tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47905408449406796262024-02-20T23:27:53.754-05:00HOWDY!!SillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.comBlogger507125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-79166846851707522112011-08-30T20:49:00.007-04:002011-08-30T22:25:02.685-04:00WELCOME HOMESo the big move is fast upon us. My parents are moving home. Finally. It's been a long time in coming. But I think everyone is ready. I know me and the girls are.
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<br />That's not to say that things aren't going to be different. Because they are. We've been living alone for many years now, as have Mom and Dad. We both have our own schedules and the way we do things. It's gonna be quite the upheaval at first, getting to know each other. Not to mention putting a house together. I predict moments of frustration, and other times of laughter, as we figure it all out. As long as everyone hangs in there, I think the outcome will be more rewarding than anything we could even imagine.
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<br />There's some speculation that once they move in, Mom and Dad will be raising my children. That they will be stuck being the parent, while I run around willy-nilly. So let me put THAT tall tale to rest. I am, and will be, raising my children. Just like I have been for the past eight years. I'm sort of insulted that anyone would think differently. That's not to say I don't have some expectations.
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<br />I expect Mom to challenge Trinity in checkers, and Dad to teach her how to properly set up a fish tank.
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<br />I expect Mom to help Madison with her reading, and Dad to teach her how to grow a sunflower.
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<br />I expect them both to be there for Lexi's first step.
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<br />I predict tantrums and door slamming on everyones part (including my own), but I also predict Friday Night Game Nights and family dinners. My mom is going to help me cook my first Thanksgiving feast and Dad is going to help me string the Christmas lights outside.
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<br />With all that being said, I'd rather travel a curvy, bumpy road with those I love than ride the straight and narrow all by myself.
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<br />Shelly
<br />Welcome HomeSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-72052528953375727402011-08-15T22:49:00.003-04:002011-08-15T22:59:31.274-04:00WATER BALLOONSIt was Sunday, late afternoon, and I had worked all weekend (in some way, shape or form), and I was ready for a little bit of fun. And the easiest, breeziest way is with water balloons. They take some time to fill...
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<br />...but in the end, it was more than worth the trouble.
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<br />Shelly
<br />Loves a good fightSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-1950546407506388372011-08-11T22:12:00.003-04:002011-08-11T22:51:56.843-04:00SOMEBODY NEEDED A NAPToday I arrived home with just Madison. We were minus one baby (who was with her daddy), and one big sister (who was also with her daddy). We chatted all the way home about what we were going to have for dinner and what we were gonna do afterwards. We arrived home and I went to change out of my work clothes. When I came back to the living room, Madison was sound asleep on the couch. And I let her be.
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<br />I was surprised that she fell asleep so quickly, but not bothered in the least. I went about my business expecting her to wake up any moment. I emptied the dishwasher and put a load of laundry in.
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<br />I turned some music on and cleaned out some drawers. And Madison slept. And slept.
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<br />And I let her. Yes, I could have woken her up at any time. I could have shook her off the couch and made her eat and put jammies on, but I didn't. My big kids don't nap anymore, so when the time comes that their little bodies obviously need some sleep, I let Mother Nature take over. And when Madison finally woke up, she was the most loving, hug giving child any mother could wish for.
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<br />Shelly
