<?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-1927514754778125777</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:17:55.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigert Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3238865276204040733</id><published>2012-01-24T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:55:26.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't where the time has gone. &amp;nbsp;We enjoyed our Christmas season as a family. &amp;nbsp;Here are just a few highlights of what we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. We made salt dough ornaments with our friends. &amp;nbsp;As you can see we really made a mess, but it was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtMMcdnX_08/Tx8mUw2lo7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/HH74sRWKCzc/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtMMcdnX_08/Tx8mUw2lo7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/HH74sRWKCzc/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;We attended our church's Christmas Brunch. &amp;nbsp;There was lots of food, singing and dancing. &amp;nbsp;As well as cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmAwWMsW1vU/Tx8mhxzkoYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jtMFQRZwqI0/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmAwWMsW1vU/Tx8mhxzkoYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jtMFQRZwqI0/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;We enjoyed time with our families. &amp;nbsp;What is better than a hug from your cousin? &amp;nbsp;I really love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwDH9ruReyg/Tx8m6pmiGrI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZozoyvnBCAA/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwDH9ruReyg/Tx8m6pmiGrI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZozoyvnBCAA/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Christmas Eve the kids wore matching snowman jammies and then it was off to bed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DC9V8-AjTaE/Tx8nF-yGO2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/zm5CvciMXBk/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DC9V8-AjTaE/Tx8nF-yGO2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/zm5CvciMXBk/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0HQBwWk-ig/Tx8nQFiaN3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/cKLUuwPvBaQ/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0HQBwWk-ig/Tx8nQFiaN3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/cKLUuwPvBaQ/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;5. &amp;nbsp;Our kiddos were spoiled with so many new fun things to play with and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UxsI9uLIJc/Tx8nWC_7nEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/H_-JEopU4o0/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UxsI9uLIJc/Tx8nWC_7nEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/H_-JEopU4o0/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;6. &amp;nbsp;There was lots of baking that went on as well. &amp;nbsp;As you can see, Rowan prefers to taste test as we go along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiQhfcvteSo/Tx8ng_3Y0DI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OaWiF23NhWg/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiQhfcvteSo/Tx8ng_3Y0DI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OaWiF23NhWg/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWheIN49GcA/Tx8nmxw6KiI/AAAAAAAAAws/GK2tSAS9VbI/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWheIN49GcA/Tx8nmxw6KiI/AAAAAAAAAws/GK2tSAS9VbI/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3238865276204040733?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3238865276204040733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3238865276204040733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3238865276204040733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3238865276204040733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtMMcdnX_08/Tx8mUw2lo7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/HH74sRWKCzc/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-722645942851705028</id><published>2011-11-01T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:22:32.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;From our little pirate and owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6F0z51_A63o/Tq_kZpTNHRI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iltD2FEhnYQ/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6F0z51_A63o/Tq_kZpTNHRI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iltD2FEhnYQ/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-722645942851705028?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/722645942851705028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=722645942851705028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/722645942851705028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/722645942851705028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/-6F0z51_A63o/Tq_kZpTNHRI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iltD2FEhnYQ/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3371482452150589111</id><published>2011-09-29T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:24:55.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My book worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rowan has a love for books. &amp;nbsp;She can often be found looking through books and "reading." &amp;nbsp;I love this. &amp;nbsp;She looks so cute when she does this. &amp;nbsp;In fact at her 18 month check-up, she "read" while we waited for the doctor to come in to see us. &amp;nbsp;Here are are few pics of her doing what she loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wun-9bfv_gw/ToTvq3CQTOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DxLAVioKRC8/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wun-9bfv_gw/ToTvq3CQTOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DxLAVioKRC8/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bolpNxfr6cE/ToTvzWv7MpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Tr-mTefjTsU/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bolpNxfr6cE/ToTvzWv7MpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Tr-mTefjTsU/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPILgWb_v68/ToTv5hEb2eI/AAAAAAAAAvk/m0gW6RphLuk/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPILgWb_v68/ToTv5hEb2eI/AAAAAAAAAvk/m0gW6RphLuk/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how the book is almost as big as she is.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOY770btrnw/ToTv8ZSuesI/AAAAAAAAAvo/eSbiDdATWCg/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOY770btrnw/ToTv8ZSuesI/AAAAAAAAAvo/eSbiDdATWCg/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And this is what happens when you have to take a book away to repair that a sweet 18 month old has ripped. &amp;nbsp;No worries, she was easily consoled once the book was back in her hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3371482452150589111?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3371482452150589111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3371482452150589111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3371482452150589111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3371482452150589111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-book-worm.html' title='My book worm'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/-wun-9bfv_gw/ToTvq3CQTOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DxLAVioKRC8/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3558177671670020957</id><published>2011-09-22T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:11:30.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The kids and I often call Daddy at work and ask if we can come have lunch with him. &amp;nbsp;They love getting to see him during the day, and he enjoys the break. &amp;nbsp;We run by and pick him up with our lunches and head over to our&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://watermark.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;, which happens to be about 2 minutes away. &amp;nbsp;It has a great pond, and porch to sit on and eat lunch. &amp;nbsp;We headed up there earlier this week, since the weather was so great. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c1BzEMAGHWs/Tnujr2solwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vrLH41NbMrc/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c1BzEMAGHWs/Tnujr2solwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vrLH41NbMrc/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8veDL9A_Jc/TnujtjMK8gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dZYRdULwRI0/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8veDL9A_Jc/TnujtjMK8gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dZYRdULwRI0/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_-u027oSeg/Tnujy-SjObI/AAAAAAAAAu4/51NL4c7mxQ4/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_-u027oSeg/Tnujy-SjObI/AAAAAAAAAu4/51NL4c7mxQ4/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apgHKqvxU-4/Tnuj3IHuAGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/UEzA1cgdRBE/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apgHKqvxU-4/Tnuj3IHuAGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/UEzA1cgdRBE/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VL22fAdbvMY/Tnuj6X5yWfI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MaRBmzhsUWE/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VL22fAdbvMY/Tnuj6X5yWfI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MaRBmzhsUWE/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rowan has just started saying cheese, whenever she sees the camera. &amp;nbsp;I love that her hair is long enough to put in pig tails. &amp;nbsp;I think she looks so stinkin' cute. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Daddy for a break in our day and a nice lunch outside. &amp;nbsp;We will be very sad when your office moves, but hopefully we can find another great park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3558177671670020957?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3558177671670020957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3558177671670020957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3558177671670020957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3558177671670020957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/09/lunch-with-daddy.html' title='Lunch with Daddy'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c1BzEMAGHWs/Tnujr2solwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vrLH41NbMrc/s72-c/DSC_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3179834925066463423</id><published>2011-08-17T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:16:53.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busted Lip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few weeks ago, Stone was standing on Doug's stomach and jumping off. &amp;nbsp;Well, at one point, he slipped off and hit his mouth on the couch. &amp;nbsp;Makes me shudder just thinking about it... I immediately scooped him up and looked at his mouth. &amp;nbsp;There wasn't much blood, but I could instantly tell that his front tooth had been knocked back a little bit. &amp;nbsp;I called the after hours nurse at our pediatrician, and she said just to give him some&amp;nbsp;ibuprofen, lots of popsicles, and smoothies. &amp;nbsp;What kid doesn't love that treatment?? &amp;nbsp;Well, he went to bed with his mouth looking just fine, and at 1:00 AM when he woke up hurting, his top lip was HUGE!! &amp;nbsp;So we gave him some more medicine and a popsicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Over the next several days, when he would get upset, he would tell us that a popsicle would make him feel better...working the system, YES definitely. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These pictures don't really do it justice. &amp;nbsp;It took a few days, the swelling went down, and he was back to normal. His tooth surprisingly has already started to move back into place. &amp;nbsp;It was definitely scary when it first happened. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGbWvuCG5gk/TkyC4e9vfII/AAAAAAAAAuo/g0tSN1AUthM/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGbWvuCG5gk/TkyC4e9vfII/AAAAAAAAAuo/g0tSN1AUthM/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNCeVd7Hgf4/TkyC7eMJb5I/AAAAAAAAAus/8yfJJ-mZBCo/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNCeVd7Hgf4/TkyC7eMJb5I/AAAAAAAAAus/8yfJJ-mZBCo/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3179834925066463423?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3179834925066463423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3179834925066463423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3179834925066463423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3179834925066463423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/08/busted-lip.html' title='A Busted Lip'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGbWvuCG5gk/TkyC4e9vfII/AAAAAAAAAuo/g0tSN1AUthM/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1118154717493995904</id><published>2011-08-12T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:47:07.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Tails</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Look at sweet Rowan's new hair style. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely love that her hair is long enough to put in pig tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBPKFzv3GTw/TkWRGT9YaPI/AAAAAAAAAug/dqv2vxebHZI/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBPKFzv3GTw/TkWRGT9YaPI/AAAAAAAAAug/dqv2vxebHZI/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7p7yWvhjbyI/TkWRIOLM8mI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZL_yLDOiLIw/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7p7yWvhjbyI/TkWRIOLM8mI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZL_yLDOiLIw/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1118154717493995904?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1118154717493995904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1118154717493995904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1118154717493995904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1118154717493995904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/08/pig-tails.html' title='Pig Tails'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/-XBPKFzv3GTw/TkWRGT9YaPI/AAAAAAAAAug/dqv2vxebHZI/s72-c/DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2524398751011839326</id><published>2011-07-14T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:03:35.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Biloxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A couple weeks ago we headed to Biloxi, MS with Doug's family. &amp;nbsp;We spent a week there, just relaxing and enjoying the beach. &amp;nbsp;We were so blessed to stay in a 3 bedroom condo, so there was plenty of room for all of us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEMBqNDr8rQ/Th9I3xFqRvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wCNGFMCbDTo/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEMBqNDr8rQ/Th9I3xFqRvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wCNGFMCbDTo/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids enjoyed playing with Lacey and Summer. &amp;nbsp;They followed them&amp;nbsp;where ever&amp;nbsp;they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7DoFfta1_Q/Th9I61fDN3I/AAAAAAAAAto/s_sZ4NK9E_s/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7DoFfta1_Q/Th9I61fDN3I/AAAAAAAAAto/s_sZ4NK9E_s/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Silly Rowan wearing her Bubba's hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqN4I-I3yTw/Th9J8q5VWuI/AAAAAAAAAts/uSifLzzfXp4/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqN4I-I3yTw/Th9J8q5VWuI/AAAAAAAAAts/uSifLzzfXp4/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmIZDm9VoCE/Th9J_HqiifI/AAAAAAAAAtw/HDJtEAtaeBs/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmIZDm9VoCE/Th9J_HqiifI/AAAAAAAAAtw/HDJtEAtaeBs/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RoYSiAfrxs/Th9KAoU3vSI/AAAAAAAAAt0/e6j8Ef_mQ84/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RoYSiAfrxs/Th9KAoU3vSI/AAAAAAAAAt0/e6j8Ef_mQ84/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM6yLKKtkFQ/Th9KBwUuXtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/sZSo9a3VlmM/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM6yLKKtkFQ/Th9KBwUuXtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/sZSo9a3VlmM/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN33yVwooSs/Th9KDWokQcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aUUDR_i5qxc/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN33yVwooSs/Th9KDWokQcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aUUDR_i5qxc/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day we headed out to Ship Island. &amp;nbsp;It was an hour ferry ride out there. &amp;nbsp;Stone loved the boat ride. &amp;nbsp;We saw dolphins along the way. &amp;nbsp;There was a storm rolling in as we got closer. &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly it didn't hit until right before we left. &amp;nbsp;Then it&amp;nbsp;down poured&amp;nbsp;on us as we walked back to the boat. &amp;nbsp;Memories were definitely made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0xmvSgYuDY/Th9KE7dSHrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/3Zz_fLT7iZw/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0xmvSgYuDY/Th9KE7dSHrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/3Zz_fLT7iZw/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Susan, Lacey, Summer, and Lisa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EOfY3qS440/Th9KGWoSiXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/aSjZNz293EU/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EOfY3qS440/Th9KGWoSiXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/aSjZNz293EU/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2FNkKYJCrKQ/Th9KIITDKUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i1hS9_LXHqk/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2FNkKYJCrKQ/Th9KIITDKUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i1hS9_LXHqk/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stone enjoying lunch on Ship Island&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NmGrMLinjw/Th9KJtWClOI/AAAAAAAAAuM/lMIfI2soC3s/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NmGrMLinjw/Th9KJtWClOI/AAAAAAAAAuM/lMIfI2soC3s/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxOPc7K_Zik/Th9KLYG__-I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EYr28sVVcOI/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxOPc7K_Zik/Th9KLYG__-I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EYr28sVVcOI/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stone was so exhausted that he crashed before the boat ever got going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipLmm50pVcc/Th9KMwCR-RI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rS4eFwsp-hs/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipLmm50pVcc/Th9KMwCR-RI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rS4eFwsp-hs/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePQApXEd5Bs/Th9KQ5we9YI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KbYztMyK2Dw/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePQApXEd5Bs/Th9KQ5we9YI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KbYztMyK2Dw/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the first time that Stone insisted on pushing the buttons on the elevator. &amp;nbsp;It's the simple things, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F93i0_pir3U/Th9KSWqALkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vfh6KVLwAhY/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F93i0_pir3U/Th9KSWqALkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vfh6KVLwAhY/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a great time with family, slept a little (since we were all in 1 room), and ate great food (thanks, Grandma). &amp;nbsp;We can't wait to go on another Tigert family trip next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2524398751011839326?