<?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-2168954957263595302</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:31:42.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Lily</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-1967589334789956164</id><published>2007-12-17T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:51:00.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow 2 Months!</title><content type='html'>I won't even attempt to totally catch up, but here are a few pics taken of Lily in the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are her in her Halloween costume (sorry, they're not the greatest quality, my scanner literally died right after these pics were scanned)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Halloween%202007/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Halloween%202007/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A couple from trick or treating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145119560353309554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2ci-unF43I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ncFMKLWFkpE/s320/100_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145119594713047938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2cjAunF44I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WKLZm7xMXsc/s320/100_1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The pre-K and Kindergartners at Lily's school did a program for Thanksgiving on Grandparents Day. I wish I had the pic scanned of Lily with her Grandma and Nana, it turned out so cute. She loved having them at her school for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145122588305253266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2clu-nF45I/AAAAAAAAAFc/44OQLlEVvmY/s320/100_1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145122596895187874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2clvenF46I/AAAAAAAAAFk/T_Xmvg0pacU/s320/100_1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145122601190155186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2clvunF47I/AAAAAAAAAFs/A6ctIIqYHTE/s320/100_1660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145122609780089794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2clwOnF48I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wwjBnGPBFEM/s320/100_1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are just a few other pics that I loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145126011394188242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2co2OnF49I/AAAAAAAAAF8/S_om7Sd8_4g/s320/100_1642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145126019984122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2co2unF4_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HyqqJz_5f4k/s320/100_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145126964876928002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2cptunF5AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Mkuw6K_6WGU/s320/100_1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-1967589334789956164?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/1967589334789956164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=1967589334789956164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/1967589334789956164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/1967589334789956164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-2-months.html' title='Wow 2 Months!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/R2ci-unF43I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ncFMKLWFkpE/s72-c/100_1645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-946052688856896267</id><published>2007-10-18T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:09:26.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: Picture Overload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I took over 90 pics on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the pumpkin patch last weekend! We had so much fun! We went to Dewberry Farm (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dewberryfarm&lt;/span&gt;.com), it was our second year going there. We took my little sister Ally, Lily's friend Cameron, her little sister Samantha and her mom Christie. There is so much to do there! We got to the farm at 12 and left at 10...yep, 10 hours with plenty to do. They have a 16 acre pumpkin patch with pumpkins that you can cut off the vine. They also have a ton of pumpkins placed out there, along with gourds, squash and pie pumpkins. There is also a 7 acre corn maze. We didn't do the maze this year, because last year the little ones got a little scared not knowing where we were or how to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls all trying to fit in the wagon together...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cameron and Lily telling us where we were going first... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The duck races...Lily said she won every time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, competitive???&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Picking pumpkins, they were much more interested in taking home little pie pumpkins than a big one to carve, that was fine with me, less to carry...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All the girls by the pond, this was at the beginning of the day and Lily was already tired of me taking pictures, I think she finally got the point that I wasn't going to stop and started giving in! Doesn't she know me by now?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Feeding the donkey and the goats...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even though it has been record highs around here lately, it was a gorgeous day. Lily got a little cool at night after getting wet mining for gemstones (no pics of that, how did that happen?) but other than that it was great weather.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ally and Lily on the farmer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flinger&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The roller slide. This was so fun, you roll down and it's a bumpy ride. I rode down with Lily and we went so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the corn train...the driver was crazy, but the kids loved it and rode it over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tired of pictures, or just plain tired?!  10 hours is a long time doing all this in these pics, plus much more I didn't even get pics of.  The girls were never bored though and all passed out on the long ride home!