<br />Ahhh. The power of sleep.SillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-30137584337683023912011-07-30T18:40:00.004-04:002011-07-30T22:03:19.632-04:00SLEEPING LIKE A BABYI was STRONGLY encouraged, by my parents, to put Lexi in her crib at bedtime. And although I did sneak in a few co-sleeps at the very beginning, I did what I was told to do so by my dad. As a result, Lexi sleeps in her very own bed, every night. She is safe. She is content. And it chaps my butt that my parents were right.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOWB15emt0fGnZDQqHgUfINBY6_oAywG9AP2JeE8N48HBLJGWzJ3wDPHgB-g0lUMgrS1hbFMCPN3ymc8VLnuCVKjUIHMJWet1PsR5DJAWVIBbnIIFj8Pfb1r4rrbuhl_iR6jst3th4Hg/s1600/DSC00649+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOWB15emt0fGnZDQqHgUfINBY6_oAywG9AP2JeE8N48HBLJGWzJ3wDPHgB-g0lUMgrS1hbFMCPN3ymc8VLnuCVKjUIHMJWet1PsR5DJAWVIBbnIIFj8Pfb1r4rrbuhl_iR6jst3th4Hg/s320/DSC00649+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635279033860802882" /></a><br /><br />The older girls were allowed to sleep in the "big bed" since they learned what the word "bed" meant. And I didn't discourage it. During the divorce and aftermath, we all needed some comfort at the end of the day. So if one my little girls wanted to crawl in the bed with me and snuggle, I allowed it. I had no problem with it. We snuggled and slept, and faced another day. We survived. We lived another day. <br /><br />So although I don't think my children will perish by sleeping in the big bed with me, I know there are babies that have. If Trinity or Madison creep into the bed late at night, I will not kick them out. But I will not put Lexi to bed in the "big" bed. At least until she's two. <br /><br />Shelly<br />Loves to snuggleSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-57571987892044618392011-07-30T17:39:00.002-04:002011-07-30T18:31:38.851-04:00BOYS AND GIRLS CLUBWhen Trinity was six years old, we signed her up with The Boys and Girls Club. At the time, it was our only option. Her Dad and I were both working, and she was too old for standard daycare. So we did what we had to do. And it was the best decision we ever made for ALL our lives. The Club is so much more than just a safe place for your child to wait until you can pick them up. They have teachers to help with homework and do art projects. They have activities for every age group, and discipline protocol for those that fall out of line. This past winter, we had actual UT basketball players teaching the kids how to play ball. Not only were they taught how to dribble, but they were also taught about teamwork. The result was a very exciting season between them all. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_fC2GZsJaWRtMcee0PDq1CQD9kSEvj6PTIKW_wZfreCmFFsXUt0iww_vcDq7GNnQb-AKL5cY2xnJTKDS-vefBH7tJyUQLXvrf0ymw4mF12s1iutmkc_vZbQFC8wr0IgFpECvx5SLzWI/s1600/DSC00652+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_fC2GZsJaWRtMcee0PDq1CQD9kSEvj6PTIKW_wZfreCmFFsXUt0iww_vcDq7GNnQb-AKL5cY2xnJTKDS-vefBH7tJyUQLXvrf0ymw4mF12s1iutmkc_vZbQFC8wr0IgFpECvx5SLzWI/s320/DSC00652+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635263408452455986" /></a><br />This spring and summer, the girls have been members of "The Dancing Divas and Dudes" dance team. All the kids have worked very hard on this dance, and the progress they have made since April is beyond amazing. They are putting on a final performance in 11 days (Madison is counting), and the crew needs T-shirts. They held a bake sale all week, and today they had a car wash. The kids were out in the hot sun, scrubbing the cars down, and spraying each other with the hose willy-nilly. They showed some charm to many locals and some gullible tourists. It was a smashing success.<br /><br />Shelly<br />Loves the Boys and Girls Club. And you should too.SillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-24659303072575677432011-07-29T23:16:00.002-04:002011-07-29T23:45:28.939-04:00AHHHHH!! OMG!!!As I was cooking dinner the other night, I walked throughout the kitchen several times. I emptied the dishwasher, stirred the hamburger meat, and even cleaned off a part of the island. Turning away from the sink at one point, I found THIS on my floor. All of a sudden. Out of nowhere. At first I wasn't even sure what it was. Once I realized that it was a Barbie head, I opened my mouth to fuss at Madison for leaving it on the floor. But a quick peak around the corner revealed that Madison was not playing with Barbie's. She was, in fact, fully mesmerized by the newest episode of iCarly.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBQZFLB6kFXr5a1tnhmFHCM-gl02f3tjocEXZtMitOtvxAvikBCrlSBudivwoPeYn5DL_q9tqJ5ei7yQU6pvL-hN5Y9bALNcEASxctwyOI-4OLCYmQVIUMXzhucInPGZnEJg9pglP8TY/s1600/DSC00645+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBQZFLB6kFXr5a1tnhmFHCM-gl02f3tjocEXZtMitOtvxAvikBCrlSBudivwoPeYn5DL_q9tqJ5ei7yQU6pvL-hN5Y9bALNcEASxctwyOI-4OLCYmQVIUMXzhucInPGZnEJg9pglP8TY/s320/DSC00645+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634979265990043922" /></a><br />So how did this Barbie head appear on my floor?? Where did it come from?? And why am I so jealous of her glorious head of hair???<br /><br />Shelly<br />AHHHHHHH!!!SillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-68196474924822051182011-07-27T21:29:00.002-04:002011-07-29T23:15:08.089-04:00THE JUNGLEI'm not sure what the official name is for for this particular baby gadget. I think it might be a "Play Yard", or something similarily named. I don't know. It was a hand-me-down.