<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:06:33.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey on the road to.....who knows!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-8426711657118247388</id><published>2008-11-19T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:18:21.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new..</title><content type='html'>new blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carterandlilahsmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.carterandlilahsmama.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-8426711657118247388?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8426711657118247388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=8426711657118247388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8426711657118247388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8426711657118247388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/new.html' title='new..'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-6403737314361485868</id><published>2008-09-02T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:22:42.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months later..</title><content type='html'>It has been one heck of a ride since the last time I posted. What else is expected when you are me that is pregnant? I had a hospital stay in July, got put on bedrest, had the whole pre-term labor, and guess what? I made it to 37 weeks this week, and that my friend is full term! A whole 2.5weeks longer than I made it with Carter. Go figure. But come this monday Sept. 8th, Lilah will be here! I have a repeat c-section set, I was going to attempt a Vbac but... if they are willing to get her out of me sooner, I will take it. If I go into labor before monday (haha) I will still attempt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room is done!&lt;br /&gt;Car Seat is in!&lt;br /&gt;Parents are still here!&lt;br /&gt;Carter is ready!&lt;br /&gt;Jesse and I are ready and waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! Its almost over, but I cant wait to meet this little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-6403737314361485868?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6403737314361485868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=6403737314361485868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/6403737314361485868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/6403737314361485868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-months-later.html' title='2 months later..'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-631317455198106361</id><published>2008-07-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:05:53.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excuses excuses.</title><content type='html'>Well now that I have time on my hands, I can keep up with this thing. Not sure it will be interesting (not that it ever was) but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Monday I have been told not to walk. Yeah, not to walk. Kind of hard to do with a 3 year old! The dr. told me to get a wheelchair for when I "need" to get out. For some reason I dont see that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilah's room is almost finished. I need to go to Michaels (yet another no no) to pick up some stuff. My parents are coming out this week to help, and my mom said she would go for me. How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter is being a peach through this and is entertaining himself. I was put on a "rest as much as you can" limit a few weeks ago, so he got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go eat, but will be back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-631317455198106361?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/631317455198106361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=631317455198106361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/631317455198106361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/631317455198106361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/excuses-excuses.html' title='excuses excuses.'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-2928530608704686093</id><published>2008-05-14T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:01.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets see..</title><content type='html'>A) I know I suck at this.&lt;br /&gt;B) I am going to try to be better.&lt;br /&gt;C) I am also trying to get little man involved in more playgroup type things now that I am feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I havent updated in a long time, but we are having a little girl!! We have a name picked out, but due to reactions I have been getting, we are keeping it on the down low for the most part. I am getting huge. I feel like a house, even though people swear I am only getting a belly. I feel like I am getting a chin along with it. I have somehow only gained 3 pounds, and with Carter I had gained at least 25 by now. I think my scale is broken, because really, I am getting big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/SCtP_9UDjmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vi59mouPtXc/s1600-h/IMG_7317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200338154938404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/SCtP_9UDjmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vi59mouPtXc/s320/IMG_7317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 weeks: I think I grew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/SCtP-9UDjkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LwKBYJAvNII/s1600-h/IMG_7325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200338137758535234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/SCtP-9UDjkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LwKBYJAvNII/s320/IMG_7325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/SCtP_NUDjlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ihwtOmPf3yQ/s1600-h/scan001002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200338142053502546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/SCtP_NUDjlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ihwtOmPf3yQ/s320/scan001002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a new crib and dresser this weekend! yay! I didnt want white this time around, and J thought that the crib C used was too old and not safe. ha. Love his thinking.. love that I got a new crib! I will post pics of it when I get the bedding. oh! I also got a chair!! I didnt really have a nice one with C, so this time I begged for it. Its sooooo nice. Pics to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my butt in action and took Carter to story time today. He liked it, he was shy at first, but then warmed up. This was a big step for me since I usually dont meet up with people I hardly know. But I figured "how else can I become friends with these ladies, unless I go?". I had fun too! I will be going to another outing this week with them too. woo! go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. I will update soon. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-2928530608704686093?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2928530608704686093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=2928530608704686093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/2928530608704686093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/2928530608704686093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-see.html' title='lets see..'