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/PrincessLily/Pumpkin%20Patch%2007/100_1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will definitely be back at Dewberry Farm next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-946052688856896267?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/946052688856896267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=946052688856896267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/946052688856896267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/946052688856896267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-6416331633945703092</id><published>2007-10-18T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:03:12.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concussion!</title><content type='html'>Yep, Lily has a concussion!  Yesterday she and I were sitting at the kitchen table having lunch.  Lily leaned back in her chair and fell straight back onto the ceramic tile floor.  We have a high table and the chairs are more like bar stool height, so the fall was about 5 feet.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, she was in so much pain, her back was immediately bruised up, she could barely catch her breath!  I called my mom who of course told me to take her to the ER, but I called her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; instead who told me to bring her right in.  On the way there she was complaining that her neck hurt and that she felt like she was going to throw up.  By the time we got to the doctors office, her pupils were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;, she was mumbling through her sentences, and acting very hyper (which is one symptom I had never heard of).  She could not sit still, which was reassuring that nothing was broken.  She had a knot on her back, along with lots of bruising and a knot on the back of her head.  No broken bones, just a mild concussion.  I had to wake her up every two hours last night, which annoyed her, but it was really just a nudge to get her to roll over, or do something.  She was able to go back to school today, but I had to send a note to her teacher, just in case she started acting funny, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; said that could take a few weeks to get completely normal.  She seems to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; today, though her back is obviously sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby...poor mommy too, I was so scared!  I'm just so thankful she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-6416331633945703092?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/6416331633945703092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=6416331633945703092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/6416331633945703092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/6416331633945703092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/10/concussion.html' title='Concussion!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-5374285917649659723</id><published>2007-10-18T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:46:24.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mommy...</title><content type='html'>I'm a proud mama today.  This morning Lily told me that she is going to be doing Rise and Shine.  Every morning at her school they gather in the cafeteria and go over the annoucements, birthdays for the day, they sing their school song, say their school creed, have a joke of the day, quote of the day, pledges, etc.  Anyway, it's really cute!  Well it is all student-led except for the annoucements that are done by the principal.  The pre-Kers though, do not get to participate in the leading, is what I had been told by Lily and my little sister Ally.  Well, Lily, not sure why or how she was picked, but she has been asked to help with a kindergarten class when it is their turn!  She is reciting the school creed, which she has memorized.  She is so excited, the only bad part, which she let me know about as soon as I picked her up today, is that she is missing recess to practice in the other classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny to add to this...at Open House a couple of weeks ago, Lily's teacher told me that she was her "super star" in the class, which I of course was very proud of.  Apparently Lily overheard me telling, my mom, dad, sisters, friends, whoever, because today I was telling her how awesome that is that she was picked and the only one in her class doing R&amp;amp;S and she said, "yeah, I think they picked the super stars!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, I'm excited...I'll post pics, not sure when her day is yet though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-5374285917649659723?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/5374285917649659723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=5374285917649659723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/5374285917649659723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/5374285917649659723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/10/proud-mommy.html' title='Proud Mommy...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-8192482285005625200</id><published>2007-09-29T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:51:01.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spent the day with Cinderella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today we went to the high school I attended to have "lunch with Cinderella" and also to see the play. Lily had a blast! We invited her best friend Cameron and her mom to come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115757901648063506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv7StQShbBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EQgq_XU8c1w/s320/100_1504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had lunch and got autographs from all the cast members, which the girls thought was sooo cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stepsisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115758807886162978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv7TiAShbCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rI9iuMD6gio/s320/100_1506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115759628224916530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv7URwShbDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VD1uVylJE7E/s320/100_1507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the fairy godmother...