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HJA8ow1VvWBG8zJK5TIfI9nWVgHi2QWf-TAAHV3klLoEIrtgEQljHcA8Oo-4TQb8Dkn8ngZs9Xt_em2IpqZp0RqsYNtEEGM6Aj3F9EhkmQLZOGk_Su-elR0SdgzUVS8fWd6TFSK1EoI/s1600/DSC00644+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HJA8ow1VvWBG8zJK5TIfI9nWVgHi2QWf-TAAHV3klLoEIrtgEQljHcA8Oo-4TQb8Dkn8ngZs9Xt_em2IpqZp0RqsYNtEEGM6Aj3F9EhkmQLZOGk_Su-elR0SdgzUVS8fWd6TFSK1EoI/s320/DSC00644+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634209710687148802" /></a><br />Either way, in this house it's called The Jungle. Play links hang down and there's a monkey involved somehow, so that's how it got it's name. Lexi loves it, so that's all that really matters. She rolls around underneath it, squealing and grabbing for the "vines" that hang down. It's the most fun spot in the house.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7E8fZ3Se03BUDWCLmeZFK3KzRhHSyuzHaVWwL-TxWWGE9-h1kfJ44GPvuHeXCjRQNTbpkeJRj7RqPPLR4N90QzTpMSVRX17t51H4IsRcJUAEr4F_r9eMVOOblzthMaVl0rSkyUSCoC_U/s1600/DSC00642+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7E8fZ3Se03BUDWCLmeZFK3KzRhHSyuzHaVWwL-TxWWGE9-h1kfJ44GPvuHeXCjRQNTbpkeJRj7RqPPLR4N90QzTpMSVRX17t51H4IsRcJUAEr4F_r9eMVOOblzthMaVl0rSkyUSCoC_U/s320/DSC00642+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634209708150307362" /></a><em></em><br /><br />Shelly<br />Has jungle feverSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-40275970761020767192011-07-25T22:37:00.002-04:002011-07-25T22:43:23.228-04:00ITS REQUIRED<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-GNFTrPPaS1jG27WUXR2N8T4Jsx1XhQT86Nz7oRzrdsmOMsY3fF3chyphenhyphenaLPfibiMEYyJ51CHO9VHcnTIUMqOxoZhyphenhyphenG9RoCi61nGUT3h5ZmBJXcM_FwoAh7quYCOQRYpAUyDwDTd6wD-o/s1600/DSC00641+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-GNFTrPPaS1jG27WUXR2N8T4Jsx1XhQT86Nz7oRzrdsmOMsY3fF3chyphenhyphenaLPfibiMEYyJ51CHO9VHcnTIUMqOxoZhyphenhyphenG9RoCi61nGUT3h5ZmBJXcM_FwoAh7quYCOQRYpAUyDwDTd6wD-o/s320/DSC00641+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633484847123659890" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoM52bqn0xtgnUl-oUsSiA8Bqstde2YhaMDg3pIBvUyPRYGcxNXGQDu4OnRhYpV8An1Fx53NXizAuSL7g2JQ7tRUVMTi5FtsWGkM5VuVBIl5xcNDUC8OwKZYKO8bdtmoCRMauCxvvr5M/s1600/DSC00640+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoM52bqn0xtgnUl-oUsSiA8Bqstde2YhaMDg3pIBvUyPRYGcxNXGQDu4OnRhYpV8An1Fx53NXizAuSL7g2JQ7tRUVMTi5FtsWGkM5VuVBIl5xcNDUC8OwKZYKO8bdtmoCRMauCxvvr5M/s320/DSC00640+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633484842895212562" /></a><br />When you go to WonderWorks it's required that you get your picture taken in the astronaut suit. <br /><br />Shelly<br />Blast off!SillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-77369776179762249092011-07-25T22:14:00.004-04:002011-07-25T22:36:46.582-04:00There she goes.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pLmDt_y5dhA8TWFANsemHXnTwD2NHO1t-VqTC9DeQ26rlQwI6OJcYr9qhmkSos6oAmWc_qtzlBqhEEZN-74PUBSNYnb5neMzTEFv0bu8wSJIF1eLC4up-9DtUrR7PDVa0h4vxOKlNqI/s1600/DSC00634+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pLmDt_y5dhA8TWFANsemHXnTwD2NHO1t-VqTC9DeQ26rlQwI6OJcYr9qhmkSos6oAmWc_qtzlBqhEEZN-74PUBSNYnb5neMzTEFv0bu8wSJIF1eLC4up-9DtUrR7PDVa0h4vxOKlNqI/s320/DSC00634+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633478928616976994" /></a><br />Both me and Madison have been waiting until she weighed enough to do the rock wall at WonderWorks. Trinity has done it, and bragged about it. Numerous times. And its not that Madison was scared to do it, but the poor thing didn't weigh enough. But now she does.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr94LCpqaLFOrRvAb3-dodHMrTL6Q0Ea-Q_d0E1V8U-fLTxNPNI3y9_jkGWdoPE7XhtUuKcuvc7Gh427Az8wRVknKsaxEjxf4P5W8Qy02VKQNsLiMDXEnFtuBGg8imStiK7ZxlWHztxvE/s1600/DSC00637+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr94LCpqaLFOrRvAb3-dodHMrTL6Q0Ea-Q_d0E1V8U-fLTxNPNI3y9_jkGWdoPE7XhtUuKcuvc7Gh427Az8wRVknKsaxEjxf4P5W8Qy02VKQNsLiMDXEnFtuBGg8imStiK7ZxlWHztxvE/s320/DSC00637+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633480763108224370" /></a><br />And up she went. She went farther than I would have thought. Which makes me think that maybe, at times, its hard to fill Trinity's shoes. There are going to be so many things that Trinity gets to do first, just because she's older and bigger. But that cannot take away from what Madison does for the first time. <br />So I was so very proud of her. I elbowed a tourist out of the way so I could take a picture.<br /><br />Shelly<br />I bet being the middle kid sucksSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-30063179508105357012011-07-23T23:38:00.005-04:002011-07-24T00:05:18.291-04:00RainIt's been very hot lately. So everyone was quite excited when it rained tonight.