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/SCtP_9UDjmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vi59mouPtXc/s72-c/IMG_7317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-9114904104751381106</id><published>2008-03-23T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:08:35.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Well we are moved in. Guess I should think to update this more often. I noticed I havent taken pics lately, I hope Jesse remembers to get my AA's I asked for while he is at the store getting easter goodies. "Easter goodies, but its 2:03 pm".. yes I know we lag. I didnt have time yesterday to dye eggs, so we did them today, and told Carter the Bunny Man was running late. Lame I know. I didnt know what else to do! We were hanging out at the pool this morning and when we went back home I noticed in someones house this ginormous Bunny in the window. I told Carter "we better hurry home and nap before the Bunny gets done at their house!", he took off like a bat. It couldnt have been better timing. I about died, and so did Jesse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is treating me better. I am not as sick!! woo!!! We went to a 3D place to see what it is.. well I am still calling the baby and "it", it sat there with its legs crossed. We go back on the 6th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now! Hoppy Easter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-9114904104751381106?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9114904104751381106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=9114904104751381106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/9114904104751381106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/9114904104751381106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-8414311483137337246</id><published>2008-02-28T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:36:05.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>Well I will be offline for a few days. We are moving stuff tomorrow and sat! As much as I like this place, I cant wait to get in the new place! I wont have the comp for a bit, so I will update when I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. My parents are in town and I am craving my moms cookies that she brought. I hope that she remembered them! I have my I.V. refil my fluids thingy today. And yes, that is the medical term. I dont like the word "treatment". I wish I got to see baby today, its not like I didnt see in on monday, but I want to see if it grew another week ahead! HAHA. I guess I will have to wait till next thurs and ask to see it then. Maybe by then they will say it looks like 20 weeks rather than 12. Since I grow mutants! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new bedding. I need a new kitchen table, since we sold ours like 3 weeks ago! It was way too big for the new place. I dont think we need a 10 piece getup anymore! Yeah, 10. We had 9 chairs to balance out the "bar", yet the chairs were too short. ha. Okay enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-8414311483137337246?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8414311483137337246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=8414311483137337246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8414311483137337246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8414311483137337246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-5515443267833120406</id><published>2008-02-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:17:02.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>That pretty much sums it up. Since finding out I am knocked up, I have been sick. You sit there and say "suck it up, its morning sickness, and its not that bad!". It is bad when you cant even keep water down. Today I ended up at the docs. I went in and they told me I needed to go have a "treatment" done. I said sure thing, I went to that clinic and the lady behind the desk asked if I had someone to watch Carter, and I said "no, why?" (thinking this was going to be something quick). She then tells me "this is a four hour treatment". I think I had to pull my jaw off the ground. So I have my "treatment" set for thursday. I called up my mom and asked if they could come out to watch Carter for me, and they can. Whew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!! I am "supposed" to be about 10 weeks on tues or weds. They did a ultra sound (u/s) and I am measuring in at 10 weeks and 5 days, and the doc said that he couldnt get a good read but he thinks that the baby is actually measuring even further. Screw sept! I am having an aug baby I bet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-5515443267833120406?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5515443267833120406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=5515443267833120406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5515443267833120406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5515443267833120406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-8785374103561846809</id><published>2008-01-28T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:41:32.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away..</title><content type='html'>Dude. This whole rain thing is getting to me. It kind of sucks. Today I needed to get Carter out of the house for a little bit, and I dont think errends are cutting it. We did go to the bank, and then I braved Barnes and Noble. FYI dont go there when it is raining. I think every kid in so. cal was there playing with Thomas the Train. I noticed one thing. Parents are cranky (no not the thomas crane) and when parents act this way, the kiddos will act this way as well. Some of the kids were Carters age, well, they might have been older because they were the same size as him, and not that many 3 year olds are his size. But these kids were mean!! Even the younger ones! I think this will be the last time I go there. Come to think of it, it has been this way every time I have been. ugh. I need a buddy to go with there. I did however get in some reading and had a chai tea latte while I was there. Oh and note to self: if you havent had any caffine since Jan. 1st, its not a good idea to start it up again, even if it was less than 100mg! It was like crack, and now I have a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-8785374103561846809?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8785374103561846809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=8785374103561846809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8785374103561846809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8785374103561846809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away..'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-4281820931934924522</id><published>2007-12-30T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:02.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho ho ho!