutters/roof/and shutters and I'm happy to finally have them fixed.   Bring on the radiant barrier to lower our bills (hopefully)  Looking forward to next summers energy bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime I am getting ready for Lily's 3rd birthday party this weekend.  I can't believe my baby is going to be 3 soon.  (a week from today) I am trying to make as much of the stuff as I can to save on $.  I wanted to bake some caterpillar and fruit cookies, but don't have any cutters.  I had seen women make templates and cut out the dough with this method.  I printed pictures of a caterpillar, butterfly, and strawberry to give it a test run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First I found a photo on the web I liked....printed it on regular paper.  Next I found some sturdy material around the house (didn't want to waster my poster board....that's for kid projects) so I used some note cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rolled out my dough and traced it with a knife.  That didn't work out to well....so I used a toothpick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6162403963/" title="IMG_9533 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6162403963_cf4609bee2_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9533" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think they turned out pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6162403985/" title="IMG_9534 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6167/6162403985_9258fc5375_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9534" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The possibilities are endless now.  Probably best if you are cutting out tons of cookies to buy the cutter.  Using a template can be time consuming.....but great if you need something quick.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-5189746306345429179?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/5189746306345429179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=5189746306345429179&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5189746306345429179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/5189746306345429179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/under-attack.html' title='Under Attack'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6162365953_c52a138991_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2249939674657501210</id><published>2011-09-15T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:18:41.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Ok Thursday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brunchwithamber.com" title="Its Ok Thursdays"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/BlogDesigns/Buttons/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" alt="Its Ok Thursdays" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...that you forgot to pull the pork loin from the freezer yesterday for tonight's dinner with the InLaws....dinner will just be late? (maybe I should have a plan B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...that you want to be selfish and not show or share your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Birchbox&lt;/span&gt; that came in the mail on Tuesday to your girlfriend's or family...(Thanks to winning Neely's Giveaway of a year free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Birchbox...hello girly goodness&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6150039446/" title="birchbox by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6150039446_fe2fa1f4b7.jpg" alt="birchbox" height="500" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...that you are bone tired and the dog is getting on your nerves.  or that he has forgotten that for the last 5 yrs he isn't allowed upstairs and every night you find him roaming the halls up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...that some of the flags on the sailboats you baked for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; party are missing.  They smell yummy anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6150113756/" title="sailboat by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6180/6150113756_9126b470f3_z.jpg" alt="sailboat" height="416" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; that your son's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; messages totaled 8400 last month...they're unlimited.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not entirely true about it being ok...I'm implementing more chores...obviously he's got more time on his hands than should be allowed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...that you hid a Dr Pepper in the fridge from the family...you deserve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...that you rewound &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/span&gt; 4 times just to see the part where Sophie is on the balcony and thinks that Charlie is there with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; when it's really his cousin and she says "is that even legal?"....so funny and romantic movie.  You ♥ them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...that the baby has started waking up twice a night again...even though you're tired he's the sweetest thing in the world at 2am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to have made an entire pot of coffee yesterday only to forget you brewed it .  your life is busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to invent a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tarjay&lt;/span&gt; b/c they have a Starbucks inside so you can get a Pumpkin Latte and walk around your favorite store even though you don't need anything, but always leave with a cart full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to have a run on sentence and have many of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friends read this...you said Pumpkin Latte and all is forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to pinch your husband's nose when he's snoring to wake him up....it's only fair you're awake together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...think bad thoughts about the check out lady at the store.  I don't really care about all her 3 ex husbands and who she's dating now...can't she see I've got ice cream melting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...to have ordered a 7" spider web cookie cutter because you are excited about October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6150560044/" title="1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6189/6150560044_61876c6f4f.jpg" alt="1" height="500" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to hold your baby all day long...IT DOESN'T SPOIL THEM. (tried and tested mother approved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2249939674657501210?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2249939674657501210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2249939674657501210&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2249939674657501210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2249939674657501210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/its-ok-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Ok Thursday....'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6150039446_fe2fa1f4b7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1092862182613635856</id><published>2011-09-14T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:15:01.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday:  Me in the Raw</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha Ha as if I could go wordless.  