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifybRBX65-5-lSv4dqucunHTWLkCrLvXMRTG8uX_J2rxEQJvfTjh9JJqZN9TEY1IBH9bh5-kECm1uV0eAoGoPYX5JO-xaXvH-5QlhS6Rb9WKgatPP_mpmcgAEL1JpLfz_vthlATlOYUZE/s1600/DSC00631+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifybRBX65-5-lSv4dqucunHTWLkCrLvXMRTG8uX_J2rxEQJvfTjh9JJqZN9TEY1IBH9bh5-kECm1uV0eAoGoPYX5JO-xaXvH-5QlhS6Rb9WKgatPP_mpmcgAEL1JpLfz_vthlATlOYUZE/s320/DSC00631+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632759256649303298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYfmF0BMdEU6WtaCONJWyTbPpmw_RTjw1SDZX_aQi4U1oeMs8ixULmGGiEoGXvzSobESzsgqL2NFuqrspvjdnUh4v2ZzcQsDJ-DONuKyRtq-HfKZ3aRKaumIJym27zbo5_9BCQO6qPbs/s1600/DSC00632+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYfmF0BMdEU6WtaCONJWyTbPpmw_RTjw1SDZX_aQi4U1oeMs8ixULmGGiEoGXvzSobESzsgqL2NFuqrspvjdnUh4v2ZzcQsDJ-DONuKyRtq-HfKZ3aRKaumIJym27zbo5_9BCQO6qPbs/s320/DSC00632+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632758896762264146" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HAA4ooD83MQhZclqg3dJGoCr_5mk0cszX5r7KgHs1d_eqbl5gm-MEG0swMA5FJtRZsicievJc_LL-LtcFPC4hFwtSVJYJvcudTaE3iftgYs-deT_mrOTeGR4qGqv9bvKT7z-nMePz-A/s1600/DSC00633+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HAA4ooD83MQhZclqg3dJGoCr_5mk0cszX5r7KgHs1d_eqbl5gm-MEG0swMA5FJtRZsicievJc_LL-LtcFPC4hFwtSVJYJvcudTaE3iftgYs-deT_mrOTeGR4qGqv9bvKT7z-nMePz-A/s320/DSC00633+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632758672082379970" /></a><br />We ran outside. I was dared to run out in the yard. And I did. The Smith girls don't much mind the rain. <br /><br />Shelly<br />Gettin' wetSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-4956156811439955302011-07-21T23:09:00.005-04:002011-07-22T00:22:30.701-04:00GIVE ME A SECOND...I work very hard, every day of my life. I put in the required eight hours a day, and then some. I make sure we have fresh milk and clean clothes. The bills are paid and the grass is mowed. But sometimes I get tired of taking care of everything. I want to be able to play too. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfgcrm5WLvJDvEzW32wqmwpQh8n5Zwiv45GVIytW552MWCk-cqmoQelQBYBCovz57QILsaOEwYX7qWAVX4eHfPYMC33vmSjhC96eqOt8l3hgBqFsn8y6uoy9RogQ0iYijRIVb4Buazzk/s1600/DSC00615+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfgcrm5WLvJDvEzW32wqmwpQh8n5Zwiv45GVIytW552MWCk-cqmoQelQBYBCovz57QILsaOEwYX7qWAVX4eHfPYMC33vmSjhC96eqOt8l3hgBqFsn8y6uoy9RogQ0iYijRIVb4Buazzk/s320/DSC00615+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632009459993459602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-NOl-wOBmBIwReFWpSvSphS6Fcywo_O3si0RFxEk5dQUP5-eA_z23nogWC3S7Tpucwykyh6wwyJkZLOO7Yj2LyNY16cVJvndErxw3nDc0wfbhPYQd9uf6zwpdkQMqAuBqj6HbA7NONc/s1600/DSC00597+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-NOl-wOBmBIwReFWpSvSphS6Fcywo_O3si0RFxEk5dQUP5-eA_z23nogWC3S7Tpucwykyh6wwyJkZLOO7Yj2LyNY16cVJvndErxw3nDc0wfbhPYQd9uf6zwpdkQMqAuBqj6HbA7NONc/s320/DSC00597+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632009230713279698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-3Lm6DpYVA0MCk4_iAYbaRcW_ILhV6NXmuAiHxhpAGVfgOnO8tqrTHGhDKj8xSnQ6AJffh1uey2pl5N7IgAad6-_PtiT1BiOxVLD72J0Zx77QtfrgLnGkR__sbrjC_tcskk3XgpiMKk/s1600/DSC00614+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-3Lm6DpYVA0MCk4_iAYbaRcW_ILhV6NXmuAiHxhpAGVfgOnO8tqrTHGhDKj8xSnQ6AJffh1uey2pl5N7IgAad6-_PtiT1BiOxVLD72J0Zx77QtfrgLnGkR__sbrjC_tcskk3XgpiMKk/s320/DSC00614+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632009025413438482" /></a><br /><br />I miss my children every day. I miss them all day long. I know I can't be with them every second of the day, but I want to be with them sometimes, and always. I want to be a kid with my kids.<br /><br />Shelly<br />Wants to playSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-59729960494092893132011-07-17T21:15:00.003-04:002011-07-17T21:57:26.369-04:00BODY IMAGE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7naD6aGMmv_mU3sLKkB1SAjtJoFEsFO878A1Q287s_zzhNcm70z3NU2BlmurvABR8ofkL5MBuLL9BXDRyoraJbdg-OFJ8Hp0O7cyppFP5s18WLLb5Lf0qxTnkBIyHjVO4NdlHrVmSxI/s1600/DSC00578+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7naD6aGMmv_mU3sLKkB1SAjtJoFEsFO878A1Q287s_zzhNcm70z3NU2BlmurvABR8ofkL5MBuLL9BXDRyoraJbdg-OFJ8Hp0O7cyppFP5s18WLLb5Lf0qxTnkBIyHjVO4NdlHrVmSxI/s320/DSC00578+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630495026967356370" /></a><br />I don't much like having my picture taken. I never have. I know I'm a pretty gal (in my own mind) but I don't photogragh well. I never have. And that's okay. It's always been okay. I don't mind being in the background. But nowadays, everyone plus everyone has a camera handy with their phones, so I find myself shying away from the lense more and more.<br />I'm a 38 year old woman, who has given birth to three children. I realize I'm not a size 6 anymore, and never will be. I'm struggling to fit into a size 8. To many that would be a blessing, but from a girl that was a size 4 until the age of 29, I'm having a hard time. To top it off, I love to eat. I'm known to eat anything, and everything, at anytime. I have never dieted in my life, and I don't know if I would even know how. I don't like to be told what I can, or cannot do, so I'll be damned if I'm not allowed to eat a Tombstone pizza at 10:00 at night while I'm watching my DVR'd episode of Big Brother.<br />What it comes down to it, lately I feel fat, I can't fit into any of my previous clothes, and I love mac n' cheese. Oh, and don't take my picture.