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115760835110726722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv7VYAShbEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TXDeIDrEn9g/s320/100_1508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cinderella, Lily and the Prince in the carriage...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115761805773335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv7WQgShbFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KHTrxquVrTE/s320/100_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lily's favorite characters were the evil stepmother and stepsisters...they were hilarious! During the lunch they were following around the prince and the queen, they played their parts so well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115763021249080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv7XXQShbGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RnM9hLA8iIc/s320/100_1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After lunch and having a blast with the cast, it was time for the play. The girls had such a great time. It was really fun for them to see all the people they had been hanging out with for the past 3 hours up on stage. The play was fantastic, they really did a good job. We had such a great time, I'm so glad we were able to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-8192482285005625200?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/8192482285005625200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=8192482285005625200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8192482285005625200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8192482285005625200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/09/spent-day-with-cinderella.html' title='Spent the day with Cinderella...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv7StQShbBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EQgq_XU8c1w/s72-c/100_1504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-4611716920575195840</id><published>2007-09-28T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:30:25.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mommy Award...</title><content type='html'>goes to me today!  I go to Lily's bus stop every day at 5 til 12...every day!  Well today apparently that wasn't early enough.  I walked to the stop and didn't have my phone with me.  I stayed down there until about 12:15 thinking they were just running late, it usually gets there between 12 and 12:05.  I walk home to get my phone to call the school and find out what's going on and my phone is ringing.  It's my mom, the school has called her because she is the emergency contact (they called me first, but I was outside at the bus stop and didn't hear it ring!), to let her know that Lily is at the school.  Yep, I missed the bus and they took her back to school, they won't drop her off without someone outside (I do love that rule though).  This is one of the only times I've found a disadvantage to living in a cul-de-sac.  They are great as far as less traffic, playing outside, etc.  But I would have heard the bus if we weren't so far from the main street.  Uggh, boy did I feel like an awful mother walking into that school to get her.  Luckily the lady at the office was very nice.  I told her I was out there at the same time I was every day and she said that is was a sub driver and maybe she just got there a little early.  Lily also said that there were not many kids on the bus today, that would make sense!  To top everything off, the school called Matt, so he was calling me finding out what was going on!  Ugggh bad mommy, bad mommy!  Monday I'll be out there at 11:30, the time she gets out of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-4611716920575195840?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/4611716920575195840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=4611716920575195840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/4611716920575195840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/4611716920575195840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-mommy-award.html' title='Bad Mommy Award...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-8512492864481975755</id><published>2007-09-28T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:51:02.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past labor day weekend we had our family reunion. I know, I'm a little late posting about it! Lily had a blast on the water slide they had set up on Saturday. Too bad the pics look so blurry, they are nice and clear until I upload them :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115318109881854930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv1CuASha9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ktH4Tal1msw/s320/100_1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She and her cousins also had a ton of fun digging up huge rocks and throwing them into the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115318960285379554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv1DfgSha-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ulvUb2OMe1U/s320/100_1476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115320210120862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv1EoQSha_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/E6Rig3Zztks/s320/100_1479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The reunion lasted Friday night, Saturday all day, and Sunday all day. Saturday the kids spent most of the day on the water slide, then playing by the lake. On Sunday they did a pinata and played a ton of games. It really was a fun weekend!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115321099179092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv1FcAShbAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EAbacvKADY4/s320/100_1481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were able to see tons of people we haven't seen since the last reunion (every other year) and were also able to go visit my Grandpa who lives nearby. On Monday, Labor day and my birthday (27th uggh!), Lily and I just hung out around the house. We were tired from the long weekend and the 5 hour drive home on Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-8512492864481975755?