I mean who do you think you are reading? (grins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a photo of me and little man waiting at beauty salon.  No make up and I think it's been 2 days since my hair was washed.  Me in the Raw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6147077380/" title="momandr by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6147077380_c71866f1ef_z.jpg" alt="momandr" height="612" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Mini Me's and my 'monday after school snack bonding moment' we had a wild crazy whim to get her haircut.  We are crazy because over a year ago we decided to grow it long long....now we decided to cut about 3" and put some long layers.  She was jumping up and down with excitement.....I mean it's only hair after all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like this photo of me and my man.....His chubby cheeks make me want to squeeze him forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-1092862182613635856?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1092862182613635856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1092862182613635856&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1092862182613635856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1092862182613635856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-me-in-raw.html' title='Wordless Wednesday:  Me in the Raw'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6147077380_c71866f1ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1676343486464961397</id><published>2011-09-13T08:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:22:08.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sinful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6143932994/" title="nutella by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6143932994_da354517c1_z.jpg" alt="nutella" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've had a few friends...(Ginni that's you I'm talking to) that have never heard of Nutella.  Then there are the millions that know of it's creamy sinful goodness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;*for those that don't know...run to the peanut butter aisle and shove your head in a jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have made a handful of desserts (this &lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2010/04/x-treme-weekend.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; found in my recipe tab...worth the effort...and make a day in advance) and we eat Nutella on just about anything we can find.  During the spring I like to smear some on strawberries.  Again Sinful.  I could really go on and on if you like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday while I was supposed to be cleaning, or doing laundry, or getting the chili in the crockpot, but instead I was &lt;s&gt; being forced to look at &lt;/s&gt; looking at Pinterest.  (evil site) I ran across this recipe for Nutella Cupcakes.  I glanced at the clock and had just enough time to bake them and have them ready for when the kids got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a great moment to watch the kids faces when I told them what their treat was.  My oldest nearly dropped to his knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mini Me and I had a bonding moment....she poured the milk and I got the napkins.  Then we sat at the table eating our treat while I listened about her day.  (that girl can talk more than me and that's saying a lot) She told me that was the greatest part about her Monday...sitting with me visiting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ended up making a second batch after the little babes went to bed....I needed extras for their lunches....nothing like another great surprise in your sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-frosting Nutella Cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/4 cup butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup canola or mild vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4-1/2 cup Nutella, at room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 325F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a medium bowl, beat the butter, oil and sugar with an electric  mixer until light and fluffy. Add the eggs and vanilla and beat until  smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a small bowl, stir together the flour, baking powder and salt; add  to the butter mixture and beat on low speed just until combined. The  batter will be thick. It needs to be in order to swirl in the Nutella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divide the batter between 12 paper-lined muffin cups. Drop a spoonful  of Nutella on top of each, and swirl through the batter with the tip of  a bamboo skewer, knife or other pointy object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6143394347/" title="Nutella-cupcakes-unbaked by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6202/6143394347_0d1cd279d6_z.jpg" alt="Nutella-cupcakes-unbaked" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bake for 25-30 minutes,  or until springy to the touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;*Note: I only baked mine for 20 mins...and I increased the oil to 1/3 cup.  I also added a little batter to the bottom...tiny amount of nutella...swirled it and then more batter and more nutella and swirl....(yep never can have too much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;They also said this makes about 12 cupcakes...I baked these twice and only got 9....go figure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-1676343486464961397?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/1676343486464961397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=1676343486464961397&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1676343486464961397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/1676343486464961397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/its-sinful.html' title='It&apos;s Sinful..'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6143932994_da354517c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-3986362394100529329</id><published>2011-09-12T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:18:08.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellany Monday...3rd Birthday Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" hspace="none" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one.  Football &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think words are really necessary are they?  It's my favorite past time with hubs.  It means the start of my favorite season.  It means happiness and goodness for months to come.  During football season I love watching hubs with his fantasy football.  He's never one to use the phone that much...but during game day he's chatting up with the boys about their teams.   I enjoy listening to all the crazy names of the teams in his leagues.   The stuff those boys come up with.  (covers eyes)Good Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two.  Mommy's Little Helper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6140527220/" title="IMG_9502 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6071/6140527220_b6f6dc9c39_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9502" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily wants to help with Reid any chance she can get.  This morning it was to help with his "Ber-ref-is" (love when she says that word) breakfast.  