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2524398751011839326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2524398751011839326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2524398751011839326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2524398751011839326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-trip-to-biloxi.html' title='Our trip to Biloxi'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEMBqNDr8rQ/Th9I3xFqRvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wCNGFMCbDTo/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5428887544720242870</id><published>2011-06-17T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:26:54.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hV5kzuWmpU/Tfu4GH5YuHI/AAAAAAAAAtY/eraJRSG3chE/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hV5kzuWmpU/Tfu4GH5YuHI/AAAAAAAAAtY/eraJRSG3chE/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nonnie bought Rowan some hot pink Converse while she was in Corpus, and Rowan couldn't be more excited to wear them. &amp;nbsp;I put them on to see if they fit, and she refused to take them off. &amp;nbsp;She strutted around the house in them and fell a few times as she got used to walking with shoes on her sweet feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Nonnie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5428887544720242870?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5428887544720242870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5428887544720242870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5428887544720242870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5428887544720242870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-kicks.html' title='New Kicks'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/-7hV5kzuWmpU/Tfu4GH5YuHI/AAAAAAAAAtY/eraJRSG3chE/s72-c/DSC_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-4559610279515535489</id><published>2011-06-14T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:22:08.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday, Buddy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year, Stone's birthday fell on a Saturday, so we planned on having his party that day. &amp;nbsp;We had a donut party, and all the kids wore their jammies to help celebrate. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately we missed getting a shot of Stone blowing out his birthday donut. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zX71TQqcg5o/TfgjX3zVEDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EyTfTUBwJ9A/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zX71TQqcg5o/TfgjX3zVEDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EyTfTUBwJ9A/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once he saw the presents, he immediately asked if he could open them. &amp;nbsp;It didn't take long before he was wanting to play with each toy, which in turn drug the present opening on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucNAOn6OUSw/TfgjdZAQ_KI/AAAAAAAAAtM/wLJvi-4JneA/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucNAOn6OUSw/TfgjdZAQ_KI/AAAAAAAAAtM/wLJvi-4JneA/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;That evening, we ate pizza and cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;As you can see he stayed in his jammies all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8caKrAJU7E/TfgjhYkNq6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/cv0mh-NUVxc/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8caKrAJU7E/TfgjhYkNq6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/cv0mh-NUVxc/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiEyphQx6S4/TfgjlAtUNQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2wWB7M03roA/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiEyphQx6S4/TfgjlAtUNQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2wWB7M03roA/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stone is a fun kid! &amp;nbsp;He is slightly timid about new situations, and would prefer staying at home. &amp;nbsp;He LOVES his daddy, which is fun to see. He is caring and tenderhearted. &amp;nbsp;He loves to be outside playing on his fort or in his sandbox. &amp;nbsp;We are so blessed to have him as our son. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see what this year holds. &amp;nbsp;Happy 3rd birthday, Buddy!! &amp;nbsp;We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-4559610279515535489?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/4559610279515535489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=4559610279515535489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4559610279515535489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4559610279515535489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-belated-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday, Buddy!!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/-zX71TQqcg5o/TfgjX3zVEDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EyTfTUBwJ9A/s72-c/DSC_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5071956428806478373</id><published>2011-06-11T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:53:25.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this my paci?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWrzzN3wcl4/TfQp7bVYsJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/PHzdAoyN7og/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWrzzN3wcl4/TfQp7bVYsJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/PHzdAoyN7og/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No my sweet girl, that is Woody's hat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5071956428806478373?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5071956428806478373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5071956428806478373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5071956428806478373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5071956428806478373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-this-my-paci.html' title='Is this my paci?'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/-MWrzzN3wcl4/TfQp7bVYsJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/PHzdAoyN7og/s72-c/DSC_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6728691125254589098</id><published>2011-05-10T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:44:45.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoACpqhCfRQ/TcnpdXxOnUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/e_wfIDDnWc0/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoACpqhCfRQ/TcnpdXxOnUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/e_wfIDDnWc0/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This sweet girl is &lt;b&gt;WALKING&lt;/b&gt;!! &amp;nbsp;Heaven help us and Lord give me the stamina to keep up with both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6728691125254589098?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6728691125254589098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6728691125254589098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6728691125254589098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6728691125254589098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/-aoACpqhCfRQ/TcnpdXxOnUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/e_wfIDDnWc0/s72-c/DSC_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-189717078220545508</id><published>2011-05-02T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:47:33.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About a month ago, Melissa and I headed to the Children's Museum to celebrate her boys' birthdays. &amp;nbsp;We were very excited to go. &amp;nbsp;The kids had a great time. &amp;nbsp;Stone was not a fan of the HUGE dinosaurs they had in the lobby for the dinosaur exhibit. &amp;nbsp;He cried and wanted to get away from them quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70BiDfmB5qk/Tb8XS0wwKCI/AAAAAAAAAsg/B38ZIBCCP1A/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70BiDfmB5qk/Tb8XS0wwKCI/AAAAAAAAAsg/B38ZIBCCP1A/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyRgwFYrYbg/Tb8XkfbhAxI/AAAAAAAAAso/A__ygr37rQE/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyRgwFYrYbg/Tb8XkfbhAxI/AAAAAAAAAso/A__ygr37rQE/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vN6yNuVGvY/Tb8XdpLao2I/AAAAAAAAAsk/DvAFyNTvG5c/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vN6yNuVGvY/Tb8XdpLao2I/AAAAAAAAAsk/DvAFyNTvG5c/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsJE3Lq0Oj8/Tb8XxpnNDAI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4_JrVs-WAdc/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Colton was trying to show Stone that the dinosaurs were ok in the last picture. &amp;nbsp;What a sweet friend to comfort Stone. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't ask for better friends and we are so thankful to have Colton, Brody, and Ms. "Lissa" in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-189717078220545508?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/189717078220545508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=189717078220545508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2097786641007174440</id><published>2011-03-30T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:29:28.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9XQFZzl9M8/TZOESGlm1zI/AAAAAAAAAsY/s7aDGCj8AXE/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9XQFZzl9M8/TZOESGlm1zI/AAAAAAAAAsY/s7aDGCj8AXE/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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last Thursday, and your Daddy and I couldn't be more excited. &amp;nbsp;You have been so fun to get to know over this past year, and I can't wait to see your personality continue to unfold. &amp;nbsp;You are definitely opinionated. &amp;nbsp;You are also a little spitfire!! &amp;nbsp;You have the best smile. &amp;nbsp;People always comment on how laid back and happy you are. &amp;nbsp;I continue to be your favorite (for now at least). &amp;nbsp;Although as soon as you hear Daddy's voice when he comes home from work, you get REALLY excited. &amp;nbsp;As far as size goes, you continue to be petite. &amp;nbsp;You only weigh 18 lbs 2 oz. &amp;nbsp;That is only 10 pounds more than you weighed at birth. &amp;nbsp;Dr. de doesn't seem to be too concerned about it, but he said we would just continue to keep an eye on it. &amp;nbsp;You still aren't saying any words, but you understand so much. &amp;nbsp;You do sign for more, and we can tell you are done with your meal, because you throw your cup on the floor. &amp;nbsp;Anytime you hear other people clapping, you clap along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a joy, and as much as I want you to continue growing, I sure am going to miss my sweet little girl that we have right now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3422972854240617986?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3422972854240617986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3422972854240617986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3422972854240617986'/><link rel='self' 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make a person quite as humble as having their sweet boy throw up all over a store, and then having to carry him out of the store with EVERY shopper staring because he is in his underwear and Converse. &amp;nbsp;Now let's just hope that our sweet girl doesn't get this stomach bug, and that Stone doesn't throw up anymore. &amp;nbsp;Once is enough for this Mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2678352701547648844?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2678352701547648844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2678352701547648844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TUx3qFEZfsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Tt8knG6p0JE/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TUx34QGgaBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NRozE1WEs8U/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TUx34QGgaBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NRozE1WEs8U/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TUx4GxVtx4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/PydHHBTx3pE/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TUx4GxVtx4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/PydHHBTx3pE/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We woke up to a ton of snow, and right after breakfast, I bundled Stone up and we played in it. &amp;nbsp;He absolutely loves it. &amp;nbsp;Not quite snowman material snow, since it falls apart. &amp;nbsp;It really makes me want to go skiing. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy experiencing these events through Stone's eyes. &amp;nbsp;Makes life that much sweeter. &amp;nbsp;After nap, we are going to make some snow ice cream. &amp;nbsp;Yum Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6791527617492793785?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Stone had to help Daddy as he worked. &amp;nbsp;Doug was wearing his head lamp, because the lighting in our garage is horrible, so Stone had to put one on as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTbh_f14TWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/X4yolQFZqyI/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTbh_f14TWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/X4yolQFZqyI/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTbiVCWRRFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/haqUGsUXVDM/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTbiVCWRRFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/haqUGsUXVDM/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so impressed with his work and now all we have to do is paint the tower. &amp;nbsp;Thanks honey for building this for the kids. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see them use it for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1457451712301004229?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1457451712301004229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1457451712301004229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1457451712301004229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTXzvfe8qTI/AAAAAAAAArw/2ZOdBFR_hME/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTXzvfe8qTI/AAAAAAAAArw/2ZOdBFR_hME/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Said "Mama"!!! &amp;nbsp;I was over at a friend's house the other day, and while Stone played with her 2 sweet girls, which we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, my friend and I were chatting. &amp;nbsp;She was holding Rowan who was becoming sleepy and a little fussy. &amp;nbsp;She started to fuss more, looked straight at me and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;"Mama."&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;My heart melted. &amp;nbsp;I will pretend that she was really talking to me and saying my name, although I am sure she was just putting some sounds together that I constantly say to her. &amp;nbsp;For now, that word was priceless to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-7917052321623772370?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/7917052321623772370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=7917052321623772370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7917052321623772370'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is what happens when you play all morning, refuse to take a nap and instead sing "Twinkle, Twinkle" in bed, and then play at the park in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTT1DmZ9cOI/AAAAAAAAArs/zEtx66d8y0Y/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTT1DmZ9cOI/AAAAAAAAArs/zEtx66d8y0Y/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As I was feeding Rowan dinner, I realized I hadn't heard any noise from Stone in a while. &amp;nbsp;When I went to check on him this is what I found. &amp;nbsp;Poor guy was so tired that he fell asleep on the couch. &amp;nbsp;It was definitely early to bed tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6852366919955685126?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6852366919955685126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6852366919955685126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6852366919955685126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6852366919955685126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/01/cause-and-effect.html' title='Cause and Effect'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TTT1DmZ9cOI/AAAAAAAAArs/zEtx66d8y0Y/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8896339582968960010</id><published>2011-01-05T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:10:36.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>We had a blast this year, since Stone is getting old enough to understand what Christmas is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed opening presents with Doug's family on Christmas eve morning. &amp;nbsp;They all came over and we had brunch and hung around. &amp;nbsp;I must have been playing hostess, because I don't have many pictures. &amp;nbsp;Then we headed to our church's Christmas eve service. &amp;nbsp;I love this service every year, and I love even more that our church doesn't have a typical Christmas eve service. &amp;nbsp;We headed home to make chili and eat tamales. &amp;nbsp;I love eating Mexican food on Christmas eve, well anytime really, but especially on Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone woke up around 8:30, and we headed out to see what was waiting under the tree...Well once of the presents was waiting at the kitchen table. &amp;nbsp;I made (with my mom's help) a felt playhouse for the kids. &amp;nbsp;I got the idea of &lt;a href="http://homemadebyjill.blogspot.com/2009/10/felt-playhouse.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog. &amp;nbsp;I didn't quite realize the undertaking that this would be, and it did entail an all-nighter, which I haven't done since college. &amp;nbsp;I had already started working on the project a few weeks back, and then time got away from me. &amp;nbsp;We finished it on Christmas eve morning at 5:30, after sewing all night!!! &amp;nbsp; Thanks mom for the memory we made. &amp;nbsp;I promise to not procrastinate in the future. &amp;nbsp;It turned out wonderfully, and it has been on our kitchen table ever since. &amp;nbsp;I still have a few embellishments to add, but that won't take nearly as long. &amp;nbsp;I will have to take more pictures and add them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TSSkDRV0ZrI/AAAAAAAAArg/CtwsI9dN9C8/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TSSkDRV0ZrI/AAAAAAAAArg/CtwsI9dN9C8/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here are a few pictures of my sweet loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TSSlxE4GHuI/AAAAAAAAAro/KdhpONmIBW0/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TSSlxE4GHuI/AAAAAAAAAro/KdhpONmIBW0/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TSSllNIp3dI/AAAAAAAAArk/1ClX7-Ye5Ns/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TSSllNIp3dI/AAAAAAAAArk/1ClX7-Ye5Ns/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After naps, we headed out to the Tigert's to eat a yummy dinner and enjoy extended family. &amp;nbsp;It was a great day, and we look forward to next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8896339582968960010?