<br /><br />Shelly<br />What's for lunch?SillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-65532822693312298282011-07-14T22:58:00.005-04:002011-07-14T23:32:16.140-04:00SLEEPING BABIES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zptTNF-oPaYQleyrLZYr1OWuN8YiO9nhMkSkyomxh0LN6DbyDNSpjqdwp2TLR-GnjHIkZEeQYpW7HLftWcGiNKqMlmuo3So94gA8lW7JGKa9ZcpQ-d51GZUTNODtFDrZqEIQoyGo8AA/s1600/DSC00541+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zptTNF-oPaYQleyrLZYr1OWuN8YiO9nhMkSkyomxh0LN6DbyDNSpjqdwp2TLR-GnjHIkZEeQYpW7HLftWcGiNKqMlmuo3So94gA8lW7JGKa9ZcpQ-d51GZUTNODtFDrZqEIQoyGo8AA/s320/DSC00541+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629409226065706994" /></a><br />For whatever reason Trinity likes to sleep on the couch. I don't get it, and I don't fight it. She has slept in my bed since she was born, so this transition has been hard on the both of us. I miss her. She's an awesome co-sleeper.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_uzQjFFFmJgsR4dp4yrpjYTlMHDy4owmG1FBcVkeDK-uHPuPhn2lfd1OMtFajKhd4lmN4HpmvLQViY9_huB0jV6Sx4n0ZAGaFgmMErgeiZHk9GhPvrAUJ-F8X-x01YqXITcpxKo9upEo/s1600/DSC00570+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_uzQjFFFmJgsR4dp4yrpjYTlMHDy4owmG1FBcVkeDK-uHPuPhn2lfd1OMtFajKhd4lmN4HpmvLQViY9_huB0jV6Sx4n0ZAGaFgmMErgeiZHk9GhPvrAUJ-F8X-x01YqXITcpxKo9upEo/s320/DSC00570+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629411470543228546" /></a><br />Now that Lexi has learned to roll over, she has also learned the comfort of sleeping on her belly. Let's just say that she sleeps even MORE like a baby now.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KyGv7dCYKV5VH3MVZApgti0l4BQfsTFJlsL7QXzuaYSb0NoD62y_KQOzAtZ-IUgOMqMzaQ5sYCmX8uFnAeQirvoed3gunFdbirR5-iC6yJDPklr8tz19f7vYXWwAZQC7WIOwgqOoUtI/s1600/DSC00572+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KyGv7dCYKV5VH3MVZApgti0l4BQfsTFJlsL7QXzuaYSb0NoD62y_KQOzAtZ-IUgOMqMzaQ5sYCmX8uFnAeQirvoed3gunFdbirR5-iC6yJDPklr8tz19f7vYXWwAZQC7WIOwgqOoUtI/s320/DSC00572+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629412647970120338" /></a><br />Madison asked if she could lay down in my bed, and of course I said yes. As a result I had a dead-to-the-world six year old spread eagle on my bed. I giggled to myself every time I peeked in on her. And then shoved her over when it was time for bed.<br /><br />When it comes down to it, I don't care where my girls sleep. On a couch, in a bed, or snuggled close to me. As long as they are safe and within arms reach, I wish them all pleasent dreams.<br /><br /><br />Shelly<br />Don't let the bed bugs biteSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-67668351187687751592011-07-13T21:00:00.008-04:002011-07-13T22:47:45.742-04:00THIRD TIME'S A CHARM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2rNbpISk0bRHCqTJ91FY8zPkKJ_DPl6SrBlYLjlT69CqiZtf1TruNoByJdjeJuQWOXn0i12hFI6UNcyUI6LULHTOXCwsgvx9ayehm3Fq8F7W5LeloUfWKaWn8UdZqW0NlN3BWBDZ8Vk/s1600/DSC00557+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2rNbpISk0bRHCqTJ91FY8zPkKJ_DPl6SrBlYLjlT69CqiZtf1TruNoByJdjeJuQWOXn0i12hFI6UNcyUI6LULHTOXCwsgvx9ayehm3Fq8F7W5LeloUfWKaWn8UdZqW0NlN3BWBDZ8Vk/s320/DSC00557+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629023379498615858" /></a><br /><br />The other day I was bragging to my Mom how Lexi is such a good baby, and her response was that it's because she was born in a totally different scenerio. Which got me thinking that maybe she's absolutely right. Although I feel mother nature has a play in all things, I also feel enviroment also plays a gigantic part. And having this baby has been the complete opposite of the other two.<br /><br />1.) <em><strong>I'm not married this time</strong>.</em> Although I have the support of Lexi's dad, we are not married and may never be. And I'm okay with that. I think sometimes that the only reason I would get married again is to be able to have the Father/Daughter dance (to Brown Eyed girl) at the reception. I didn't have that the first time, and I've always wanted it. I think in alot of respects, I was denied a lot of things in my first marriage, and I don't want to repeat that. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9WIO1oBCLhA2quPqjILeiTLH-FQr06pRZqmifldi7NBfUYnKpaHjhl2QOH1HFNVj8Xw3EZ72Lf4p983Q5ZzpVvUUaz6yw0tzUC-W9XaWt704hxvjaOBOyJJe5bzJfNtM5Hki8ssqwQY/s1600/DSC00553+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9WIO1oBCLhA2quPqjILeiTLH-FQr06pRZqmifldi7NBfUYnKpaHjhl2QOH1HFNVj8Xw3EZ72Lf4p983Q5ZzpVvUUaz6yw0tzUC-W9XaWt704hxvjaOBOyJJe5bzJfNtM5Hki8ssqwQY/s320/DSC00553+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629023777056990882" /></a><br /><br />2.) <em><strong>I now work full time</strong></em>. With the other girls, I was a stay-at-home mom. For three years. And although it broke my heart to be forced to put them in daycare, it saved my sanity. I love my children more than life itself. I'm an awesome mom and spoil them rotten, definately more than I should. However... if I had to be around them 24/7, I would go insane.* My job gives me purpose. It gives me something to be proud of. It gives me a place to shine. I already know I'm a great mom. I want to be even more. I want to show my girls what THEY can accomplish in life. So yes, I miss out on field trips and lazy days, but in the end, they will be even better by the example I give.