</title><content type='html'>On Christmas morning one little fella says to us: "This is my very first Christmas!!!". Um no kid, its actually your 4th. But this is the first you understand! He had so much fun, and we did too! The cutest thing about Santa coming down the fireplace was the milk that got spilled by the cat within 5 mins of it sitting there. You know when milk gets spilled in the carpet and it gets a bit crunchy? Yeah that happened here. Well a few days later Carter stepped in it and said "What happened here?!?" I said "Oh that silly Santa spilled the milk!". He said "I dont think so, I think his boots were dirty and he tried to clean it up but didnt do a good job." great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of him opening his gifts at our house and at Auntie Jilly's with Nana and Papa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/R3g2bo_6aaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/x9GDZ7fIKQM/s1600-h/IMG_6743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/R3g2bo_6aaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/x9GDZ7fIKQM/s320/IMG_6743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149926022388017570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/R3g2cY_6abI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6Dl0YcHoWvY/s1600-h/IMG_6692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/R3g2cY_6abI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6Dl0YcHoWvY/s320/IMG_6692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149926035272919474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/R3g2c4_6acI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FRDqyxSdvzE/s1600-h/IMG_6712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/R3g2c4_6acI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FRDqyxSdvzE/s320/IMG_6712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149926043862854082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-4281820931934924522?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4281820931934924522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=4281820931934924522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/4281820931934924522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/4281820931934924522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/R3g2bo_6aaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/x9GDZ7fIKQM/s72-c/IMG_6743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-910771950067245484</id><published>2007-12-22T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:37:21.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>I have been MIA from here. A) because my "r" is still broken and I have to copy and paste it in to use it. B) I have been lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting more once my key is fixed. I have my phone I can use now too, but I dont know how to get the pics up from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is almost here. Actually its like 3 days away. My husband is downstairs as I type this, he is wrapping my gifts. I wasnt expecting him to get me anything actually. He just got me the above mentioned phone, that has internet on it, and I thought that was my gift. I scored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to terms with the fact that this whole "Santa" thing is hard. It is! Its hard to hide the gifts. Every time I open the closet I think something is going to fall out! Thank God its over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so I dont have any pics from little mans bday party. How bad of a mom am I? Now my poor kiddo will wonder why he has pics from every other year but his 3rd bday. uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have a beer calling my name. Tis the season!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-910771950067245484?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/910771950067245484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=910771950067245484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/910771950067245484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/910771950067245484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-5280189291331867083</id><published>2007-11-13T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:29:19.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse PI</title><content type='html'>Jesse was out back looking around when he found some "stuff" that belong to Waldo. Turns out the coyotes didnt get him, and Owl did. Stupid owls. I have never like owls, they are creepy with their big ol' eyes and the way they "Whooooo Whooooo". No thank you. So here I was all blaming the coyotes that live here, sorry big guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-5280189291331867083?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5280189291331867083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=5280189291331867083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5280189291331867083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5280189291331867083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/jesse-pi.html' title='Jesse PI'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-5056744934055492447</id><published>2007-11-13T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:02.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So fast. Henry Adrian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RznBt6FaGAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/V58fSawcv4E/s1600-h/IMG_6030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132346244795602946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RznBt6FaGAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/V58fSawcv4E/s320/IMG_6030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got a new kitty cat! I know so fast! But I couldnt dont think I could handle Carter asking about Wally or telling people that our cat was lost, or our cat didnt have a head anymore. I thought a new kitty might kind of distract him from what was going on, and I needed a lap mate, and oh did I get one. ha! We rescued him from a shelter that is inside of a local Petco. I fell in love with this one right away, and this was after going to 3 petco/petsmart and 3 shelters wondering what to get a cat or a *gasp!* dog. Carter was scared to death of the dogs, so that was out asap. Then we went to the petco and found "Snickers". He hugs you. He really does. He is meowing at me right now. Its like having another kid in the house that is beggin for your attention. Good thing Carter and Henry (changed his name) get along so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RznAxaFaF-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xYxhN1Iws8k/s1600-h/IMG_6008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132345205413517282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RznAxaFaF-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xYxhN1Iws8k/s320/IMG_6008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-5056744934055492447?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5056744934055492447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=5056744934055492447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5056744934055492447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5056744934055492447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-fast-henry-adrian.html' title='So fast. Henry Adrian...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RznBt6FaGAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/V58fSawcv4E/s72-c/IMG_6030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-4379599843837531022</id><published>2007-11-02T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:39:11.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo?</title><content type='html'>Well a ton has been going on since I was last on here.. We have had fires in San Diego, we have been evacuated at 3:30am, I had a nasty bug that made me throw up every 5 minutes, but worst of all I found my cat dead this morning. The Coyotes got to him. The funny thing is, is he is an indoor cat. He goes out at night with Jesse for a bit, but always comes back in.. but not last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-4379599843837531022?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4379599843837531022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=4379599843837531022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/4379599843837531022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/4379599843837531022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/wheres-waldo.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo?'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-6991728337253396519</id><published>2007-10-12T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:01:43.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>2 posts in 1 day!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I had a rough morning/afternoon/evening today. But alas it got better. We went out for Thai food, little mans choice..then Jesse said "Hey look a coffee shop! And they are playing music, and there is a firepit". He of course said this all in a joking tone, and I said "Hey, that sounds great, I want to go". So after we were done eating we headed over for coffee, and then left. We wandered to the car but we heard some music, so we sat down outside of this place and drank our coffee and Carter danced the night away. It was perfect. Then I hear "mommy, I just peed". Fun times, I look down and there is a puddle. So I took him to the bathroom (Jesse tried, but there was some super secret code you needed to get in to the mens room) and he peed some more and then back to dancing. The fun thing about potty training.. You can ask and ask till you are blue in the face if they have to go, and the answer is always "no!!". Then when you give it a break, they pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had fun, and we will go back and repeat this night again. I dont want a repeat of the morning/afternoon/evening thing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-6991728337253396519?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6991728337253396519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=6991728337253396519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/6991728337253396519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/6991728337253396519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title='wow!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-33328971247231220</id><published>2007-10-12T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:02.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pile o' poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rw_s1n_6PzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FABnYy--bKo/s1600-h/pile_o_poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rw_s1n_6PzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FABnYy--bKo/s320/pile_o_poop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120571707357806386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely image huh? This is how I am feeling right about now. Poop. I feel like a failure at everything I have been doing lately. But hey! The house is clean. After I got some news about a friend of mine, some news I am not going to share on here.. But it made me think about life, and how it is so short. You cant be mad. You could walk outside and get hit by something and then it is all over. It sucks. But its true. I need to get over my pity party. Jesse said I need to focus on the positive in my life. I will try and do that more and in return, maybe I will post more. ha! So with that said... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal training session is done for now and I lost 5% body fat in almost 3 weeks with the trainer. He was glad about that! I am down 4lbs. But it will soon be more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no negitive thoughts...) lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-33328971247231220?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/33328971247231220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=33328971247231220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/33328971247231220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/33328971247231220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/10/pile-o-poop.html' title='pile o&apos; poop'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rw_s1n_6PzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FABnYy--bKo/s72-c/pile_o_poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-5468098922657169643</id><published>2007-09-23T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:04.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer's, Brat's and SUGAR!</title><content type='html'>We went to the local Encinitas Oktoberfest this year, we have been going to this one for the past three years so it was fun to hit it up once again! Carter had fun! It was great seeing the ol' Cape Residents Mike and Dana! So here are a few pics of our extravaganza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter and I going down the big slide together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8dX_6PqI/AAAAAAAAADc/fvAlYMhrejM/s1600-h/IMG_5603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8dX_6PqI/AAAAAAAAADc/fvAlYMhrejM/s320/IMG_5603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113552008514256546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! We made it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8d3_6PrI/AAAAAAAAADk/1dBG0pHL5bQ/s1600-h/IMG_5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8d3_6PrI/AAAAAAAAADk/1dBG0pHL5bQ/s320/IMG_5604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113552017104191154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter on the Flying Elephants! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8eX_6PsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ku3Llj9ZTew/s1600-h/IMG_5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8eX_6PsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ku3Llj9ZTew/s320/IMG_5606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113552025694125762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill and I with our Cotton Candy faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8en_6PtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JAHvSZmTsPY/s1600-h/IMG_5615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8en_6PtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JAHvSZmTsPY/s320/IMG_5615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113552029989093074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumpy Dragons.. "mom this ride is bumpy!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8fH_6PuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zy1CZwK0C2s/s1600-h/IMG_5619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8fH_6PuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zy1CZwK0C2s/s320/IMG_5619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113552038579027682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Too much Cotton Candy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-Bn_6PvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0jPj2ysv_qA/s1600-h/IMG_5633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-Bn_6PvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0jPj2ysv_qA/s320/IMG_5633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113553730796142322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Dana! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-B3_6PwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4sXOwFUc4Zc/s1600-h/IMG_5627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-B3_6PwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4sXOwFUc4Zc/s320/IMG_5627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113553735091109634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big John! He owns the place that provided the food. If you could only see his hands! They are HUGE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-CH_6PxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4_IHTIrtuPM/s1600-h/IMG_5638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-CH_6PxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4_IHTIrtuPM/s320/IMG_5638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113553739386076946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... ugly dog of the year goes to...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-Cn_6PyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K5FuDSeAsxw/s1600-h/IMG_5642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb-Cn_6PyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K5FuDSeAsxw/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113553747976011554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Jesse was there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-5468098922657169643?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5468098922657169643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=5468098922657169643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5468098922657169643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5468098922657169643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/beers-brats-and-sugar.html' title='Beer&apos;s, Brat&apos;s and SUGAR!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rvb8dX_6PqI/AAAAAAAAADc/fvAlYMhrejM/s72-c/IMG_5603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-4892331959893718858</id><published>2007-09-22T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:04.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weooo weooo</title><content type='html'>goes the firetruck. Fireman Carter to the rescue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXNN3_6PnI/AAAAAAAAADE/J6xbFnLEx7g/s1600-h/IMG_5596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXNN3_6PnI/AAAAAAAAADE/J6xbFnLEx7g/s320/IMG_5596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113218590203068018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXNOH_6PoI/AAAAAAAAADM/tyYSkEUW82E/s1600-h/IMG_5591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXNOH_6PoI/AAAAAAAAADM/tyYSkEUW82E/s320/IMG_5591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113218594498035330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-4892331959893718858?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4892331959893718858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=4892331959893718858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/4892331959893718858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/4892331959893718858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/weooo-weooo.html' title='weooo weooo'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXNN3_6PnI/AAAAAAAAADE/J6xbFnLEx7g/s72-c/IMG_5596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-3527529316087151058</id><published>2007-09-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:05.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa and Carter</title><content type='html'>Carter. Jill and I met up with my parents and our Aunt and Uncle this week in Newport Beach. We ended up at Fashion Island to eat (big shocker..our family at a mall?!?! That is unheard of.) but on the way to the Yard House, Carter saw a train. Uh oh. So Jill and I told him that if he ate all his lunch he could go ride the train with papa. He ate and was great at lunch so he and Papa walked over to the train with all of us laggin behind. We got to the train to find Papa getting on it as well. I thought Papa was just going to watch. Nope! Little man wouldn't have it any other way, than to have Papa riding on it too. They had fun, Papa got dizzy, we forgot our camera (or forgot we had them with us *cough*)so my camera phone had to do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXMgX_6PmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EeKv5fgzadE/s1600-h/0919071324c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXMgX_6PmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EeKv5fgzadE/s320/0919071324c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113217808519020130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-3527529316087151058?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3527529316087151058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=3527529316087151058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3527529316087151058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3527529316087151058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/papa-and-carter.html' title='Papa and Carter'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvXMgX_6PmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EeKv5fgzadE/s72-c/0919071324c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-1242404837410649231</id><published>2007-09-18T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:05.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new wheels.</title><content type='html'>I finally got a new car. Well not "fianlly" since my Honda element wasnt that old. But if you know my family, then you know we like to change cars faster than we change our underwear. But I had been looking for awhile now and I got this bad boy:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvArc5dts4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UB2hdFuCfLM/s1600-h/IMG_5562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvArc5dts4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UB2hdFuCfLM/s320/IMG_5562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111633352527295362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A 2007 Jeep Commander! I really wanted a sunroof this time for some reason. I not only got one.. not two.. but three sunroofs. How rad is that? I have one in the front and then the 2nd row (oh yeah thats right the 2nd row) has 2 sunroofs. The third row doesnt have a sunroof or leg room, but they have their own cup holders and air controls! It has leather, it has a navi system, and it has a backup camera and sensor. SO RAD! I can't wait to take it up to O.C. tomorrow! Little road trip!! And then in 2 weeks to AZ!! BIG road trip!! WOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I got the new nano too. that pretty much rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-1242404837410649231?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1242404837410649231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=1242404837410649231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/1242404837410649231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/1242404837410649231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-wheels.html' title='new wheels.'