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8896339582968960010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8896339582968960010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8896339582968960010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8896339582968960010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TSSkDRV0ZrI/AAAAAAAAArg/CtwsI9dN9C8/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2981564066786578977</id><published>2010-12-10T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:27:49.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>About time for an update...</title><content type='html'>I don't know where time has gone. &amp;nbsp;I just realized that I haven't posted anything since the beginning of November. &amp;nbsp;We have been busy I guess. &amp;nbsp;I will fill you in on our whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug and I were so thankful to have a quick getaway in November to the Atlantis resort in the Bahamas. &amp;nbsp;It was &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a work trip for Doug's company and all the spouses were able to come as well!! &amp;nbsp;We were so excited to get away and have some rest and relaxation. &amp;nbsp;The resort was great and we had a blast riding water slides, laying around, and looking at the ocean. &amp;nbsp;I say looking, because we couldn't swim in it. &amp;nbsp;The ocean was so rough, that they closed the beach. &amp;nbsp;Still beautiful to look at anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKJ-Bw-5fI/AAAAAAAAArA/TtoHCJrXD3U/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKJ-Bw-5fI/AAAAAAAAArA/TtoHCJrXD3U/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKKHG_k4NI/AAAAAAAAArE/hoPRWCo1r0U/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKKHG_k4NI/AAAAAAAAArE/hoPRWCo1r0U/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKKQRLEgpI/AAAAAAAAArI/yfhKyI-TkFs/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKKQRLEgpI/AAAAAAAAArI/yfhKyI-TkFs/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We missed our sweet babies at home, but really enjoyed the time away. &amp;nbsp;About a week later we headed down to Wimberley to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family. &amp;nbsp;We enjoyed eating, putting together puzzles, playing bingo and spending time with family. &amp;nbsp;Although it was 3 nights of HORRIBLE sleeping (all 4 of us in 1 room), we managed. &amp;nbsp;A full size bed just isn't big enough for all 4 of us, even though 2 of us are little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKMTtDUCQI/AAAAAAAAArM/oy3ZbDgTQmY/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKMTtDUCQI/AAAAAAAAArM/oy3ZbDgTQmY/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKMm2_23nI/AAAAAAAAArQ/kgDx6dJJoUE/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKMm2_23nI/AAAAAAAAArQ/kgDx6dJJoUE/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKMuQZG6tI/AAAAAAAAArU/0fRALCrPCEc/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKMuQZG6tI/AAAAAAAAArU/0fRALCrPCEc/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKM-ivto4I/AAAAAAAAArY/2pJblJiyY2s/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKM-ivto4I/AAAAAAAAArY/2pJblJiyY2s/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now on to Christmas...Hopefully I won't be so behind in posting things. &amp;nbsp;Stone is in love with all the lights in our house, and he has made it his personal mission to turn them all on when he wakes up and to turn them off before we leave the house. &amp;nbsp;Love him!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2981564066786578977?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TQKJ-Bw-5fI/AAAAAAAAArA/TtoHCJrXD3U/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2007910562927871174</id><published>2010-11-02T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:07:52.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pumpkin Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stone woke up feeling a little under the weather on Sunday, but he didn't let it stop him from having fun. &amp;nbsp;We had orange rolls for breakfast, and hung out around the house. &amp;nbsp;Once he woke up from his nap, we carved a pumpkin. &amp;nbsp;(Or as he said "pumpkin car") &amp;nbsp;He want to touch the insides, but he would put it nose near the hole we cut and say "mmm...that smells good." &amp;nbsp;I love the smell of a pumpkin, too (just one of my many childhood memories). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBeJGHPUFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/63aNSWz9O4I/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBeJGHPUFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/63aNSWz9O4I/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBd7Q2zAnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/nD7oSJNQINA/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBd7Q2zAnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/nD7oSJNQINA/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBenOByDeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/lshhLSvYipw/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBeulOoGcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/I2G2zxf6tGA/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBeulOoGcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/I2G2zxf6tGA/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBenOByDeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/lshhLSvYipw/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBfQ2cvy8I/AAAAAAAAAq0/LqkjlhtxyG4/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBfQ2cvy8I/AAAAAAAAAq0/LqkjlhtxyG4/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stone wanted to draw on the pumpkin. &amp;nbsp;The Sharpie made me a little nervous, so we eventually went inside and pulled out his markers for him to color. &amp;nbsp;Stone loves the jack-o-lantern. &amp;nbsp;We put it out on the front porch for Halloween, and now it is sitting on his little table. &amp;nbsp;He had it next to him last night at the dinner table, and we were talking about the pumpkins eyes to see and nose to smell. &amp;nbsp;All of the sudden he turns the pumpkin toward his food, breathes in through his nose, and says that food smells good. &amp;nbsp;He is doing and saying lots of things lately that just make me laugh. &amp;nbsp;I love the way he thinks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We ate a pumpkin shaped pizza, and then Stone put on his puppy dog costume. &amp;nbsp;Nonnie made the costume for us with a fleece hoodie and some fabric. &amp;nbsp;It turned out precious! &amp;nbsp;He loves wearing it. &amp;nbsp;My thought was that he could wear the hoodie this winter, but he loves the costume so much it may just be for play. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBgRiVlqPI/AAAAAAAAAq4/825bLX0R_mM/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBgRiVlqPI/AAAAAAAAAq4/825bLX0R_mM/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBgbnQcRcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/SFyuStNXhdU/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBgbnQcRcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/SFyuStNXhdU/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After going to a few houses for candy, we headed back home and let Stone pass out the candy. &amp;nbsp;He really enjoys doing this. &amp;nbsp;He is always super cautious when kids with masks come up, but otherwise he loves running around the front yard until it is time to do his job. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rowan was fast asleep by 7, so we didn't get any pictures of her in her Halloween tutu. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait for next year, when we have 2 little costumed kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TNBeJGHPUFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/63aNSWz9O4I/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-945462122374071616</id><published>2010-10-30T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:51:58.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Heart Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I always enjoy when the fall season rolls around. &amp;nbsp;Even though the weather hasn't quite felt fallish until this week, we have enjoyed everything that fall brings. &amp;nbsp;Here is what we have been up to lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;going to the arboretum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;playing outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;buying pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;eating candy corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Owen's farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;trying on Halloween costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the cool weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;wearing long-sleeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzV17iJV-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vCetf5sbvqo/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzV17iJV-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vCetf5sbvqo/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzV9RwRGYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/NcUntUxoDts/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzV9RwRGYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/NcUntUxoDts/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After having a picnic at the arboretum with Colton, Hudson, Brody, and their mommies, the boys decided to play ring around the rosies. &amp;nbsp;As you can tell they were having a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzWLEPML7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-jTx90j666w/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzWLEPML7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-jTx90j666w/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzWjH9eo9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/HFM47v5kDo4/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzWjH9eo9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/HFM47v5kDo4/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We all. fall. down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last week, we headed to Owen's farm with some new friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remember going to Owen's farm as a child, so I was excited to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;take the kids. &amp;nbsp;The weather couldn't have been more perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was about &lt;b&gt;60 degrees&lt;/b&gt; and sunshiny. &amp;nbsp;The kids had a ball. &amp;nbsp;They ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;around all over . &amp;nbsp;We had to keep our eyes on them, because there were&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;lots of schools there for field trips. &amp;nbsp;I am so sad I didn't get a picture of Stone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;petting one of the horses nose. &amp;nbsp;He wasn't too sure about it, and wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;down after he felt the horses warm breath on his tummy. &amp;nbsp;He talked about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;later in the day though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzWzZrSHAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/XPUmrd1zFSE/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzWzZrSHAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/XPUmrd1zFSE/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We have been busy, and I have had to force us to have some stay-at-home-and-don't-get-out-of-pajamas-all-day days. &amp;nbsp;We will be back tomorrow posting pics of the kiddos dressed up for Halloween. &amp;nbsp;Until then, I am off to eat some more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;candy corn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-945462122374071616?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/945462122374071616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=945462122374071616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/945462122374071616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/945462122374071616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-heart-fall.html' title='We Heart Fall'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TMzV17iJV-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vCetf5sbvqo/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6036088452481580999</id><published>2010-10-19T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:48:15.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy Big Tex!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We headed to the State Fair a few weeks ago with Grandma and Granddad. &amp;nbsp;Doug and I loaded up the kids and headed to the DART train. &amp;nbsp;We didn't really want to pay $15 to park and the train only took an hour to get to the fair. &amp;nbsp;Stone loved riding on the train. &amp;nbsp;Once we got their, we headed into the car exhibit to see all the shiny new cars. &amp;nbsp;Stone was in heaven, and he wanted to "drive" every car. &amp;nbsp;We probably spent about 30 minutes with the cars, and we finally had to bribe Stone with seeing some animals, so we could leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AtrcZtzI/AAAAAAAAAqE/k14TOYJim4w/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AtrcZtzI/AAAAAAAAAqE/k14TOYJim4w/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving Grandma&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Big Tex was a big hit. &amp;nbsp;Stone loved that Big Tex waved at him and talked to him. We had to get the touristy picture in front of Big Tex. &amp;nbsp;Rowan is very covered up, and she may have even been asleep by this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AoFVnT1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/g4kOUpk1nhw/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AoFVnT1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/g4kOUpk1nhw/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;We enjoyed a Fletcher's corny dog. &amp;nbsp;It is always the longest line, but well worth the short wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AfVihbBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/aZbwIBdJQeY/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AfVihbBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/aZbwIBdJQeY/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stone ended up falling asleep in the stroller, which NEVER happens, but we took advantage of it and walked around for 30 minutes so he could have a little nap. &amp;nbsp;After he woke up, we headed into the petting zoo. &amp;nbsp;Stone was in love with the animals. &amp;nbsp;He enjoyed feeding and petting them. &amp;nbsp;One of the things he loved was the mama pig and her piglets. &amp;nbsp;He kept talking about the mama and trying to touch the babies. &amp;nbsp;They were so sweet to watch as they climbed all over each other to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL3_9CTRqUI/AAAAAAAAAps/fue2avkeuLU/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL3_9CTRqUI/AAAAAAAAAps/fue2avkeuLU/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AJkfpkmI/AAAAAAAAApw/XlNJLSYiKGA/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AJkfpkmI/AAAAAAAAApw/XlNJLSYiKGA/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4ASiUx4GI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Yu4QZ6o3Slw/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4ASiUx4GI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Yu4QZ6o3Slw/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeding the animals&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL3_9CTRqUI/AAAAAAAAAps/fue2avkeuLU/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AZDULYUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FyM06FP2D5U/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AZDULYUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FyM06FP2D5U/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sleepy little girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The kids did great! &amp;nbsp;We ended up staying until about 5, which we hadn't planned on doing, but they were enjoying themselves and we didn't realize how late it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL3_qY6zBgI/AAAAAAAAApk/E9imZ-LTkw8/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL3_qY6zBgI/AAAAAAAAApk/E9imZ-LTkw8/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Stone and I sat at the steps of the lagoon, and looked at the minnows swimming in the water. &amp;nbsp;He threw in acorn after acorn into the water as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL3_vRCS63I/AAAAAAAAApo/LF3-ZofksR8/s1600/DSC_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL3_vRCS63I/AAAAAAAAApo/LF3-ZofksR8/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We really enjoyed our time at the fair, and we can't wait to head back next year. &amp;nbsp;I know the kids will enjoy a yearly trip to the fair as much as we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6036088452481580999?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6036088452481580999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6036088452481580999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6036088452481580999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6036088452481580999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/10/howdy-big-tex.html' title='Howdy Big Tex!!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TL4AtrcZtzI/AAAAAAAAAqE/k14TOYJim4w/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1245232978964909004</id><published>2010-09-18T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:16:27.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much better than the thumb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TJTzwLd9GVI/AAAAAAAAApU/sZHqV_2KlOg/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TJTzwLd9GVI/AAAAAAAAApU/sZHqV_2KlOg/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1245232978964909004?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1245232978964909004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1245232978964909004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1245232978964909004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1245232978964909004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/09/much-better-than-thumb.html' title='Much better than the thumb...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TJTzwLd9GVI/AAAAAAAAApU/sZHqV_2KlOg/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6620237089695359927</id><published>2010-09-13T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:13:53.