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIWCXp-b-uVXpHUy3SsRD_TXlVue0ELELTGdxQvB8ZlkD85Q-h-ClKB-GZpXsF_kZK7Kno_xtumkJigACjHMhkiEM3ikyFHkCbH65HCJezTVMItZi9cF5wOrr4O0vJIGIhPRXv-nlTjU/s1600/DSC00566+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIWCXp-b-uVXpHUy3SsRD_TXlVue0ELELTGdxQvB8ZlkD85Q-h-ClKB-GZpXsF_kZK7Kno_xtumkJigACjHMhkiEM3ikyFHkCbH65HCJezTVMItZi9cF5wOrr4O0vJIGIhPRXv-nlTjU/s320/DSC00566+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629024231600237122" /></a><br />3.) <em><strong>I have support</strong></em>. This time around I had friends and family that were there every step of the way. After the initial shock of me being pregnant wore off, everyone rallied around me, in one big comforting circle. I didn't have that with Trinity and Madison. My family was so far away and not as close as we are today, and my few friends drifted away. My mother-in-law, at the time, was against Madison even being born. So I was very much alone. Now, I have a list of people who would be there in a heart beat for me and the girls. In any way, shape, or form. And although I like to think I can do it all on my own, I know I can't. Knowing I have an inner circle that watches out for all of us, gives me the power and freedom to be the woman I always wanted to be.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNimAvG-zIqPvKDG7br8PjnEuFlB60GoExTYA6UuldjjR84OZYFirUmpoVPlBfX_EFd56D6bMmvRFGded0XImv4JJdicTUq0-06afzPPKcoD0KKNlD6uGpnELzCJtdb6xPaxMQkyAZSY/s1600/DSC00379+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNimAvG-zIqPvKDG7br8PjnEuFlB60GoExTYA6UuldjjR84OZYFirUmpoVPlBfX_EFd56D6bMmvRFGded0XImv4JJdicTUq0-06afzPPKcoD0KKNlD6uGpnELzCJtdb6xPaxMQkyAZSY/s320/DSC00379+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629032496177804626" /></a><br /><br />When it comes down to it, I don't know why Lexi is such a good baby. I don't know why I have such a blessed life now compared to before. But I'm not going to ask questions. I'm gonna take what life has given me and run with it.<br /><br />Shelly<br />Ya'll better watch out<br /><br /><br />*Total props to Krystal at Little Lambs, and the Boys and Girls Club that take such good care of my girlsSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-86204416723834364552011-07-11T21:41:00.002-04:002011-07-11T21:50:24.108-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!To honor Grandma on her birthday, each girl made their own sign...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCskGSAzJ2qi1Rf4rx4r34WZCfF9qQl1utk5xgCH6tfk0_qV53qNEav8UHUa7HoW17pqPn8zZ7NPUncUs67e6B_BkIMONkBRkvkYn16HwSQ0mFILIB-f17Cktr2kyFWr9NXZ_Vv82cls/s1600/DSC00551+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCskGSAzJ2qi1Rf4rx4r34WZCfF9qQl1utk5xgCH6tfk0_qV53qNEav8UHUa7HoW17pqPn8zZ7NPUncUs67e6B_BkIMONkBRkvkYn16HwSQ0mFILIB-f17Cktr2kyFWr9NXZ_Vv82cls/s320/DSC00551+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628275373595270018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTo7jaaikTGey0LwhT5VY_oiwT9mxbwKvzsJ5JsmlaKsQlar29UekxbsjLN3Fpd8ONmja1o-C8CwoOHW0jcYcprQv22ROQhjc3EOaLV3TFnvn_XrMIaQe71drwr9SWKgwUjM1DuAi3JM/s1600/DSC00556+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTo7jaaikTGey0LwhT5VY_oiwT9mxbwKvzsJ5JsmlaKsQlar29UekxbsjLN3Fpd8ONmja1o-C8CwoOHW0jcYcprQv22ROQhjc3EOaLV3TFnvn_XrMIaQe71drwr9SWKgwUjM1DuAi3JM/s320/DSC00556+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628275366555897138" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vBx5oj0cDdGBsr3Yjp5UUtGeKhyphenhyphenZndIm0YANd_bZrMO9k5Xey0czMBXJgFpk2_y7q8rp7wFiXHhIPB29RSy_b3yXv6uxApFKGW9I5R4ICHGvUJiTE8CYSM3yNmsrOuwoTzGMtlwCe6I/s1600/DSC00555+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vBx5oj0cDdGBsr3Yjp5UUtGeKhyphenhyphenZndIm0YANd_bZrMO9k5Xey0czMBXJgFpk2_y7q8rp7wFiXHhIPB29RSy_b3yXv6uxApFKGW9I5R4ICHGvUJiTE8CYSM3yNmsrOuwoTzGMtlwCe6I/s320/DSC00555+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628275364216428530" /></a><br /><br />We all hope you have a wonderful birthday! We send all our love and tons of hugs and kisses!<br /><br />Love,<br />All your Tennessee GalsSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-4781251104792969662011-07-02T00:31:00.001-04:002011-07-02T01:11:09.201-04:00LOVE IT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCv7r4NnSotB-6PnW19Y0Bk5DWePMHCvGm2zOXZHaJurEFpFcHlaHPKuwQWB15Bl3uBA2KmpBW7_gPFaoLc86ae5VjeAgnfoUIRLFjUUjj7a2L2vUMqQ91vBWneB9FADSLH4QwWiT1dg/s1600/DSC00512+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCv7r4NnSotB-6PnW19Y0Bk5DWePMHCvGm2zOXZHaJurEFpFcHlaHPKuwQWB15Bl3uBA2KmpBW7_gPFaoLc86ae5VjeAgnfoUIRLFjUUjj7a2L2vUMqQ91vBWneB9FADSLH4QwWiT1dg/s320/DSC00512+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624608197718291922" /></a><br />I had to cut and edit this picture to get what I wanted. Trinity threw that ball with perfect form. I love the sunglasses and glove, and I love how tall she looks, with her pretty legs and blonde hair.