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RvArc5dts4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UB2hdFuCfLM/s72-c/IMG_5562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-8867839780333893619</id><published>2007-09-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:05.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tiffany and Kyle got married on 9-8-07. What a great date! You know what makes it even better? It was my parents 40th wedding anniversary! Go mom and dad!! woo! Tiff, Kyle, I hope that you two are having a wonderful time in Phuket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to where I was going with this. They had the cutest little boy in their wedding. Really they did. He listened so well and walked right down that aisle and stood where he was supposed to stand, sat when he was supposed to and walked back when told to. Oh.. I think I might have a picture of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurqTpdts1I/AAAAAAAAACc/V9R8Z2qs-_8/s1600-h/pic000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110154350474146642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurqTpdts1I/AAAAAAAAACc/V9R8Z2qs-_8/s320/pic000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110154354769113954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurqT5dts2I/AAAAAAAAACk/izLrBNz0J5E/s320/pic019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SNAP! Thats my kiddo! haha. Well, he was cute, and he did a great job! Oh and he loves butter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurrlJdts3I/AAAAAAAAACs/e5tsZIdYBe0/s1600-h/pic023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110155750633485170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurrlJdts3I/AAAAAAAAACs/e5tsZIdYBe0/s320/pic023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, that was a great wedding! Cant wait to hear all about the earthquakes and tsunamis.. oh wait I mean Honeymoon! I hope that you guys are safe! hurry back!!!! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-8867839780333893619?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8867839780333893619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=8867839780333893619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8867839780333893619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8867839780333893619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/wedding-time.html' title='Wedding time!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurqTpdts1I/AAAAAAAAACc/V9R8Z2qs-_8/s72-c/pic000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-5019754282546978101</id><published>2007-09-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:06.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more fatty fatty 2x4!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurpMZdts0I/AAAAAAAAACU/6-vaUMJt2RI/s1600-h/muscle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110153126408467266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurpMZdts0I/AAAAAAAAACU/6-vaUMJt2RI/s320/muscle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope! I joined a gym, and I have actually been going! WOO! Not only have I been going, I have been liking it! And.. I have a personal trainer that I met with today. I have a goal in my head and he knows what it is and I have a "gift" waiting for me when I reach this goal. I hope to be there, no wait. I WILL be there by nov. 1! 20pounds..need to go away and then around dec you shall see my "gift". I am excited to do this and be healthy. I was told what my body fat was...and it isnt pretty. But I really dont want to look like that. &lt;---- LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-5019754282546978101?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5019754282546978101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=5019754282546978101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5019754282546978101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/5019754282546978101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-more-fatty-fatty-2x4.html' title='no more fatty fatty 2x4!!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RurpMZdts0I/AAAAAAAAACU/6-vaUMJt2RI/s72-c/muscle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-3433182478684452689</id><published>2007-08-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T07:01:58.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fatty fatty 2 by 4.</title><content type='html'>That pretty much sums it up. I cant imagine why... haha. the brownie I had last night has nothing to do with it. The lack of working out has nothing to do with it, and the lack of motivation has nothing to do with it either. But after seeing Tiffany this weekend and seeing myself in pictures, well that is enough motivation for me. Oh I wish my scanner was hooked up right now and I would post the picture that Tiffany gave me. A picture of me in a bikini when I was like 13. wowzer I had a great body then, but didnt we all! So now after having a baby *cough 2.5 years ago cough* I need to get back in some sort of shape. I know I can do it. I have lost all my weight I put on with little man and then another 20 on top of that. I need. Yes need. to loose about 10 maaaaaybe 15 more, and then we shall see what happens from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. 4 blogs in a few days.. Amanda would be so proud! and..I have another one to post later today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-3433182478684452689?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3433182478684452689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=3433182478684452689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3433182478684452689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3433182478684452689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/fatty-fatty-2-by-4.html' title='fatty fatty 2 by 4.'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-3924324460736476280</id><published>2007-08-27T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:06.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks and Airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtNGprRq_UI/AAAAAAAAACM/N9cseJDTLR0/s1600-h/IMG_5389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103500484546329922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtNGprRq_UI/AAAAAAAAACM/N9cseJDTLR0/s320/IMG_5389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter loves to go to any coffee shop in the morning. It was great when the one down the street was open *cough cough* and we could walk to it. But now we go to the local Starbucks. He loves going to this one to watch the airplanes fly over, the first time we went there it scared the crap out of him and his head went right up my butt. fun huh? The second time we went there he threw a fit like I had never seen before, and now I know why. He wanted to go sit on the back patio and watch the planes come in and take off. This pic over here is him watching it land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtNF9LRq_TI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jzx7wf4auZg/s1600-h/IMG_5404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103499720042151218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtNF9LRq_TI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jzx7wf4auZg/s320/IMG_5404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This of course is zoomed in bu man they are close!! This is not a major airport at all. But they do have some pretty big planes that come in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-3924324460736476280?