Now if only I can get her to change diapers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6140527246/" title="IMG_9503 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6198/6140527246_170847aec3_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9503" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three.  Invite Sneak Peek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6140527256/" title="3 party by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6064/6140527256_960a9aa473_z.jpg" alt="3 party" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily's Hungry Caterpillar 3rd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say sneak peek, but it's only b/c I only have a few decorations made.  I got this idea from PB catalog and ran with it.  How cute a theme for her age huh?  The invitations are glass jam jars and inside there is a caterpillar with a half eaten leaf.  Another leaf has the party info on it.  Each jar has an initial on the top specialized for each child.  So far I have 4 11" caterpillars made.  I've also cut all the circles for the massive caterpillar for the wall.  (I adore my Cricut) Each circle is 11" and there are 7 circles.  I've still got to make the birthday sign and print all the 'food' cards and small toppers for the cupcakes.  I figure I'll be making caterpillar cookies for their goody take home treat.  Stay tuned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6140527272/" title="IMG_9492 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6064/6140527272_85c4dbd759_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9492" height="640" width="558" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;four.  Date Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oldest child had his 'first' date this weekend.  I was a nervous wreck making s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ure I had prepared him enough about being a gentleman.  He assured me I needed to settle that he had it under controlled.  He looked so handsome.....I met 'the girl' and her mother and really liked them both.  Awwww.  At first I was wondering if my 'no one is good enough for my baby' claws would come out...but I really ♥ seeing my boy grow up.  He still confides in me so that makes me feel terrific.  I'm treading in unknown territory now....deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;five.  Fall is in &lt;s&gt;almost&lt;/s&gt; the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well though it maybe not 'technically' be fall I am sure loving September.  Football (already mentioned), festivals, pumpkins, candy corn, fall scents, baking galore in my kitchen (as if I'm not already) and outdoor cool weather fun.  I ♥ you fall.  I'm thinking a pumpkin roll dessert is on the horizon...and maybe a craft or too.  Tonight I'm making my yummy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play Off Chili&lt;/span&gt; in honor of Monday Night football.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-3986362394100529329?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/3986362394100529329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=3986362394100529329&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3986362394100529329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/3986362394100529329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/miscellany-monday.html' title='Miscellany Monday...3rd Birthday Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6071/6140527220_b6f6dc9c39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-8535780296723019480</id><published>2011-09-09T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T08:05:00.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6130135086/" title="gift-horse1 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6130135086_52acceb33d.jpg" alt="gift-horse1" height="500" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(More from what's inside Laura's head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love love love to have my feet rubbed.  Hubs knows this...the kids know this....the dog probably knows this....and I try to contain my enjoyment when I actually get a pedicure.  (which is going on about 7+ months now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the kids go to bed hubs and I will be on the couch and I'll slowly...ever so slowly inch my legs his direction....then ever so slowly put one of my feet on his hip...then slowly make it to his lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has 2 options at this point....A.  He can rub B. He can ignore the tired, beaten down, sad looking feet of the mother of his children.  He usually goes for option A.  He will say, "In a minute."  After a minute I will start to wiggle my foot on his lap....which reminds him...."Hey sir, please remember me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The problem is...sometimes he doesn't rub the right spot...or rubs the same spot over and over ...or rubs too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is where I have some options.....A. I can tell him how I like it so it feels better....or B. Sit and bear it....I mean after all I am getting a free foot rub (unless it's the kids then I don't hold back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I usually go for option B....I sit quietly and just be happy I'm getting a rub....until last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought to myself  (which is never a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You know if he would just rub up and over a few inches this would be heaven.  Should I say something? Yes, Yes, I should definitely say something....No, wait....I mean after all he's being sweet by rubbing in the first place....try to wiggle your foot over and he'll get a better grip and then it will be in the spot.  Ok, that didn't work.....Ok just sweetly say "hey honey will you rub in circles just a bit over from where your hand is" and maybe you won't get the ol "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" answer....I mean after all someone is doing you a nice favor...LIKE EVERY SINGLE NIGHT...BUT I go for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey honey, that feels great, but will you rub in little circles just a few inches up from where  your hand is" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He actually does and doesn't even give me 'the look' ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only thing...it's the wrong spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So option A.  grin and bear it and say thanks...or B. give more direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm on a roll....I mean the first football game of the season is on...he's distracted so I go with B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey honey....just a little more up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His response...."Don't look a gift horse in the mouth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next time I'm sticking with the first option of KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-8535780296723019480?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/8535780296723019480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=8535780296723019480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8535780296723019480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/8535780296723019480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/horse-mouth.html' title='Horse Mouth'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6130135086_52acceb33d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-530746923434714424</id><published>2011-09-08T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:00:10.