<br /><br />Shelly<br />TOUCH DOWN!! SCORE!SillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-32607535912181088212011-07-01T22:53:00.007-04:002011-07-02T00:23:31.045-04:00MY GIRLS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaL1dCmU3lUCiLMc1-uu-R7VwlSzUzYqIus7ehFQHHl7uJWU5diLe0d7wrjmUha4fE9RhGDzRzWOgq27xa9xZm68BnSxp_kBQJw74VF7jM-B5PbeStc5i_vqPati_oH2gIMHtszsdHxQ4/s1600/DSC00522+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaL1dCmU3lUCiLMc1-uu-R7VwlSzUzYqIus7ehFQHHl7uJWU5diLe0d7wrjmUha4fE9RhGDzRzWOgq27xa9xZm68BnSxp_kBQJw74VF7jM-B5PbeStc5i_vqPati_oH2gIMHtszsdHxQ4/s320/DSC00522+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624583477736401154" /></a><br />Here is Lexi, my most wonderful baby. She greets me with a pretty smile every morning, no matter what. She was an unexpected, but much needed addition to my life. I can't imagine what I did without her.<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKukHzzd0dFYB1xSDCrvYBhXlitNAR_wx67UALuFv1D6lDukCB6uGvHj2r6qTwyg6TNfgiJuIBp6vNMrS_ohZYsaofBOQZcadF0CeBzwvv-76hA773AX6kpaSx_GsRZJRaAeUpYCiFFsw/s1600/DSC00505+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKukHzzd0dFYB1xSDCrvYBhXlitNAR_wx67UALuFv1D6lDukCB6uGvHj2r6qTwyg6TNfgiJuIBp6vNMrS_ohZYsaofBOQZcadF0CeBzwvv-76hA773AX6kpaSx_GsRZJRaAeUpYCiFFsw/s320/DSC00505+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624583245280578658" /></a><br />This is Trinity, my oldest. She's the athlete and scholar all wrapped in one dimpled package. She excels at everything. And she looks like me, which is an added bonus.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJH97AzlKYJWBv_1u5Yg51WNhcQSfpJ-pHFxKb2ywnOAXueZ6LGwpxTzI8whLsOUbCdlB0-IpPTDKBFUutRklgHmqSpfQqWiW2Aur2eKgKhWdLiWT3hUJpVvPWrOUp5nwmqkSv5LMAXWk/s1600/DSC00519+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJH97AzlKYJWBv_1u5Yg51WNhcQSfpJ-pHFxKb2ywnOAXueZ6LGwpxTzI8whLsOUbCdlB0-IpPTDKBFUutRklgHmqSpfQqWiW2Aur2eKgKhWdLiWT3hUJpVvPWrOUp5nwmqkSv5LMAXWk/s320/DSC00519+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624582970374800002" /></a><br />Madison is my little dreamer. She sees the sparkle in everything and anything, big or small. She adds the glitter to life that we all need. She'll be famous some day.<br /><br />There were times when it was thought I would never have children. But here I stand with three beautiful girls. Each one is as diferent as the next, but they are more alike then they would like to admit. What I love is that each one has a little bit of the best of me in her. <br /><br /><br />Shelly<br />We will conquer the worldSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-86871337095228191532011-06-18T20:36:00.002-04:002011-06-18T22:54:26.615-04:00HAPPY FATHERS DAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17CDpDOTAVsMzshHWbUZZoBlsFZf0D5drVMC-Sbir-QJLONBXWpeAqi4jE1SuebUbFs322eIk9nds32DpiKGswqWAXa2ZXtdvO1Wx502aj6-0LNH0dHJxfd8XustD8k3ojX9vlRHBhVU/s1600/Dad"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17CDpDOTAVsMzshHWbUZZoBlsFZf0D5drVMC-Sbir-QJLONBXWpeAqi4jE1SuebUbFs322eIk9nds32DpiKGswqWAXa2ZXtdvO1Wx502aj6-0LNH0dHJxfd8XustD8k3ojX9vlRHBhVU/s320/Dad" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619723277831500578" /></a><br /> <br />To my dad...<br />Even though I'm quite grown, you still take care of me. You provided a beautiful home for me to raise my children in. You remind me to change the oil in my car. You talk with me about the lack of strategy on Survivor. You make fun of Mom with me. All these things, plus more, big and small, make me the woman I am today. And for that, I thank you. I can only hope and pray that my girls have such a Dad. And if not, they can always look up to you.<br /><br />Love,<br />Shelly<br /><br />Happy Fathers DaySillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-76915037009377207852011-06-12T17:24:00.002-04:002011-06-12T17:28:52.459-04:00WATER BALLOONS, ANYONE??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTxASt0jAu0KzPa7AslFquRsBJjdyjFrCeVgsTENwC9hi87kfGtlhi2ta2MS3UTM5ZuZlQkpRm57paS5She-q3fkg94uN0OSv5gNDmgixJPalcl0Vw5N9iJyvvwWb-1Bf6ybifDdATQw/s1600/DSC00474+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTxASt0jAu0KzPa7AslFquRsBJjdyjFrCeVgsTENwC9hi87kfGtlhi2ta2MS3UTM5ZuZlQkpRm57paS5She-q3fkg94uN0OSv5gNDmgixJPalcl0Vw5N9iJyvvwWb-1Bf6ybifDdATQw/s320/DSC00474+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617447481228525042" /></a><br />A couple weeks ago it was hot outside, and Trinity was bored, and I had to pull something outta my sleeve. And nothing works better than water balloons. I wish we had video of the ensuing battle because it was quite funny, if not refreshing. <br /><br />Shelly<br />You can run, but you can't hideSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-14324971192969979962011-06-05T17:26:00.002-04:002011-06-05T17:37:39.549-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiie7WF7kpMpqtnlykTwbYxPknHOsamu-p_WJA-w14myDF-zWFgP4p4e6Gd8kfj85ZhUMBZ09GUEfZjess8nslH1WgzDvJrWQVdsEcueN8jr1GCtC_JKJXne1-2iTVzOobZuheTo-b0BNQ/s1600/DSC00492+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiie7WF7kpMpqtnlykTwbYxPknHOsamu-p_WJA-w14myDF-zWFgP4p4e6Gd8kfj85ZhUMBZ09GUEfZjess8nslH1WgzDvJrWQVdsEcueN8jr1GCtC_JKJXne1-2iTVzOobZuheTo-b0BNQ/s320/DSC00492+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614850461938211570" /></a><br />I will totally admit that I forgot that today was Dad's birthday. I had no clue. In fact my calendar still boasts the month of May. And nobody REMINDED me! Not my mother, married to the birthday boy. Nor my sister who managed to mail off not one, but TWO cards! Shame on all of you!!! :)<br />Despite the fact that I totally dropped the ball, I wish my Dad the very best of birthdays!! We wish you were here with all of us! We love you more than you can imagine!