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/8512492864481975755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=8512492864481975755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8512492864481975755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8512492864481975755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rv1CuASha9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ktH4Tal1msw/s72-c/100_1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-515571414637573477</id><published>2007-09-21T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:51:02.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No idea where to begin...</title><content type='html'>where, oh where do I start? It's been over a month since I've posted, so a lot has happened. Of course Lily is finally home after a grueling summer (for me anyway), she's started pre-K, and we've been up to lots of fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily's first day of school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113919226148645762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/RvhKcQSha4I/AAAAAAAAADM/vzrrjVi3nlo/s320/100_1422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Ally (my little sister)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921279143013266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/RvhMTwSha5I/AAAAAAAAADU/Yb9-qdT5Hl0/s320/100_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The second day of school and first day to ride the bus (I would take her and pick her up every day if she'd let me, she loves to ride the bus!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113923027194702754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/RvhN5gSha6I/AAAAAAAAADc/g6EvWhMzt8Y/s320/100_1437.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113924367224499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/RvhPHgSha7I/AAAAAAAAADk/pQ5xGj8oUMQ/s320/100_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this is her first school project, her family poster. I decided to make it a family apple tree, she had fun making it...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113925209038089154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/RvhP4gSha8I/AAAAAAAAADs/szqg73uElkg/s320/100_1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-515571414637573477?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/515571414637573477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=515571414637573477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/515571414637573477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/515571414637573477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-idea-where-to-begin.html' title='No idea where to begin...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/RvhKcQSha4I/AAAAAAAAADM/vzrrjVi3nlo/s72-c/100_1422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-2152732314833988050</id><published>2007-09-21T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:35:35.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Neglected...</title><content type='html'>Off to get Lily from the bus, but I'll be back later today to update! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-2152732314833988050?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/2152732314833988050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=2152732314833988050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/2152732314833988050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/2152732314833988050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-neglected.html' title='Blog Neglected...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-1052593915068245270</id><published>2007-08-17T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:31:09.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has she forgotten about me?</title><content type='html'>Yep, another depressing post from me! I haven't heard from Lily since our fiasco of a day last Thursday. I don't usually call her because I don't want to upset her or remind her that she misses me, but I think I'm going to today, I need to talk to her. Only 3 more sleeps, I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-1052593915068245270?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/1052593915068245270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=1052593915068245270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/1052593915068245270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/1052593915068245270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/08/has-she-forgotten-about-me.html' title='Has she forgotten about me?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-9186536814308994614</id><published>2007-08-11T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:51:05.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just uploaded some recent pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I thought I'd share...there are a ton of pics, I haven't uploaded in a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are from Lily's last swim meet (divisionals) of her first summer league season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097544235961482930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4deYNS_rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nkrqgkHeOpo/s320/100_1317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097544240256450242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4deoNS_sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yMl6VYoSHgM/s320/100_1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097544244551417554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4de4NS_tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H9tPml3a8h0/s320/100_1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I videoed her swimming, so I don't have any still pics of that. She did sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are from her end of year party for swim team, it was at Incredible Pizza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097545769264807650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4e3oNS_uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DOMspSnazG8/s320/100_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097545773559774962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4e34NS_vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/84ZOKlVyXNM/s320/100_1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She had a lot of fun! Someone is a little competitive though...