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3924324460736476280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=3924324460736476280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3924324460736476280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3924324460736476280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/starbucks-and-airplanes.html' title='Starbucks and Airplanes'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtNGprRq_UI/AAAAAAAAACM/N9cseJDTLR0/s72-c/IMG_5389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-533806337361728045</id><published>2007-08-27T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:06.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goobers and Goobers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtMqKbRq_SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lD47Pe6KVYI/s1600-h/IMG_5388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103469161349840162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtMqKbRq_SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lD47Pe6KVYI/s320/IMG_5388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; is getting married in less than two weeks. WOO! Congrats yet again lady! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how many more times I can tell you congrats, so I think I will stop now. You know I am happy for you!! We had her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party this weekend and now I can hardly walk. I feel like my legs are just going to fall off. That would not be fun, I would not be able to walk down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aisle&lt;/span&gt; then nor wear my pretty purple dress. But anyway... back to what I wanted to talk about. We went pole dancing. Yep you read that right, we learned how to spin on the pole like a pro. It was super fun, and I would do it again. Tiffany on the other hand...I think she had TOO much fun! I think you missed your calling girl! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! I have pics, but I will only post the last one that was taken of us as a group shot. Love ya girls, and I had a blast!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-533806337361728045?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/533806337361728045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=533806337361728045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/533806337361728045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/533806337361728045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/goobers-and-goobers.html' title='Goobers and Goobers'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RtMqKbRq_SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lD47Pe6KVYI/s72-c/IMG_5388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-3172428439968978437</id><published>2007-08-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:40:06.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have been lagging</title><content type='html'>We all know how that goes, right? Please tell me I am not alone in this. I am shocked at how some people *cough*Amanda*cough* can keep up with kiddos and be able to keep up on blogging. I have been told I need to update, so here I am. Don't you feel special?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-3172428439968978437?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3172428439968978437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=3172428439968978437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3172428439968978437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/3172428439968978437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-i-have-been-lagging.html' title='So I have been lagging'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-2865581293037273380</id><published>2007-07-17T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:08.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 amigos!</title><content type='html'>Sarah and Cam came out from HI this past week! It was a great surprise!! We had to get the 3 C's back together for some fun in the sun at the park we used to hang out at, and then of course we had to go to Wahoos! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yPmP5-LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IEuSB3A4fEw/s1600-h/IMG_4988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088278397545216178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yPmP5-LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IEuSB3A4fEw/s320/IMG_4988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter and Cam playing "Monster"! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yQGP5-MI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z3zCi7KFB-U/s1600-h/IMG_4995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088278406135150786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yQGP5-MI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z3zCi7KFB-U/s320/IMG_4995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubble time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yQmP5-NI/AAAAAAAAABE/NrBhrXW4ypE/s1600-h/IMG_4999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088278414725085394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yQmP5-NI/AAAAAAAAABE/NrBhrXW4ypE/s320/IMG_4999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cam and Colin playing with cars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yQ2P5-OI/AAAAAAAAABM/AzzUjbWdjRw/s1600-h/IMG_5005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088278419020052706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yQ2P5-OI/AAAAAAAAABM/AzzUjbWdjRw/s320/IMG_5005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter just has to play with the bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yRWP5-PI/AAAAAAAAABU/6qxADEepGl0/s1600-h/IMG_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088278427609987314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yRWP5-PI/AAAAAAAAABU/6qxADEepGl0/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch time at Wahoos!! This was fun! They wore me out just watching them!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z32P5-QI/AAAAAAAAABc/J7L09iIUNP0/s1600-h/IMG_5046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088280188546578690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z32P5-QI/AAAAAAAAABc/J7L09iIUNP0/s320/IMG_5046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z4WP5-RI/AAAAAAAAABk/xIG9DJdazGg/s1600-h/IMG_5055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088280197136513298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z4WP5-RI/AAAAAAAAABk/xIG9DJdazGg/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z6WP5-SI/AAAAAAAAABs/X8nw8UxTaj8/s1600-h/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088280231496251682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z6WP5-SI/AAAAAAAAABs/X8nw8UxTaj8/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z62P5-TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p_TzAAe7Epc/s1600-h/IMG_5071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088280240086186290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0z62P5-TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p_TzAAe7Epc/s320/IMG_5071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you again when you come back out here with your little girl Sarah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-2865581293037273380?