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yPYUOESI/AAAAAAAAApM/aSA7IEA5X8k/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yPYUOESI/AAAAAAAAApM/aSA7IEA5X8k/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you see anything different in this picture of Stone? &amp;nbsp;Ok, besides the fact that his hair is getting WAY too long...You guessed it, no more diapers!!! &amp;nbsp;We potty trained Stone last weekend. &amp;nbsp; I must say, now that we are on this side of it, it wasn't that bad. &amp;nbsp;Let me give you the run down. &amp;nbsp;We decided to potty train him over Labor Day weekend since Doug would be home for 3 days. &amp;nbsp;We woke up Saturday morning, ate breakfast, and then put him in big boy underwear. &amp;nbsp;No more diapers for Stone! &amp;nbsp;I won't go into all the details, but let me just say that after having to wash the underwear we had at naptime, and going through 34 PAIRS, Doug and I were whipped. &amp;nbsp;Day 2 was much better with only 4 pairs. &amp;nbsp;It is a whole different set of rules now though for leaving the &amp;nbsp;house. &amp;nbsp;No more of me thinking I will just change him when I get somewhere. &amp;nbsp;It now takes an extra 10 minutes to get out the door after we go to the potty and get everything collected. &amp;nbsp;But we are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yNQf4WOI/AAAAAAAAApE/X7MO67u5uko/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yNQf4WOI/AAAAAAAAApE/X7MO67u5uko/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see Stone is very creative. &amp;nbsp;He loves to eat a whole apple that I core. &amp;nbsp;He found a flashlight the other day and decided it made a great holder for his apple. &amp;nbsp;Now that's ingenuity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yKp5S5XI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rGSmSsmtMzQ/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yKp5S5XI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rGSmSsmtMzQ/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now for Little Miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yJHx-0zI/AAAAAAAAAo0/D_TFgNmYFI0/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yJHx-0zI/AAAAAAAAAo0/D_TFgNmYFI0/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Earlier today, I was laying on the floor playing with her and suddenly her tummy was completely off the ground and she was in a full pushup!! &amp;nbsp;She still isn't sitting on her own for long periods of time, but she sure is ready to be on the move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yF3kPBPI/AAAAAAAAAok/i-IvaOnG6Hc/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yF3kPBPI/AAAAAAAAAok/i-IvaOnG6Hc/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The only way we can get her to sit is to hand her a toy to distract her. &amp;nbsp;Soon after I took this picture, she fell face first into my ankle bone. &amp;nbsp;Poor thing!!! &amp;nbsp;She cried for a little while and then was ready for a nap again. &amp;nbsp;All that exercise wore her out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6620237089695359927?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6620237089695359927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6620237089695359927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6620237089695359927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6620237089695359927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/09/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TI5yPYUOESI/AAAAAAAAApM/aSA7IEA5X8k/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8507993045552631908</id><published>2010-09-01T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:20:07.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TH6ySkrc94I/AAAAAAAAAoM/n_l1b2L9efc/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TH6ySkrc94I/AAAAAAAAAoM/n_l1b2L9efc/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last week, we headed to &lt;a href="http://alittleartsy.com/"&gt;A Little Artsy&lt;/a&gt; for playgroup. &amp;nbsp;The kids had a great time painting and playing with play-doh. &amp;nbsp;Stone looked so cute wearing the apron that went from his chin to his toes. He actually didn't get very messy, just his hands. &amp;nbsp;We are doing to frame some of his art and hang it in the study. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TH6yUgST7CI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Zi3Uo1XkcbI/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TH6yUgST7CI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Zi3Uo1XkcbI/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TH6z97BPfFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/WV9lWBa6WMU/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TH6z97BPfFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/WV9lWBa6WMU/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He really enjoyed playing with the play-doh and using cookie cutters to cut out shapes. &amp;nbsp;Here he is trying to share with Rowan. &amp;nbsp;What a good big brother!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to take him back soon and see what other creations he can come up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8507993045552631908?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8507993045552631908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8507993045552631908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8507993045552631908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8507993045552631908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-little-artist.html' title='My Little Artist'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TH6ySkrc94I/AAAAAAAAAoM/n_l1b2L9efc/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6159623864583575125</id><published>2010-08-18T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:37:22.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;**WARNING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;This is an extremely LONG post, but I had to capture our weekend at the beach!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the beginning of August we headed down to Galveston to celebrate Nonnie's 60th birthday, which is in June! &amp;nbsp;We surprised her on her birthday with a trip to the beach, and she could hardly wait. &amp;nbsp;It was a task to get 2 adults and 2 kiddos packed away into our SUV. &amp;nbsp;We wanted to take as much as possible to make things "easy", but ended up having to leave a few things behind. &amp;nbsp;Stone was a big help helping me pack the suitcase for me and Doug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh-LSY8iI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yBdgK2FoRYA/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh-LSY8iI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yBdgK2FoRYA/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We headed out on Friday morning. &amp;nbsp;What should have taken about 5 hours ended up taking 7. &amp;nbsp;We had to stop and feed Rowan twice, and after Stone took a short nap he was hungry as well. &amp;nbsp;They both did great in the car. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't have asked for better travelers. &amp;nbsp;We arrived at the house we rented, and Stone was so excited to see Wick and Nonnie. &amp;nbsp;We were planning on heading to the beach that evening, but decided that we would stay at the house and go in the morning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stone had a great time playing in the sand. &amp;nbsp;He was very hesitant (as usual) about the water, since he hadn't ever seen it before. &amp;nbsp;He quickly warmed up, and Doug took him out into the waves. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhmZttOcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/d5oY9eFuc44/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhmZttOcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/d5oY9eFuc44/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in his "bath"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhpUaUVGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Tru3LgWl2eY/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhpUaUVGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Tru3LgWl2eY/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stone and Wick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We headed to the Moody Gardens Aquarium on Sunday morning. &amp;nbsp;After a blow out diaper from Rowan, which had to be quickly changed, we were ready to explore and see the fish. &amp;nbsp;Stone loved looking at the fish, but I don't think he realized that there was glass between the fish and himself. &amp;nbsp;He finally realized after we had him touch the glass that they couldn't get to him. &amp;nbsp;He loved the tunnel that you walk through with fish swimming overhead. &amp;nbsp;We must have spent 20 minutes in there. &amp;nbsp;There was even a huge sea turtle swimming in the tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh0MVT_jI/AAAAAAAAAng/uy4XEY0Q3FY/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh0MVT_jI/AAAAAAAAAng/uy4XEY0Q3FY/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wick and Stone in the shark cage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are my two sweet beach babies. &amp;nbsp;Rowan was a trooper and slept in a pop up tent that a friend let us borrow. &amp;nbsp;(Thanks, Jennifer!!) &amp;nbsp;Doug and I laughed at how we would have never taken Stone to the beach at 4 months old, but that is what happens when you are the second child. &amp;nbsp;She was a happy baby for most of the weekend, except for one minor melt down because she was tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhqxigdVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/w7LOT53-DiQ/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh4sB9HNI/AAAAAAAAAns/4tiEViH057k/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh4sB9HNI/AAAAAAAAAns/4tiEViH057k/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhqxigdVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/w7LOT53-DiQ/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhqxigdVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/w7LOT53-DiQ/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh831sZ1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/YxGPz3hVRsI/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh831sZ1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/YxGPz3hVRsI/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping beauty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of Stone's favorite things to do while we were there was to have one of us build sand cars and then he would immediately knock them down. &amp;nbsp;What simple entertainment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwiH57VA7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/FcyNdIIJbfc/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwiH57VA7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/FcyNdIIJbfc/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhvgl4sAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nnssg3cjeZw/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhvgl4sAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nnssg3cjeZw/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh3KFNuqI/AAAAAAAAAno/3Y4DHvVsSVY/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh3KFNuqI/AAAAAAAAAno/3Y4DHvVsSVY/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhtDKf5-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/x0Y8cPAqC_E/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwhtDKf5-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/x0Y8cPAqC_E/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apparently the people that stayed at the house before us had a little girl that left her sunglasses. &amp;nbsp;Well, Stone saw them and wanted to wear them. &amp;nbsp;He would walk around saying, "I look good." &amp;nbsp;What a mess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ice cream man drove around one day, and we decided to buy him an ice cream. &amp;nbsp;He loved it. &amp;nbsp;Can you tell he is looking at me from behind his sunglasses. &amp;nbsp;He melts my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh6G0SwEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ud_Tym6Mpj8/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh6G0SwEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ud_Tym6Mpj8/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh7ZG2FUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NRc16E87dtI/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh7ZG2FUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NRc16E87dtI/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh1s-w0ZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/aOjwln8ytEA/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh1s-w0ZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/aOjwln8ytEA/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a sleepy boy after all that playing in the sand and sun. &amp;nbsp;We can't wait to take them back next year with Nonnie and Wick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6159623864583575125?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6159623864583575125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6159623864583575125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6159623864583575125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6159623864583575125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-weekend.html' title='Beach Weekend'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TGwh-LSY8iI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yBdgK2FoRYA/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-9009580091159249901</id><published>2010-07-28T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:24:48.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet girl</title><content type='html'>Rowan is 4 months old. &amp;nbsp;She continues to be a sweet laid back baby. &amp;nbsp;She cries when she gets overly tired, but we are figuring out her cues for sleepiness. &amp;nbsp;She has become a thumb-sucker as you can see in the picture below. &amp;nbsp;I have fought her on keeping the paci in her mouth, but in the middle of the night I can't do much about it. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We had her check up on Monday and here are her stats:&lt;div&gt;Height: 23 1/2 in (25%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 14 lbs (70%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head: 16 1/4 in (55%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had to get 3 shots, but she was a champ and only cried for about 5 seconds, then she was content that I was holding her. &amp;nbsp;We love you little girl! &amp;nbsp;I am excited to watch you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TFCCq2jFULI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Fzet71gtRL8/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TFCCq2jFULI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Fzet71gtRL8/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet thumb sucker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TFCCmdN5XXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/7USixgBSeKc/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TFCCmdN5XXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/7USixgBSeKc/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-9009580091159249901?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/9009580091159249901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=9009580091159249901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/9009580091159249901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/9009580091159249901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-sweet-girl.html' title='My Sweet girl'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TFCCq2jFULI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Fzet71gtRL8/s72-c/DSC_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2744786828386972458</id><published>2010-07-07T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:08:37.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Year Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTP2V_t6xI/AAAAAAAAAms/aooVbkjFwlU/s1600/DSC_8821+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTP2V_t6xI/AAAAAAAAAms/aooVbkjFwlU/s320/DSC_8821+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went several weeks ago and had pictures taken of Stone for his 2nd birthday. &amp;nbsp;We went to a great spot up in Frisco by Babe's Chicken. &amp;nbsp;Stone loved the train and we couldn't get him away from it once he saw it. &amp;nbsp;I love that he is holding a car in several of the shots. &amp;nbsp;Last year he held onto George (his lovey), and this year it was a car. &amp;nbsp;I like that it shows his interests at the time. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few of my favorites, but there were so many to choose from. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTPuPg8hjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/kxvCbv0ASDA/s1600/DSC_8848+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTPuPg8hjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/kxvCbv0ASDA/s320/DSC_8848+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTPw9EgdMI/AAAAAAAAAmc/7yNIrS0ePyU/s1600/DSC_8844+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTPw9EgdMI/AAAAAAAAAmc/7yNIrS0ePyU/s320/DSC_8844+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTP057wvDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/QOX8v5yJijc/s1600/DSC_8839+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTP057wvDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/QOX8v5yJijc/s320/DSC_8839+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTP057wvDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/QOX8v5yJijc/s1600/DSC_8839+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2744786828386972458?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2744786828386972458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2744786828386972458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2744786828386972458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2744786828386972458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-year-pictures.html' title='Two Year Pictures'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TDTP2V_t6xI/AAAAAAAAAms/aooVbkjFwlU/s72-c/DSC_8821+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3010342302162728642</id><published>2010-06-09T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:10:10.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBFW61GmFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/q-gOaRrniMU/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBGtoqwSpI/AAAAAAAAAls/IlnLNfgybD0/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBGtoqwSpI/AAAAAAAAAls/IlnLNfgybD0/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, I can hardly believe that Stone turned 2 a few weeks ago. &amp;nbsp;I know everyone says that about their child, but it is so true that time truly flies by. &amp;nbsp;My sweet baby is turning into a boy and becoming quite opinionated. &amp;nbsp;He has become quite the tantrum thrower, and we try our hardest to ignore it. &amp;nbsp;He loves to play outside and "mow" like daddy. &amp;nbsp;He enjoys jumping on the trampoline and playing in his new sandbox. &amp;nbsp;We had several wonderful family members "donate" to Stone's sandbox fund, and it is a hit! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBFW61GmFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/q-gOaRrniMU/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBFW61GmFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/q-gOaRrniMU/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is our little boy over the past 2 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBHksKN0tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0Dm8hUFfnIA/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBHksKN0tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0Dm8hUFfnIA/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May 21, 2008&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBHksKN0tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0Dm8hUFfnIA/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBHrcXGsII/AAAAAAAAAl8/dNpqZ0k93l8/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBHrcXGsII/AAAAAAAAAl8/dNpqZ0k93l8/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May 21, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBHrcXGsII/AAAAAAAAAl8/dNpqZ0k93l8/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBH18901DI/AAAAAAAAAmE/7ooaWjeEwPI/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBH18901DI/AAAAAAAAAmE/7ooaWjeEwPI/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May 21, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Stone has always been on the short side. &amp;nbsp;The past couple doctors appointments we went to he was between the 2nd and 5th percentile for height. &amp;nbsp;Although, when we went for his 2 year old appointment, he made it to the 10%. We were so excited to see he had moved up a little bit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He truly is so much fun to be around, until he starts whining our fussing. &amp;nbsp;He can instantly turn off the whiny voice if he really wants something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He only gets his pacis when he goes down for a nap or at night. &amp;nbsp;We have told him if he wants a paci during the day, which was never a problem until Rowan arrived, that he has to stay in his crib. &amp;nbsp;He has only gone into his crib on 2 occasions for a paci and both times ended up spending about 30 minutes in there before he was ready to get out. &amp;nbsp;I guess he needed some down time. &amp;nbsp;We are thrilled beyond belief that he is our son and can't wait to see what this next year brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3010342302162728642?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3010342302162728642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3010342302162728642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3010342302162728642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3010342302162728642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-years-old.html' title='2 Years Old'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/TBBGtoqwSpI/AAAAAAAAAls/IlnLNfgybD0/s72-c/DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6178270084173110035</id><published>2010-05-13T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:31:04.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a recent picture of Rowan from Mother's Day. She is growing like a weed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S-xFVhpkyAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/gtvF46VLhxY/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S-xFVhpkyAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/gtvF46VLhxY/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470823883460626434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6178270084173110035?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6178270084173110035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6178270084173110035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6178270084173110035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6178270084173110035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-big-girl.html' title='Our Big Girl'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S-xFVhpkyAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/gtvF46VLhxY/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2754010380453097395</id><published>2010-05-13T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:29:40.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Mow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I went to get Stone out of bed this morning, the first thing he said was "Daddy mow!"  He woke up hearing the lawn mower going and knew instantly that it was Doug.  I got him up and opened his blinds.  He saw Doug and wanted to put on his hat because Doug had on a hat.  Then he went running to his mower and kept telling me "outside."  We slipped on his Crocs over his pjs and off he went.  He thought he was so big and kept walking back and forth just like Doug.  Oh, how I love that he adores his daddy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S-xEYMTlUaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Fi75_eo_Ypw/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S-xEYMTlUaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Fi75_eo_Ypw/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470822829759222178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2754010380453097395?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2754010380453097395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2754010380453097395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2754010380453097395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2754010380453097395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/05/daddy-mow.html' title='Daddy Mow'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S-xEYMTlUaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Fi75_eo_Ypw/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3676157957605530724</id><published>2010-05-03T07:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:44:13.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat</title><content type='html'>I was looking at pictures the other day and realized that Stone and Rowan look very much alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97E3odRFSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cXSB8jPioVo/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467023457706382626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97E3odRFSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cXSB8jPioVo/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97E2ti-9bI/AAAAAAAAAks/BJwIQWuuwlg/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467023441892668850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97E2ti-9bI/AAAAAAAAAks/BJwIQWuuwlg/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a copy cat she is!!  Just hope she turns out as cute as her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3676157957605530724?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3676157957605530724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3676157957605530724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3676157957605530724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3676157957605530724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/05/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97E3odRFSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cXSB8jPioVo/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8864163838254798027</id><published>2010-05-03T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:40:08.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late...</title><content type='html'>So, I am a little late in posting this, but time is sure flying by.  I can hardly believe that Rowan is already over a month old.  She is starting to stay awake more during the day and is beginning to coo at us.  She follows our voices, especially mine as she hears me talk.  She is giving us the joy of only waking up once a night to eat.  I am hoping that she sleeps through the night fairly early as opposed to her big brother who was 9 months old!!  She really is an EASY baby!  I think maybe even easier than Stone.  We will see if this continues as she gets older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97Di2DSKQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Boz2Frn8RUk/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467022001066617090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97Di2DSKQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Boz2Frn8RUk/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97DijBWt0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/6-v_3KJPzS0/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467021995958253378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97DijBWt0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/6-v_3KJPzS0/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8864163838254798027?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8864163838254798027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8864163838254798027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8864163838254798027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8864163838254798027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-late.html' title='A little late...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S97Di2DSKQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Boz2Frn8RUk/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8365326727839805490</id><published>2010-04-17T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:45:19.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of his favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwwwslRbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/paRs8YgSZPE/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwwwslRbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/paRs8YgSZPE/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461160743659718066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stone is growing so much these days.  I wanted to list a few of his favorite things...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwwrolioI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Chy28Y4iAnQ/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwwrolioI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Chy28Y4iAnQ/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461160742300781186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Bubbles- Nonnie gave him a bubble blower for Easter.  He especially loves to have us blow bubbles on him when he is in the bathtub.  The bubbles stick to him as you can see and he can't get enough of it.  We actually have to hide the toy, so he won't continually ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwwGHzEyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-JCVAfqBA1s/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwwGHzEyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-JCVAfqBA1s/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461160732231144226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.  Jumping on the Trampoline- A few weeks ago he actually started jumping.  Now he is our little jumping bean.  Any time we go outside he wants to get up there and jump.  He really loves it when one of us gets up there with him and jumps with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwv5NZdLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/DRdHND5ClLo/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwv5NZdLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/DRdHND5ClLo/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461160728764970162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.  Baseball- "Hit it, Hit it!" are 2 words that Stone is constantly saying.  Pops came to visit us a few weeks ago, and he brought Stone a tee ball set.  It was a hit. (No pun intended.)  He wants to hit the ball and has actually gotten pretty darn good at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8365326727839805490?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8365326727839805490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8365326727839805490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8365326727839805490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8365326727839805490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-of-his-favorite-things.html' title='A few of his favorite things'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S8nwwwslRbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/paRs8YgSZPE/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2070917496588472813</id><published>2010-04-05T20:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:59:50.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Continues On.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are 12 days since Rowans birth. She is already looking bigger than a week ago. We are very excited and looking forward to watching her grow. Stone is always asking about Rowan. He says "baby" in a questioning voice. He likes to get her pacifier and try to give it to her. He want to sit by her and touch her. We tell him to be gentle and he repeats gentle to us and slowly touches her face and head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qTkfA-VUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_nN1dSgIsOY/s1600/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qTkfA-VUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_nN1dSgIsOY/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456836153522935106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qTNK1GXrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VCgPZbyJZmo/s1600/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qTNK1GXrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VCgPZbyJZmo/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456835752967429810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qTAFf201I/AAAAAAAAAis/x8ZL5g3IrHY/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qTAFf201I/AAAAAAAAAis/x8ZL5g3IrHY/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456835528197854034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a better picture of Rowan a few days ago. She is tiny. She is very precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qUCRLxqEI/AAAAAAAAAjE/r_u2ElhDhOo/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456836665206220866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here is Kimbralie with Rowan. They look good together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qUqIEXLkI/AAAAAAAAAjM/j6ZBDgW3V6o/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456837349953973826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put this above Rowan's crib. It says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qVQXBabZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1WMVQRXMb1A/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456838006803164562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2070917496588472813?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2070917496588472813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2070917496588472813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2070917496588472813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2070917496588472813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-continues-on.html' title='Life Continues On.'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7qTkfA-VUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_nN1dSgIsOY/s72-c/DSC_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5888108177131263644</id><published>2010-04-02T20:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:32:08.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rowan Claire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7anT84TjiI/AAAAAAAAAic/HY2zZQSl008/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7anT84TjiI/AAAAAAAAAic/HY2zZQSl008/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455731959807577634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Wednesday, March 24th, at 11:39 am Rowan Claire made her entrance into the world.  It was quite a quick labor, which I was thankful for.  She weighed 8 lbs 3 oz and was 19 inches long. This time around, Doug and I were much more relaxed.  I was a bit more nervous heading to the hospital for my induction than I was last time, but that quickly went away as I realized there was no turning back.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonnie stayed with Stone while we were in the hospital.  She brought him up after his nap on Wednesday.  He was instantly interested in Rowan.  As you can see in the picture, he is always wanting to look at her and love on her.  He has his moments of tantrums now that he isn't the only one, but I pray they will pass quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7anFeaBJGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xzTuib3tWXM/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7anFeaBJGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xzTuib3tWXM/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455731711109309538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were in the hospital until Friday and then we headed home to see what life with 2 kids is all about.  I would say as of now, 1 week out, we are doing ok.  We will see what happens once Doug is back to work next week and things are sort of back to normal.  Thankfully I have one more week of help with my mom taking off some days from work, and my dad coming in town to meet his granddaughter.  Then the real test will come, when it is just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7am3mbgA6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z3RuU-oevGw/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7am3mbgA6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z3RuU-oevGw/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455731472744842146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/1927514754778125777-5888108177131263644?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5888108177131263644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5888108177131263644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5888108177131263644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5888108177131263644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/04/rowan-claire.html' title='Rowan Claire'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S7anT84TjiI/AAAAAAAAAic/HY2zZQSl008/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8610519004245181185</id><published>2010-03-10T20:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:06:45.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Room for Baby and a New Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are getting all the final touches on Rowan's nursery.  I am so excited to see it all complete.  I had to laugh the other day to remember how Stone's nursery was done months before he ever arrived, and here it is 14 days to our induction date and the room isn't complete.  I guess I have more important things at hand, like raising a fun-loving boy!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stone has realized that there is another crib in the house now, and every once in a while he asks to get in the crib.  Here he is laying down going "nigh-nigh."  Oh so fun!  I don't know how much he will like it once his new baby sister is in the crib, but for now it is fun for all to climb in the crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S5hc3o8imfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TXzjH6KlgGI/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S5hc3o8imfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TXzjH6KlgGI/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205860258519538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months ago, when Stone was at my mom's, she pulled out my brother's old matchbox cars. Well, let's just say they were a complete hit!!  Stone loves going to Nonnie's and playing with Uncle Wick's cars.  He giggles and jumps around when she pulls them out.  I remembered that a friend of mine had passed down a bag-full of cars that her boys no longer played with.  So, I pulled them out and now when we are having a rough day we can play with our vroom-vrooms (as Stone calls them).  The only thing is, I have been finding them ALL over the house.  They don't seem to stay contained to their basket.  Oh well,  the joy they bring my little guy is worth the mess. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S5hcwvQmAxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/PI4AYOjrT5k/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S5hcwvQmAxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/PI4AYOjrT5k/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205741694157586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a pile of cars!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S5hcwbMvM2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/7q-EsXk6y5g/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S5hcwbMvM2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/7q-EsXk6y5g/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205736309273442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, which one to play with???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8610519004245181185?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8610519004245181185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8610519004245181185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8610519004245181185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8610519004245181185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-room-for-baby-and-new-obsession.html' title='Make Room for Baby and a New Obsession'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S5hc3o8imfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TXzjH6KlgGI/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8946163350944253765</id><published>2010-02-18T12:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:58:41.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE snow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love the snow.   I have always wanted to live somewhere that it snows in the winter.  I know that my ideas of the snow are romantic ideas, and I am sure that if I lived where it snowed several months out of the year that I would grow to dislike it.  Well, last Thursday, I got my wish of snow.  I woke up to let the dogs out to go to the bathroom and was shocked to find everything covered in white.  It was beautiful!!!  I called Doug out of bed to come look at it.  I couldn't wait for Stone to wake up and see it.  I know he won't remember the year it snowed and snowed and snowed, but I wanted to see everything through his eyes.  We had a doctor's appointment, so we headed out the door and braved the cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stone and I went and ate lunch with Nonnie after our appointment and once we got home I let Stone stand in the front yard to look at the snow.  He wouldn't walk on the snow.  I don't think he knew exactly what to do.  He stayed on the driveway where there wasn't any white stuff.  Now, please don't judge me for not having a jacket on my child.  I figured that he was fine since he had a hat on and we lose most of our body heat through our head anyways.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LddIJhMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/hWMSY5Kn09s/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LddIJhMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/hWMSY5Kn09s/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439657263084700866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32Lc1vzdSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MCZVRgsHQcs/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32Lc1vzdSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MCZVRgsHQcs/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439657252513608994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LcvWnedI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IYmAQh3fLtI/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LcvWnedI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IYmAQh3fLtI/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439657250797353426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday morning, the snow had stopped falling, but it was still beautiful outside.  Stone and Daddy went out with a measuring cup and Stone came back with some "nose" (as he kept calling it)  in his cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LKl4PXwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/I5wImflNdLk/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LKl4PXwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/I5wImflNdLk/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439656939016380162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stone and I bundled up and headed down the street in his wagon to play with Hudson and Dena.  The boys played with sticks and Stone still refused to walk on the snow.  I put ziplocs over his feet to keep them dry.  He kept telling me no and trying to take them off.  We don't own snow boots or rain boots of any sort, so we had to make due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LKC5KlzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kVsy_iMCn8w/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LKC5KlzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kVsy_iMCn8w/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439656929625020210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LJ3oA_LI/AAAAAAAAAgs/u8zUUL4bNuA/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LJ3oA_LI/AAAAAAAAAgs/u8zUUL4bNuA/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439656926600297650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we headed home, I noticed that there was a little bunny nestled into the snow.  It was obviously trying to stay warm.  We were probably 3 feet away from it and it wasn't budging.  I think it stayed there most of the day, because I could see a little dark lump if I looked out our windows.  Poor thing was probably freezing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32K5a1rcMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XNOljiVhPc0/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32K5a1rcMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XNOljiVhPc0/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439656643995070658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32K5NuHHKI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sp17JALf6dg/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32K5NuHHKI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sp17JALf6dg/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439656640473668770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Stone played in the snow for a bit and then it was time to eat and take a nap.  It was a great few days and I hope that it snows this way again in the next few years, so that Stone can really enjoy playing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32K4jNQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JBnN_Kr-hfk/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32K4jNQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JBnN_Kr-hfk/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439656629061615266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8946163350944253765?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8946163350944253765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8946163350944253765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8946163350944253765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8946163350944253765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-snow.html' title='I LOVE snow!!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S32LddIJhMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/hWMSY5Kn09s/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-9176063439349779233</id><published>2010-01-10T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:53:40.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy after his Mommy's heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qSRIAH81I/AAAAAAAAAgE/lEDb9Mw9FHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qSRIAH81I/AAAAAAAAAgE/lEDb9Mw9FHQ/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425309524024619858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated my birthday in December and had some leftover cake.  I absolutely love cake.  Well a few days after we celebrated, Stone had eaten a really good dinner, so he had a piece of cake.  As you can see from the picture above, he REALLY enjoyed it.  He was picking up his bowl trying to lick it clean.  What a mess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-9176063439349779233?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/9176063439349779233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=9176063439349779233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/9176063439349779233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/9176063439349779233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-after-his-mommys-heart.html' title='A Boy after his Mommy&apos;s heart...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qSRIAH81I/AAAAAAAAAgE/lEDb9Mw9FHQ/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2533492777958847592</id><published>2010-01-10T20:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:44:53.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry LATE Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We really enjoyed Christmas this year.  I can see that each year will get more and more special as Stone grows.  I am excited to teach him that all the excitement is because we are celebrating the birth of our Savior.  This was definitely a more eventful Christmas than last.  He LOVED opening his presents, and each new toy would bring with it a 20 minute play session.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Christmas Eve service at our church and loved being reminded of why we celebrate each year.  After church, we headed over to Nonnie's.  It was snowing and super windy.  We attempted to get some snow pictures, but as you can see Stone was more interested in his animal crackers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qOBG6rrRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/L8QwoNmWDMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qOBG6rrRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/L8QwoNmWDMQ/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425304850808941842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also attempted to get a picture of my guys before we left, but Stone wanted nothing to do with being held or taking a picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qOA7dHTVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8vJQijBCEJM/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425304847732133202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas morning, we woke up at home.  I made breakfast and Nonnie, Nana, Aunt Kim, and Uncle Wick headed over to eat and open presents.  Stone didn't really know what was going on yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNhSi8nSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/X93Q8EKyfCA/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNhSi8nSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/X93Q8EKyfCA/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425304304174800162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNgz-jPhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5IUloiT1r-0/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNgz-jPhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5IUloiT1r-0/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425304295969078802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy boy in front of the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNOox5uqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0a7ctW_vMiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNOox5uqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0a7ctW_vMiQ/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425303983725591202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stone and Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNOGiV04I/AAAAAAAAAfM/FCvMVgIme-4/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNOGiV04I/AAAAAAAAAfM/FCvMVgIme-4/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425303974533518210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Wick bought Stone a "bolf" (golf) set.  Stone absolutely loves it and will run around the house with his clubs.  We are still trying to teach him to keep the clubs on the ground.  With some coaching he gets it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNNwXQf1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/x_27siZYPCc/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qNNwXQf1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/x_27siZYPCc/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425303968581451602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana and Aunt Kim bought Stone a Cozy Coupe.  He likes for Daddy to push him around the house in it.  Lately he thinks it is hilarious to put his feet down while you are pushing him, so the car stops.  He laughs and laughs at himself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the afternoon, we headed out to see the Tigert side of the family.  I didn't take any pictures.  I was all pictured out.  Grandma and Granddad bought Stone a play kitchen, which he really enjoys playing at during the day.  They also bought him his very own Home Depot play tools.  He can now really help Daddy around the house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were truly blessed with a great Christmas with family.  What a great way to celebrate the Christ came for each of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2533492777958847592?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2533492777958847592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2533492777958847592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2533492777958847592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2533492777958847592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-late-christmas.html' title='Merry LATE Christmas'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/S0qOBG6rrRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/L8QwoNmWDMQ/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1934460964369589079</id><published>2009-12-02T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:41:16.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>Stone has become quite the helper or should I say mimicker.  A couple weeks ago we bought a new crib.  It was a floor model, so it came fully assembled.  After realizing it was too wide to fit through Stone's bedroom door, Doug had to take it apart.  Well, Stone saw Doug working with the Allen wrench and screwdriver and immediately wanted to do the same thing Daddy was doing.  He must have spent 20 minutes "working" on the crib.  Love my sweet little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SxcklgbVfyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/vInrYQXnXFk/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410833704087289634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SxcklgbVfyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/vInrYQXnXFk/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tightening the screws into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SxcklMnmohI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZBE6FUylS50/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410833698770035218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SxcklMnmohI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZBE6FUylS50/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the pouty lips of concentration here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1934460964369589079?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1934460964369589079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1934460964369589079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1934460964369589079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1934460964369589079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/12/daddys-little-helper.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SxcklgbVfyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/vInrYQXnXFk/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8838748856563500575</id><published>2009-11-17T10:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:14:02.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like it's a...</title><content type='html'>GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be adding a precious little girl into our family towards the end of March. I am adding few of the sonogram pictures, although we didn't get many due to her lack of cooperation. We go back in for another sonogram in another month to try and get more accurate measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405106179355079026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SwLLbsG6cXI/AAAAAAAAAek/zL6mdBol5H4/s320/BABY+PICS+21+WKS_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is laying face down, you can see her spine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405106183176373010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SwLLb6V-wxI/AAAAAAAAAes/K7hhobC3qv0/s320/BABY+PICS+21+WKS_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of her foot which measures 3.7 cm.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8838748856563500575?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8838748856563500575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8838748856563500575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8838748856563500575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8838748856563500575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/11/looks-like-its.html' title='Looks like it&apos;s a...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SwLLbsG6cXI/AAAAAAAAAek/zL6mdBol5H4/s72-c/BABY+PICS+21+WKS_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1030809665786545155</id><published>2009-11-04T20:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:54:40.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Stone enjoyed Halloween this year.  Last year, he was only outside for about 5 minutes, before he started to get fussy and headed to bed.  This year he lasted for about an hour and a half!  He started the evening by looking that he neighbors blow up pumpkins.  He was mesmerized by them, and kept wanting to go see them.  We decided not to take him trick or treating this year, since he would have no clue what was going on, and we didn't need to candy around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400444906915036594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8B7G8_bI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SPIjXSn16rM/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year, we pulled up our fold out chairs on our drive way and passed out candy.  Stone loved eating the sucker that our neighbors gave him, and cried when I took it away after he was covered in sticky gook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8C69qnPI/AAAAAAAAAec/KRPdMEKlbOY/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400444924055952626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8C69qnPI/AAAAAAAAAec/KRPdMEKlbOY/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hudson came by in his adorable golfer outfit.  Both boys just stood their while we took pictures and attempted to make them smile.  Maybe next year we will get a smile out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8CsvEvxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lNtGFm6qXtw/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400444920236654354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8CsvEvxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lNtGFm6qXtw/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see from previous pictures Stone wasn't wearing a hat all night.  