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097547504431595266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4gcoNS_wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XabNRlgOs0E/s320/100_1342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097547513021529874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4gdINS_xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RSSOcIzamwk/s320/100_1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097547513021529890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4gdINS_yI/AAAAAAAAABE/IAI89tUCMVU/s320/100_1345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097547521611464514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4gdoNS_0I/AAAAAAAAABU/QYipPJzpjrk/s320/100_1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A few random shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097550193081122642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4i5INS_1I/AAAAAAAAABc/9yR-Jnh72Sk/s320/100_1349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097550218850926434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4i6oNS_2I/AAAAAAAAABk/x-bGtY-gfSs/s320/100_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097550236030795634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4i7oNS_3I/AAAAAAAAABs/CFzRB9IJPyk/s320/100_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097550240325762946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4i74NS_4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/FZNHJWxiKCY/s320/100_1361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097550240325762962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4i74NS_5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/CIPq4UwY15w/s320/100_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097551494456213410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4kE4NS_6I/AAAAAAAAACE/F4wTKwWboao/s320/100_1367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097551498751180722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4kFINS_7I/AAAAAAAAACM/UhhKTdAcE_Y/s320/100_1369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I uploaded a ton more, but I think the rest are gymnastics pics, I'll share them in a different post, another day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-9186536814308994614?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/9186536814308994614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=9186536814308994614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/9186536814308994614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/9186536814308994614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-uploaded-some-recent-pics.html' title='Just uploaded some recent pics...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Ss1tGex0cM/Rr4deYNS_rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nkrqgkHeOpo/s72-c/100_1317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-6440640021409126927</id><published>2007-08-10T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:07:39.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not such a good idea after all...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a disaster, to say the least!  It started out great, I picked Lily up from Matt's office at 7:45, she was so happy, we hugged and kissed and off in the car we went.  We were on our way to her school for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-K registration, the phone rings, it's my mom, she wants to meet somewhere for a kiss from her Lil.  She's a little while away, so we stop to get gas, Lily pumps, we stop to get a juice, we make it to the bank where we're meeting mom.  Mom gets a kiss, we're still happy as can be!  We go to the school, get all the paperwork sit down and start filling it out.  Lily overhears the lady at the desk tell me that the nurse will be out in a minute to look over her shot record to make sure it is up to date.  She waits a few minutes, thinking about it I'm sure, and says 'mommy is the nurse going to give me a shot?'  I tell her no, she is just going to look it over and make sure she's had all she needs before she starts school.  When the nurse does come out, she is so relieved to find out she is all up to date, she even lets out a 'YES!'  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  We finish registering, she gets her teachers name, we will meet her on Aug 23rd, she gets to see her classroom, take a ride on the bus, etc.  She can't wait!  Oh yeah, when hearing her teachers name (Mrs. Manchester) she said '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt; man mommy, I didn't want a boy teacher!' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  In the car she's telling me about all the fun things we are going to do for the day.  We are going swimming, she has crafts planned out, we are going to have a tea party, etc.  Then I tell her that we are meeting grandma for lunch at 12:30, then we have gymnastics at 2:15 and we'll have time to play for a little while when we get home, but then we'd have to save most things for in the afternoon when we get home from gym.  We're still doing good, we get home and she wakes up Ally and Katie.  We hang out, play with some toys, then Leslie gets here.  She is here from College Station just for the day, and is the reason I asked Matt to take her for the day.  The day just goes downhill from here.  She starts to get a little cranky and clingy.  Leslie is so excited to see her, it's been a couple of months, but she's just not really interested.  She's getting frustrated and mad about the slightest things, everything seems to be upsetting her.  Then my older sister and her two kids get here.  Immediately she's crying.  I start to figure out what's wrong.  She's a very emotional girl, I know that, but I had no idea this was going to happen.  She won't really tell me what's wrong, but she doesn't want to talk to anyone, she doesn't want Evan (her 3 year old cousin) to play with her toys (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; not like her), she doesn't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; (my sister) to hug her, she is just crying.  Over what?? Nothing!  It was so sad, it was just like she was depressed, I didn't know what to do.  I took her off, by ourselves, into another room to talk to her.  It was exactly what I thought, but had no idea was going to happen.  She wanted to spend the day together, just me and her, she said 'I don't want all of them to miss me'.  I really should have known this was coming, any time she comes home from her dad's house, especially for a long time, she just wants to hang out with me, she doesn't want anyone else around, and she definitely does not want to leave our house.  After a day or two, she's back to her normal happy self!  It's strange and I hate it, but that's how it is, she is very emotional (I wonder where she gets that from?)  