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless This Food That I'm About To Inhale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/125954012/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/125954012_dlGwk8Zo_c.jpg" width="457 height =" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p   style="font-size:10px;color:#76838b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Source: &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://simplydesigning.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-moms-have.html"&gt;simplydesigning.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/miriamz/" target="_blank"&gt;Miriam&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over the weekend I looked in my freezer and realized I had a ton of frozen stuff and needed to use it. (or lose it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pork Loin...hmmmm what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pull out the slow cooker and cook that bad boy....(I ♥ my crock) and make....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shredded Pork Tacos (inspiration came from my love of Tin Star's pork tacos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had about a 3.5 lb pork loin here's what I did to her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a 28oz (or bigger???) can of tomato sauce and stir in: 2 tbs of chili powder, 2 tbs cumin, 2 tbs brown sugar, 1 tsp salt, handful of shakes of cayenne pepper, 3 tsp minced garlic.  Blend well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dump this over your pork and either cook on low all day (of if you are like me and you forget cook on high for 5 hrs or until shreddable...yes, that's a word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grab your flour tortillas and add your shredded pork...a little of the incredible sauce..some cilantro sprigs (Hi LeAnna) and some radishes.  (Thank You Tin Star for this addition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I scoured the net for a good mexican rice (I had yet to find one I ♥) and got a collection...hit my FB friends up for one too and they seemed to concur with the ones I found)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onion, rice, chicken broth, rotel, and some seasonings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saute your onion and rice for a few mins....then add ur broth and rotel to boil.  Reduce heat to simmer for about 20 mins.  Top with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was fair.  Still not exactly what I'm looking for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you have a Mexican Rice recipe different from the one above...please send my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I had taken pictures of the tacos.  (we were hungry) But take my word....they were outstanding.  Even Mini Me said "Hey Mom, how come we haven't had this more often?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She will be getting her wish.  I have another 3.5 lb pork loin in the freezer and I'm thinking Pulled Pork Sandwiches next week. (one meal down next week six more to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&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/1299852452351771051-530746923434714424?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/530746923434714424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=530746923434714424&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/530746923434714424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/530746923434714424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/bless-this-food-that-im-about-to-inhale.html' title='Bless This Food That I&apos;m About To Inhale...'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/th_lauranewsiggy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-2604745099767015138</id><published>2011-09-07T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:16:24.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WILW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E3lzy2KC3s/Tmdc4Tw5iFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/jE0eAbIuV5c/s1600/WILW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E3lzy2KC3s/Tmdc4Tw5iFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/jE0eAbIuV5c/s400/WILW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649586380007376978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my first time to participate in What I'm Loving Wednesday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the weather finally in my neck of the woods in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6123748290/" title="weather by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6200/6123748290_76dbb90a6a.jpg" alt="weather" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving bath time made easier since dude friend can sit up in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6123748292/" title="bath by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6077/6123748292_0d17b9a4c4.jpg" alt="bath" height="500" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving he can entertain himself so mommy can unload the dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6123737362/" title="reid by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6123737362_440839d068.jpg" alt="reid" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my morning coffee....dude friend now thinks that 6am is the perfect time to wake up for the day. FYI...yesterday morning I ate a Tic Tac and then took a drink of my coffee...IT WAS THE GREATEST SIP EVER...I think I'm on to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving Target...today Mini Me has an Ortho appt...which means I wait next door in Target until she is finished.  I'm freaking out excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6123218091/" title="target by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6123218091_ec7f2e14cb.jpg" alt="target" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my bottle of Meclizine...I can maybe function again.  Been having a tough time of it...got this behind the counter for $4.40 at Tarjay....It had the name Rugby on it...made me think I should go to Ireland for a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6123322131/" title="meclizine099 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6123322131_52f9f0db78_m.jpg" alt="meclizine099" height="200" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i808.photobucket.com/albums/zz9/shannonywebb/Laura%20new/lauranewsiggy.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299852452351771051-2604745099767015138?l=www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/feeds/2604745099767015138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299852452351771051&amp;postID=2604745099767015138&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2604745099767015138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299852452351771051/posts/default/2604745099767015138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/09/wilw.html' title='WILW'/><author><name>Laura@Cowboy Boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649567413697929693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfth0c-WbI8/Tg8rqjVSZ-I/AAAAAAAACuA/FJTV9TaLQUk/s220/3rd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E3lzy2KC3s/Tmdc4Tw5iFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/jE0eAbIuV5c/s72-c/WILW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299852452351771051.post-1749302708550622085</id><published>2011-09-02T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:30:41.