I was furiously working to finish his hat for his skeleton costume, and finally finished it about 10 minutes before we went inside.  At least we got some pictures before we headed inside for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8CU_MYOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LNlstlwwllM/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400444913861812450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8CU_MYOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LNlstlwwllM/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8CMBJSsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ausyQNN-6bg/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400444911454079682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8CMBJSsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ausyQNN-6bg/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stone's favorite part of the night was putting the candy in the trick or treaters bags.  He would stand holding a piece of candy waiting anxiously for them to walk up.  So glad he wanted to share.  Hope you all had a Happy Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1030809665786545155?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1030809665786545155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1030809665786545155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1030809665786545155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1030809665786545155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI8B7G8_bI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SPIjXSn16rM/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-782840989121236756</id><published>2009-11-04T20:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:42:18.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have we been???</title><content type='html'>We had quite a busy month of October.  Stone and I started the month with flying out to see my dad in Sedona, AZ.  It is an absolutely beautiful place.  Stone loved hanging out with his Pops, and I know my dad enjoyed seeing Stone as well, and maybe me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441098873267218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4kRDC5BI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rzbuUK4kQss/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stone and Pops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent hours outside on my dad's patio.  Stone became quite the soccer player.  He would run and kick the ball.  We were quite impressed.  He seems to have a natural knack for athletics.  I don't know how normal this is for a 17 month old, but he loves anything to do with a ball.  The funny thing is, that Doug and I aren't super big into sports, so he comes by this naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI49TfgV9I/AAAAAAAAAds/R23106Lsb0w/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441529026238418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI49TfgV9I/AAAAAAAAAds/R23106Lsb0w/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI48qHOArI/AAAAAAAAAdc/EjNK83mU9zE/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441517918519986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI48qHOArI/AAAAAAAAAdc/EjNK83mU9zE/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stone thought is was funny when we would run after the ball.  He would stop and laugh hysterically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4kik0YUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6vvDvXkq7qE/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441103578325314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4kik0YUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6vvDvXkq7qE/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather in Sedona was perfect.  It was chilly in the morning, but warmed up to the 70s by the afternoon.  Stone had to bundle up to go outside in the morning.  I had to add this shot, because it made me laugh that he was wearing his jammies, crocs, and had on his jacket and hood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441541683705282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4-CpR9cI/AAAAAAAAAd0/loS3g85N3Qc/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we are at the airport about to head home. Sleepy eyed boy, but oh how he loved to watch the planes take off.  He would clap and cheer every time one flew past the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Nana turned 87 in October, so my mom, Stone, and I loaded up the car to head to Corpus Christi to surprise her.  We did the same thing last year.  My Nana and Aunt Kim haven't seen Stone in about 4 months, so they were thrilled to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4j5G9GjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Amq11bnmfHI/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441092447214130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4j5G9GjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Amq11bnmfHI/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent some time outside blowing bubbles.  I love this sweet smile as he waited for the bubbles to be blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4SIiKRHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/M5o67L4TxjY/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400440787350209650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4SIiKRHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/M5o67L4TxjY/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed to the aquarium on Saturday.  I wasn't sure what Stone would think, but he LOVED it.  He wasn't too sure about getting close to the glass at first, but he quickly warmed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4R-j__eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ReqzVoDMhTA/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400440784673570274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4R-j__eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ReqzVoDMhTA/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We watched a dolphin show, which wasn't super fun to him, because you couldn't see them most of the time, but he loved going into the room that you could look at the dolphins swimming around.  He would run back and forth trying to see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4RrHQVQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sJYYDcibWFU/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400440779452732674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4RrHQVQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sJYYDcibWFU/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so thankful we were able to take both trips.  Stone was a trooper, and did great for the most part travelling.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-782840989121236756?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/782840989121236756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=782840989121236756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/782840989121236756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/782840989121236756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-have-we-been.html' title='Where have we been???'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SvI4kRDC5BI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rzbuUK4kQss/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6648663443636013132</id><published>2009-10-20T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:30:20.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacking Blocks</title><content type='html'>Stone loves to spend time stacking his blocks.  No matter if they are the alphabet blocks below or his building blocks, you can usually find him concentrating very hard on stacking them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/St5jkvm_teI/AAAAAAAAAck/kmhsezfF-PU/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394858886542898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/St5jkvm_teI/AAAAAAAAAck/kmhsezfF-PU/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/St5jkUTcI7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/lv_g-aK-U3I/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394858879213118386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/St5jkUTcI7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/lv_g-aK-U3I/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He gets them so tall at times that he has to stand on my lap to continue the stack.  I love his sweet face in the picture above.  You can tell he is concentrating so hard to get them to stay put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/St5jj76AGUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/z_dnWwFTVrc/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394858872663972162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/St5jj76AGUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/z_dnWwFTVrc/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a shot as they were falling.  Usually after one falls, he completely messes up the stack.  Oh what fun to have a boy that is so easily entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6648663443636013132?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6648663443636013132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6648663443636013132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6648663443636013132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6648663443636013132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/10/stacking-blocks.html' title='Stacking Blocks'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/St5jkvm_teI/AAAAAAAAAck/kmhsezfF-PU/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3027708778192862754</id><published>2009-09-17T13:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:27:40.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming, Biking, and Running...OH MY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labor Day was quite an eventful day for Doug. He participated in his first Sprint Triathalon!!! I am so proud of him for doing it first of all and finishing secondly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He started with a 300 meter swim (6 laps of an indoor pool).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9jMGLNKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/LHYciCl6vbE/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502548157183138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9jMGLNKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/LHYciCl6vbE/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he headed out in the blistering heat for a 15 mile bike ride. This part was a breeze for him since he already bikes 14 miles to work 3 days a week. He did have one minor snag during his ride. He ended up getting a flat and "crashing." Although the only thing to show for his fall was a slightly scrapped elbow and shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9ip_9-XI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qR_A2-xGKJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502539004344690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9ip_9-XI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qR_A2-xGKJ8/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came the really tough part since it was around 11 am, the 5K run. He definitely was one tired puppy as he crossed the finish line. We cheered him across the finish line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9iKolWFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/b6IMLGE0sK0/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502530584762450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9iKolWFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/b6IMLGE0sK0/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that night as I was wiping off the numbers that were written on him, we realized that since he hadn't put sunscreen on, they were permanently on him. It is a good reminder of his first, but not last attempt at a sprint tri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9hQ3fE1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/uz99d14K9WM/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502515078009682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9hQ3fE1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/uz99d14K9WM/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we rested that afternoon, we headed to get some ice cream. Stone has never had an ice cream cone before, so he was in heaven when Daddy shared his cone with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382504485315562754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ_T8kuTQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/oFzHv0Hy-Xw/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382504478238197202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ_TiNWRdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_Wv2jPj0u7c/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3027708778192862754?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3027708778192862754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3027708778192862754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3027708778192862754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3027708778192862754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/09/swimming-biking-and-runningoh-my.html' title='Swimming, Biking, and Running...OH MY!!!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SrJ9jMGLNKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/LHYciCl6vbE/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5192214274980496151</id><published>2009-09-03T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:49:08.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't I make a great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SqAdhKZGCQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2lbRb0-LnuI/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377330410642868482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SqAdhKZGCQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2lbRb0-LnuI/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited to announce that we are expecting another sweet baby Tigert on March 26, 2010!  Stone is clueless and Kimbralie is hopeful that it will be a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5192214274980496151?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5192214274980496151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5192214274980496151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5192214274980496151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5192214274980496151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/09/wont-i-make-great.html' title='Won&apos;t I make a great...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SqAdhKZGCQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2lbRb0-LnuI/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2512952398127816521</id><published>2009-09-03T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:22:39.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt a Mama's Heart</title><content type='html'>The other day, Stone woke up from his morning nap.  He was walking around the kitchen, while I prepared lunch.  Well, all the sudden, he came running up to me and grabbed my leg.  He wrapped his sweet arms around my leg, laid his head on my leg and started patting me, while saying Mama.  Oh my,  I was mush!  This definitely makes all the hard parenting stuff worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2512952398127816521?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2512952398127816521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2512952398127816521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2512952398127816521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2512952398127816521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/09/melt-mamas-heart.html' title='Melt a Mama&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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-1927514754778125777.post-4118107319560844074</id><published>2009-07-22T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:07:41.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Grandma Proud</title><content type='html'>Doug's mom has been teaching and playing the piano for years. A couple weeks ago, we went to their house and she bought him a little toy piano. Stone loves to play on it and listen to the music it makes. I decided that since our real piano is in his playroom, I would leave it open, so he could "play" it if he wanted. He figured out pretty quickly that it makes noise, and he loves to touch the keys. I am hoping that he will become a musician one day, just like his daddy. I think Doug is hopeful he will learn to play the guitar, so they can play together. For now, we just have his sweet little fingers on the piano. Maybe one day, he will become a great piano player. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361332051592763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SmdHGGoaWTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UcRAsPoc5Kk/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361332057311823314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SmdHGb78RdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Bq3QJTREHP4/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-4118107319560844074?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/4118107319560844074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=4118107319560844074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4118107319560844074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4118107319560844074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-grandma-proud.html' title='Making a Grandma Proud'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SmdHGGoaWTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UcRAsPoc5Kk/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1410777394544060239</id><published>2009-07-08T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:23:50.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Move</title><content type='html'>I guess I thought I had written about this big event, but apparently not.  Stone has been walking holding on to toys and our hands for quite a while.  Then one night, I turned to Doug and said it wouldn't be long before Stone started letting go and walking on his own.  Well, right after I said that he let go of the chair and started WALKING!!!  It was so exciting.  He is now all over the place, and he doesn't really care if you are in the same room or not.  It has been so fun to watch.  No major bumps or bruises yet.  He has fallen several times and hit his mouth on things, which in turn makes his gums bleed.  Then, we have to give him a popsicle to help with the boo-boo.  Maybe that is all part of his master plan.  I will try to post a video of him walking soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1410777394544060239?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1410777394544060239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1410777394544060239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1410777394544060239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1410777394544060239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-move.html' title='On the Move'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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-1927514754778125777.post-8589266553126152773</id><published>2009-06-22T09:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:22:32.