So, I get her calmed down, we play some games on the computer, by ourselves, and by the time we leave to go to lunch, she is doing fine...that is until we get in the car!  Evan has been saying since he got here that he is going to ride in Sarah's car, he loves to and Lily usually enjoys the company, well not today.  She is pissed, she doesn't want him in the car and she wants Ally, well Ally is riding with Shelly, with my sister and there is not room for both of them between the car seats.  She literally cried all the way to the restaurant (45 min away)!  When we got there, she was pouring sweat, her nose was running everywhere, she was a mess.  I told Leslie to go in and get a table for 9 and take everyone else in with her.  I got Lily in the front seat with me and we talked a little more.  She explained why she was so sad and I just started crying.  I tried to hold back, but I just couldn't.  I really did feel bad that I had pretty much 'ruined' her perfect day with me.  On a side note, Lily does not act like this, I don't put up with it, basically around here, you go with the flow whether you like it or not, Lily knows this and is a very easygoing, fun, very sweet girl.  I feel like this is making her out to be a brat, it's just different when she comes home, I don't really know how to explain it.  So anyway, we sit there and talk for a little while, we cry together, I apologize, she apologizes, we hug, kiss, blow our noses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, and go in to have lunch.  She was happy to see my mom there.  She does really well at lunch, she sits there, eats her food, shares her food with Evan, just like my Lily!  When we leave the restaurant, we have to go home get dressed for gym, and get Leslie's truck, she had to leave for a dentist's appointment from the gym, and get to gym quick, we were running a bit behind.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, Shelly, Evan and Ally (she was going to spend the night with Shelly) are on their way home.  Lily starts talking about how she wanted all of them to watch her at gymnastics, she is talking, not screaming and crying about it, so I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and they agree to stop there since it was on the way home, that cheers her up a little bit.  Lily had been saying that she didn't want to go to gym.  I told her that we would go and if she wanted to leave early that she could.  I figured this was the best way to go.  If we stayed home and she decided she wanted to go, it would be too late, but if she went and wanted to leave, that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  She was in her class, but not really there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kwim&lt;/span&gt;?  She was off, doing stuff they do every class, she just really wasn't there, but she was smiling, even if her face was all red and puffy! :(  They were having a really fun class, as opposed to the normal, strict class, since it was the last class of the session, so that was good.  Then it happened, she got kicked in the stomach, and I mean hard!  I could see on her face, she was trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; hard not to cry, but she just couldn't, she bent over holding it and just started balling.  Her coach of course came to her, she later told me when I asked her if it hurt to breathe, that she couldn't talk...ouch, poor baby!  It made it no better that she was already so sad.  She sat out for a little while as I tried to decide whether or not to go to the office and have her pulled out (since only they can do that).  She was sitting by the wall watching the others and just crying.  I was so torn, there were only a few minutes left and I knew she'd want her stamps after class, but she was so sad, just sitting there crying quietly, not like screaming or anything, she was just really in pain.  Then luckily she got up and started doing her cartwheels with the others, I was so happy.  The other parents felt so bad for her too, it was a hard kick, especially the mom of the other girl.  She just kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; and even had her daughter come apologize after class...it was totally an accident though, and I told her and her mom.  The girls hugged and everything was fine!  We got out in the parking lot and she had her last meltdown of the day, Ally was leaving to spend the night with Shelly!  We somehow managed to leave and make it home.  So, we're down to me, Lily and Katie, and Lily couldn't be happier.  We get home get our bathing suits on and out to the pool we go, just Lily and me.  We had so much fun, and I was just so happy to see her happy for one of the only times of the day.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mosquitos&lt;/span&gt; got pretty bad and we decided to head inside and do one of the crafts she had planned.  We made puppets, well really they weren't puppets but Lily said they were and she instructed me and we each made one...they were cute though!  We ate some dinner and it was time to take her back to her dads.  He asked for her to be home by 7:30.  On the way back she said a few times that she didn't want to go, she wanted to go back to her house, etc.  She fell asleep a couple of blocks away, I can only imagine how exhausted she was!  I was on the verge of tears, but knew that if I started, she would be a mess.  I held them back until I turned away from his door and back to my car.  I cried to whole way home.  What a day!  Only 10 sleeps now until our life gets back to normal and I have my normal Lily back and home with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-6440640021409126927?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/6440640021409126927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=6440640021409126927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/6440640021409126927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/6440640021409126927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-such-good-idea-after-all.html' title='Not such a good idea after all...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-8807565567863434480</id><published>2007-08-07T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:11:41.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...bored!