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodie Friday....I'm on a Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6106200948/" title="12 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6195/6106200948_890bd5beca_z.jpg" alt="12" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or a Scone in this case...get it ...roll...but I made scones?  Ohhhh never mind ...yet again.  (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week at playgroup I made some scones for the first time....and took along my cherry jam I made to go with them.  They were de-lish.  Scones were some of the things I had yet to give my baking hand a try at.  I think I'm hooked (on to biscotti....it's next)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  So I thought I would try again...this time I'd make Glazed Lemon Scones.  I sampled one...and then wanted to sample another...but caught myself first.  They were that good.  The kids are suckers for anything Lemon and kissed me multiple times when they walked in the door from school yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;" class="dottedRule"&gt;&lt;dt class="orange smHeading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;               Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tablespoon baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finely grated zest of 1 lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/4-inch pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 cup heavy or whipping cream, plus a little for brushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 egg yolk, beaten slightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="listHeader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LEMON GLAZE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 cup confectioners' sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon lemon extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tablespoon melted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="bgDot ingredient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 tablespoons heavy or whipping cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl class="dottedRule itemInstructions instructions"&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: center;" class="orange smHeading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;" class="instructions"&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions1 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Heat the oven to 400°. Grease a large, heavy baking sheet (preferably not a dark one) and set it aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions2 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Sift the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt  into a large mixing bowl. Add the lemon zest and toss the mixture with  your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions3 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Using your fingertips, rub the butter into the dry ingredients until the mixture resembles fine crumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions4 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Make a well in the center of the dry  ingredients. Pour in the cream, the yolk, and the vanilla extract and  use a fork to blend the liquids within the well. Then use a wooden spoon  to combine all the ingredients, just until the dough holds together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions5 orange"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scrape the dough onto a flour-dusted surface and  then, using floured hands, knead it gently three or four times to form a  ball. Flatten the ball into a disk about 3/4-inch thick, then cut it as  you would a pie into 8 wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions5 orange"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6106202698/" title="14 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6106202698_60fcb0157e.jpg" alt="14" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Transfer the pieces to the baking sheet,  leaving at least 1/4 inch between them. Brush the tops lightly with  cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions6 orange"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Bake the scones in the center of the oven until  golden brown, about 16 to 18 minutes. Allow them to cool on the sheet  for a few minutes and then transfer them to a wire rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="liInstructions7 orange"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While the scones continue to cool, make the  glaze. Combine all the ingredients in a small mixing bowl and whisk them  until the mixture is smooth. If necessary, you can thin the glaze with  water, stirring in no more than 1/2 teaspoon at a time. When the scones  have cooled for another 10 minutes, drizzle each one generously with  glaze. Makes 8 scones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6106201532/" title="13 by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6067/6106201532_c41e21d754.jpg" alt="13" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the smell of Fall in the air thanks to Pinterest...I'm pulling out some fallish recipes and making Pumpkin Buns (family circle 10/09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6105852627/" title="pumpkin buns by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6105852627_5036dacb61_m.jpg" alt="pumpkin buns" height="200" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familycircle.com/recipe/sweet-rolls/pumpkin-buns/"&gt;(recipe link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the Menu for dinner Wed night was Mexican Meatloaf, Cheddar Chile Rice, and Pepper Cheese Muffins.  All inspired by my KitchenAid stand mixer cookbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboybootsbaby/6106444104/" title="food by cowboybootsbaby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6189/6106444104_294bc62a10.jpg" alt="food" height="500" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold;" class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mexican Meatloaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 cup salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 cups bread crumbs (although I used just 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 small onion chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1tbs worcestershire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 tsp garlic salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 1/2 ground beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Place 3/4 cup of salsa, bread crumbs, onion, egg, worcestershire sauce, galic salt,  and pepper and mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add beef and mix just until blended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Form in loaf or 3 smaller loaves.  Spoon more (or remaining) salsa over the tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bake 350 for 40-50 mins until done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(or roll into balls and bake at 400 for 25 mins and serve with salsa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold;" class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pepper Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 cup buttermilk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/3 cup melted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 cup shredded cheddar cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tbs sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tsp chopped parsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="instructionsDd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&