<br /><br />Shelly<br />Love you, DadSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-88327866308756650222011-05-27T23:19:00.002-04:002011-05-27T23:29:18.291-04:00REDNECK GHETTO SCIENCE PROJECT II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99r_IGpiXM8rxYar4TgQkwpRGfn4dbmswSOjb7uxiyns5gjRssC1HiybP407D7Cyttl86MVXAgtTh8r_YRV1One-zMxKFQT95p1b6A7uVi-hAuwkHmkBn1AujJ5gYPUwSPo9KgiO-syo/s1600/DSC00470+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99r_IGpiXM8rxYar4TgQkwpRGfn4dbmswSOjb7uxiyns5gjRssC1HiybP407D7Cyttl86MVXAgtTh8r_YRV1One-zMxKFQT95p1b6A7uVi-hAuwkHmkBn1AujJ5gYPUwSPo9KgiO-syo/s320/DSC00470+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611601592476812210" /></a><br />So the whole food coloring in the water thing actually worked!! We created blue, red (pink), green, and yellow. For some reason purple didn't work, but regardless, we were very delighted with the results. I can about guarantee the girls will be feeding any and all plants food coloring from now on.<br /><br />Shelly<br />Will be turning the Polk Salad plant orangeSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-73107069367666649562011-05-27T23:08:00.002-04:002011-05-27T23:18:32.122-04:00MOMMY'S LITTLE HELPER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_oy8s_93CWzg6rpv4sO3y-cABwxfMMq3TahzcaON1vaxnFHE0mpA_5H7uWt-8l3XvX3Vpj1g4iCwMzt0VndzTU8nFr4pY1J3kSdmA5hp7neiBlhdnvwZ_qX8hMIVAOcarHdTPf86FpY/s1600/DSC00473+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_oy8s_93CWzg6rpv4sO3y-cABwxfMMq3TahzcaON1vaxnFHE0mpA_5H7uWt-8l3XvX3Vpj1g4iCwMzt0VndzTU8nFr4pY1J3kSdmA5hp7neiBlhdnvwZ_qX8hMIVAOcarHdTPf86FpY/s320/DSC00473+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611598773481280130" /></a><br />Trinity loooooves to help with the baby. Any time I ask for any sort of help, she jumps right in. Tonight I asked if she would like to help give Lexi a bath and before I knew it, iCarly was shut off and she was standing at the sink, waiting. She did all the work, while I supervised, and she did an awesome job. She even put the jammies on after. It was the sweetest thing ever.<br /><br /><br />Shelly<br />Lovin' every secondSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-34491247239834713212011-05-17T20:22:00.002-04:002011-05-17T20:27:48.122-04:00REDNECK GHETTO SCIENCE PROJECT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWis2JVCn9pb1wOGaxoYiYhmZieiccwc87jMM6DbvWM4a20oNQWXRzcfE7VXP5IKc81tb_bl3RH41uIfFoNxPDbQZvyLtK5ugzNg2uKq8rK45PUgTv_depd97XG_5KdxMMbF8TN6M97Vg/s1600/DSC00465+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWis2JVCn9pb1wOGaxoYiYhmZieiccwc87jMM6DbvWM4a20oNQWXRzcfE7VXP5IKc81tb_bl3RH41uIfFoNxPDbQZvyLtK5ugzNg2uKq8rK45PUgTv_depd97XG_5KdxMMbF8TN6M97Vg/s320/DSC00465+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607844988898299426" /></a><br />My boss/friend Theresa sent me home with leftover wedding flowers with explicit instructions to put them in colored water (for the girls amusement, of course). She claims that the flowers will drink the colored water and "turn" into that particular color. So we gave it a shot. We'll let you know how it turns out.<br /><br />Shelly<br />Is grateful her children are easily amusedSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-69528933897869673722011-05-17T20:19:00.000-04:002011-05-17T20:21:36.818-04:00SOMEONE FOUND THEIR THUMB....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuxvICXZSzJQEJhK8rZiPvXzYjuwtDSM76ldNEg9ERz9pkKrb1GrN78t8FyDjPAI2N3G17ijyf2PNypzG1_QmIYE1u0bN6g8yb-S3npM8wAWhN3ITCbr9hM__KH6Nv370wCkXeE8dg3c/s1600/DSC00462+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuxvICXZSzJQEJhK8rZiPvXzYjuwtDSM76ldNEg9ERz9pkKrb1GrN78t8FyDjPAI2N3G17ijyf2PNypzG1_QmIYE1u0bN6g8yb-S3npM8wAWhN3ITCbr9hM__KH6Nv370wCkXeE8dg3c/s320/DSC00462+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607844398268616866" /></a><br /><br />Shelly<br />Can't wait for her to find her toesSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790540844940679626.post-4061711128731945302011-05-14T23:55:00.002-04:002011-05-14T23:59:50.481-04:00CHEER CAMP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-6wkAVwfSZj-mEfNUwup9Fc-TJ9I9A0mzfI_TCVgAJAVZ3d1XsB4NotqrAbGOSVxQN4iYFBcu1R0zhEY1o_mgUm8Q-CoFVv2_ZTYOBaOQT6R0nsznzjVk4sObPhd_dcCe6oqU1R-Unw/s1600/DSC00449+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-6wkAVwfSZj-mEfNUwup9Fc-TJ9I9A0mzfI_TCVgAJAVZ3d1XsB4NotqrAbGOSVxQN4iYFBcu1R0zhEY1o_mgUm8Q-CoFVv2_ZTYOBaOQT6R0nsznzjVk4sObPhd_dcCe6oqU1R-Unw/s320/DSC00449+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606786794812744258" /></a><br /><br />Shelly<br />Trinity conqueredSillyShellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081760782434307794noreply@blogger.com0