</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday, I'm off work and Lily is gone. What should I do? lol I was going to work this morning so that I didn't have to worry about that, but my mom needed me to watch Ally for the day. We are headed to Lily's doctor to pick up a copy of her shot record to register for pre-K on Thursday, but that's really all. I miss my girl! I've been reading a friend's blog (hi Amy!) and I'm insanely jealous, don't tell her that of course ;) of all the fun she is having with her kiddos this summer! I talked to her yesterday and she seems to be having a good time. She asked me how many more sleeps until she comes home and was disappointed with my answer (14). I do get to see her Thursday, which will be wonderful! I just want kisses...lots and lots of kisses, that is one of the things I miss the most, along with her beautiful face and the fun we have together. I really should stop writing about this, as I'm getting a bit emotional. I hate to sound so negative and depressing, but I really just don't know what to do without her. She is my whole world, I do nothing without her other than going to work, and I do as little of that as possible to be able to spend as much time with her as I can. 2 MORE WEEKS is a very, very long time! UGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.tickerfactory.com/ezt/d/4;7;116/st/20070820/e/Lily+comes+home%21/dt/-1/k/ec51/blk-event.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to the doc's office. I can't believe my baby is going to start school in a couple of weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-8807565567863434480?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/8807565567863434480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=8807565567863434480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8807565567863434480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8807565567863434480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmmbored.html' title='Hmmm...bored!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-5917565111181487487</id><published>2007-08-02T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:05:53.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 sleep down...18 to go...</title><content type='html'>So, she left last night :( She was sad a little before, but by the time she was walking out the door, she was fine. I'll get to see her again on the 9th, I'm taking her for the day because Leslie is coming to town. I'll pick her up from her Nana's in the morning, take her to register for pre-K, probably go to lunch and hang out with her for the day, then Leslie gets to see her at gymnastics in the afternoon. I'll take her back to Nana's in the evening before her dad gets home, or take her to his house, we haven't really talked about that yet. Hopefully it won't be hard on her.  I miss her like crazy already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-5917565111181487487?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/5917565111181487487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=5917565111181487487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/5917565111181487487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/5917565111181487487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/08/1-sleep-down18-to-go.html' title='1 sleep down...18 to go...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-1677236269912162386</id><published>2007-08-01T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:40:50.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so bummed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well today Lily leaves to go to her dad's until the 20th (that's 19 sleeps! lol). She's still sleeping (lazy-butt), but when she wakes up we'll spend the day together, probably go swimming if it doesn't rain and just chill until 6. Hopefully I can wait until she's out the door before I start crying. 20 days is forever, I hate being without her. My whole world revolves around her (literally) so when she's gone just absolutely sucks! This is also the longest she's ever been gone. She's not excited, but she's not upset, so that's good. I try to make it as positive as I can, but it's hard on both of us. The past two days have been kind of hectic with her. She is being a big time PITA. Whining, crying over nothing, arguing, and I totally knew what it was about. That's just the way she shows her emotion. She does not act like that, unless she is upset about something. Last night she and I went to get some dinner and in the car I asked her to please stop getting so upset and being so ugly to me. Her response was that she was mad that she had to go to her dad's. I said well that's not mommy's fault, there is nothing we can do about it. What she said back, really shocked me, she said that she was trying to get in trouble so I wouldn't let her go to her dad's....what a smart girl! Just shows you how a little 4 year old's mind works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-1677236269912162386?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/1677236269912162386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=1677236269912162386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/1677236269912162386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/1677236269912162386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-so-bummed.html' title='I&apos;m so bummed...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168954957263595302.post-8570551892194321065</id><published>2007-07-31T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:42:35.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my new blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So...I've decided to start a blog. I don't know how good I'll be with keeping up, but it should be fun.  Since the fall of the BID 02 board, I need somewhere to post about Lily and be able to keep up with the few that are still around.  The title says it all, it's all about Lily and what we're up to together. I love to catch up with people by reading their blogs, so hopefully ours will be enjoyed as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168954957263595302-8570551892194321065?l=itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/feeds/8570551892194321065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2168954957263595302&amp;postID=8570551892194321065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8570551892194321065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168954957263595302/posts/default/8570551892194321065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutlily.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-new-blog.html' title='my new blog...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343140015620136919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