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2865581293037273380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=2865581293037273380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/2865581293037273380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/2865581293037273380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/07/3-amigos.html' title='The 3 amigos!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/Rp0yPmP5-LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IEuSB3A4fEw/s72-c/IMG_4988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-8424076037675851965</id><published>2007-07-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:14:51.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...</title><content type='html'>So I am finding out that I suck at this. I think about updating it everyday too! I swear! But then one thing after another and I forget. Thanks to Amanda...maybe you will keep me on top of things, not that you will be busy with two kids in a few days.. but come on, you know you will have time to tell me to update!! I will post pics and tell you a few things tomorrow. Someone just texted me and I am waiting for the pizza guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-8424076037675851965?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8424076037675851965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=8424076037675851965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8424076037675851965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/8424076037675851965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay.html' title='Okay...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-769000543760823389</id><published>2007-06-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:10.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Carter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLRHCEuyII/AAAAAAAAAAs/jBDqvTJrl0Q/s1600-h/IMG_4617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080853248373344386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLRHCEuyII/AAAAAAAAAAs/jBDqvTJrl0Q/s320/IMG_4617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOjSEuyEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GVzCaCgi-4w/s1600-h/IMG_4615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080850435169765442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOjSEuyEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GVzCaCgi-4w/s320/IMG_4615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daredevil Carter. Thats all I have to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOjyEuyFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSSa7dXBz6c/s1600-h/IMG_4622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080850443759700050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOjyEuyFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iSSa7dXBz6c/s320/IMG_4622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little man just being cute in the back yard! Actually.... I had to bribe him to go sit by the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOkCEuyGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Dri5wFaVnU4/s1600-h/IMG_4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080850448054667362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOkCEuyGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Dri5wFaVnU4/s320/IMG_4558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Bumu. Bumu was Carters imaginary friends, and I had the idea to bring him to "life" at Bulid a Bear. Now this dog goes everywhere. I tried to sneak him out of the house when I went to Tiffanys for the night so I would have something of Carters (awww)..but no. He wouldnt let me. He noticed that Bumu was no longer on his bed. So I got stuck with Lambie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOkiEuyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KtgCPcqO-I8/s1600-h/IMG_4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080850456644601970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLOkiEuyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KtgCPcqO-I8/s320/IMG_4470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter LOVES firetrucks. I think he is going to be a fireman! Anytime he sees one he goes "weooo! Weoo!" Lucky us, the firemen have set up camp right next to the park until the new "firehouse" is built. But it was kind of funny.. Carter was checking the truck out and a few of the guys came out, said Hi to Carter and then asked if he wanted a hat. What does my child say? "No thank you". Dude. Take the hat. So now he has a plastic firemans hat that he looooves. Oh and they started the truck up, scared the crap out of him. For those of you that know his love of garbage truck sounds, well you know this ended bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-769000543760823389?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/769000543760823389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=769000543760823389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/769000543760823389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/769000543760823389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-in-life-of-carter.html' title='A day in the life of Carter.'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3O9evTCrBY/RoLRHCEuyII/AAAAAAAAAAs/jBDqvTJrl0Q/s72-c/IMG_4617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191463409512906937.post-7553689552136841011</id><published>2007-06-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:40:52.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here we are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I decided to start a blog. Funny huh? You would think with my myspace I could do a blog there. But I think I have a problem trying to do one there...I end up clicking my life away looking at other things! Hopefully being here I can stay on track! I wanted to start a blog today (well I had been talking about it for awhile) after looking at some friends blogs. I want a place to write down funny things that happen with Carter, and I want a place to record my weightloss..or lack there of... I need to get back on track and focus. Think I can do it? I sure hope I can. First things first. I have to get this place all set up and pretty right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4191463409512906937-7553689552136841011?l=cartersmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7553689552136841011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4191463409512906937&amp;postID=7553689552136841011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/7553689552136841011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4191463409512906937/posts/default/7553689552136841011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartersmama.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-here-we-are.html' title='Well here we are...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><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/_i3O9evTCrBY/TOH23FnK-RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qEXOF2aIvwU/S220/2010-11-15%2B16-40-27.937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