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170606426635634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sj-f0fPLvXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zIfQi4YqJak/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sj-f0j2K8aI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NWIqBQPiKyw/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170607663903138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sj-f0j2K8aI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NWIqBQPiKyw/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Doug,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to let you know what an incredible daddy you are.  Kimbralie and Stone love to be around you. You can always make them laugh and you know just what to say to get a smile out of them.  I am so thankful that I was blessed with such a great husband.  You are a great example to both of them, and I am grateful that the Lord is continuing to mold and shape you into an even better daddy and husband.  I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8589266553126152773?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8589266553126152773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8589266553126152773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8589266553126152773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8589266553126152773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sj-f0fPLvXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zIfQi4YqJak/s72-c/IMG_1703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5803631937949614655</id><published>2009-06-17T22:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:09:02.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>We headed down to Wimberley, TX the first weekend of June for our 1st annual Keith family reunion.  We were all excited to get together at my aunt and uncle's house and hang out together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was really planned.  We split up cooking duties, so we ate lots of yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm7SCqCnPI/AAAAAAAAAao/KCcCZ7NHplU/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511951104417010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm7SCqCnPI/AAAAAAAAAao/KCcCZ7NHplU/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anytime we get together, we always put a puzzle or 2 together.  It becomes addictive and no one wants to leave the part they are working on for someone else to finish.  We have talked about having a race to see who can put a puzzle together the fastest by themself.  We will see if we ever do that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm7RJqGnOI/AAAAAAAAAag/Bs5Q3B7yozk/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511935803858146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm7RJqGnOI/AAAAAAAAAag/Bs5Q3B7yozk/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Aunt Joyce and Uncle Andy.  They made delicious chicken piccata, chicken marsala, and quinoa.  Sounds strange, but is very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm66GFrZHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4bO_HXp6IKM/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511539708781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm66GFrZHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4bO_HXp6IKM/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stone has become mobile.  He is walking on his own now!! (More pics to come later.)  He loves to walk behind his fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm650Fu3EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/W1Yea6KIW5s/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511534877170754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm650Fu3EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/W1Yea6KIW5s/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also started clapping while we were there.  He thinks he is so funny and is so much fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm65YUgytI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lWJmB2mZ8nU/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511527422970578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm65YUgytI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lWJmB2mZ8nU/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Nana is an incredibly talented painter.  My Aunt Kim took a picture of me and Stone back in April, and my Nana painted it!!!  It is beautiful, and I am so proud to hang it in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm6PIVjslI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Fh18t6tN_lM/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348510801577882194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm6PIVjslI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Fh18t6tN_lM/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first time we have all been together in a while, so we had to get a group shot.  Here is our serious one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348510806660488546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm6PbRWHWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xFu3hXKbFrg/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And here is our silly one.  I can't wait to meet again next year and get to spend some time together.  It always goes by too fast.  I guess time does fly when you are having fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5803631937949614655?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5803631937949614655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5803631937949614655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5803631937949614655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5803631937949614655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sjm7SCqCnPI/AAAAAAAAAao/KCcCZ7NHplU/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8249742094728289669</id><published>2009-06-09T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:18:58.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>We have already enjoyed having a neighborhood pool at our new house.  We have been down there several times, and Stone absolutely loves the water.  He just floats around in his little float or sits contently in our arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went last week with Melissa, Dena, Colton, and Hudson.  The boys had a blast.  Hudson went right into the little pool.  Colton stayed on the edge, and Stone floated aimlessly.  What a good time for them and us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58tFTrQrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BpXe8FHHSq4/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345346921696019122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58tFTrQrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BpXe8FHHSq4/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345347029940862930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58zYjQf9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/L-dw4kv7PjU/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58sz-CBfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xwC8ys4Va4E/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345346917041833458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58sz-CBfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xwC8ys4Va4E/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58sn52vMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2wYhNEQQKc8/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345346913803091138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58sn52vMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2wYhNEQQKc8/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1927514754778125777-8249742094728289669?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8249742094728289669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8249742094728289669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8249742094728289669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8249742094728289669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Si58tFTrQrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BpXe8FHHSq4/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-917473797610325625</id><published>2009-06-01T12:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:17:48.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have had a busy week around here. We have been in our new house for a little over a week. We are loving the extra space we have now. No more toys in the living room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a pretty low key day on Stone's birthday. We just hung around the house, went for a wagon ride, nothing too out of the ordinary. I thought I would share a few of the pictures from the day. If you look closely in the first picture, you can see his top tooth that has come through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342408698267533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SiQMZ-Exf_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/pUBXuoeN7Ks/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am sure he is yelling at me for singing to him. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342408707104472210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SiQMae_qfJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jHP-OPcxouI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ready to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love our crazy little guy! He has been such a joy to watch as he has grown over the past year. I can't wait for the many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-917473797610325625?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/917473797610325625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=917473797610325625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/917473797610325625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/917473797610325625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/06/belated-birthday-pictures.html' title='Belated Birthday Pictures'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SiQMZ-Exf_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/pUBXuoeN7Ks/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3284141789232170141</id><published>2009-05-21T10:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:13:33.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShWm-oRPpQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4pZHNKvwuDU/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338356528209437954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShWm-oRPpQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4pZHNKvwuDU/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am a few days before being induced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doug and I woke up and headed to the hospital at 6:00 in the morning to be induced. Doug drove through Chick-fil-a. He was hesitant to eat anything, because I couldn't eat. I reassured him that I wouldn't be too mad at him, and that he needed to eat something. We got into our room at Baylor Frisco, and the sweet nurses started going through a list of questions that I had to answer. They started an IV, which was extremely painful, because they couldn't find a vein in my wrist. They put the IV in my hand, and I hated that for the next 24 hours. Around 8 am they started my pitocin, and around 9 my doctor came in to break my water. Things were going pretty well. My contractions were getting increasingly stronger. I got to the point of being unable to talk and I had to completely focus on breathing through a contraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Around 11:00, I told Doug that I couldn't handle the pain anymore and they gave me some drugs through my IV. Let me just say that this did absolutely NOTHING. They also increased my pitocin at this time. So I was incredibly sleepy and in pain. Lunch was brought to Doug. The smell of the food made me extremely nauseous. I have informed him that he will have to eat lunch in the hallway with any future children.  Around 11:40, Doug gently told me that the drugs would be wearing off in about 20 minutes.  At this point, I was ready for the epidural.  The nurses checked me and I was a 6! After having 3 contractions, while they put in my epidural, it finally took effect. I began pushing at 2:30 and sweet Stone was born at 3:06. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We hadn't decided what his name would be, but about 30 minutes after he was born, Doug said he thought we should name him Stone Keith. My first words to him were, Hey Buddy! I was so happy to finally have him in our arms. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338356066984365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShWmjyEnj1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/Gj_YwfONP2A/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338356062487193170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShWmjhUaJlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8I-71UIinG0/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338356252954232786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShWmum3Sh9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/aF5ZCHzSVpg/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3284141789232170141?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3284141789232170141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3284141789232170141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3284141789232170141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3284141789232170141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One Year Ago Today'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShWm-oRPpQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4pZHNKvwuDU/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6519084368014554793</id><published>2009-05-20T15:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:09:38.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party Pics</title><content type='html'>I am just going to post some pictures from Stone's party last Sunday. I will write about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRqY85o8dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XZy4skIAAxA/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338008435238171090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRqY85o8dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XZy4skIAAxA/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRqYgIDnsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uR1g1exzKWA/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338008427514011330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRqYgIDnsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uR1g1exzKWA/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRqYXcdaMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ouWXWJOf-Rs/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338008425183668418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRqYXcdaMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ouWXWJOf-Rs/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRpydGj5AI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tr9SLGkWtZM/s1600-h/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338007773867402242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRpydGj5AI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tr9SLGkWtZM/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRpyKPz3kI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-o5SxS15lnI/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338007768805924418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRpyKPz3kI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-o5SxS15lnI/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRpx8FozeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/deOXm2o6eJU/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338007765005159906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRpx8FozeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/deOXm2o6eJU/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6519084368014554793?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6519084368014554793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6519084368014554793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6519084368014554793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6519084368014554793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-party-pics.html' title='Birthday Party Pics'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ShRqY85o8dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XZy4skIAAxA/s72-c/DSC_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3985300554670163283</id><published>2009-05-05T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:24:34.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Pouty Face</title><content type='html'>Stone went around a whole day with this sweet pouty face. Hasn't made it sense, but it sure was sweet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438225045058466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SgCgUC6Gc6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/VbeFVupxMXY/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438231549894578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SgCgUbI-X7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/khnoF0AoRLc/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3985300554670163283?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3985300554670163283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3985300554670163283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3985300554670163283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3985300554670163283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-pouty-face.html' title='Sweet, Pouty Face'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SgCgUC6Gc6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/VbeFVupxMXY/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1889208632411204185</id><published>2009-05-05T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:20:51.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SgCfm7e3EdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e3OLgWjFAVo/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332437449957642706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SgCfm7e3EdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e3OLgWjFAVo/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1889208632411204185?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1889208632411204185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1889208632411204185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1889208632411204185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1889208632411204185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-daddy.html' title='For Daddy'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SgCfm7e3EdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e3OLgWjFAVo/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6190861407554162395</id><published>2009-04-14T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:55:23.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime Pictures</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on here is a while. Craziness has hit our house. We decided a couple weeks ago to put our house on the market. We just wanted to see what would happen. We are in need of a slightly bigger house. Last Monday, it officially hit the market. By Friday, we had shown the house about 5 times and we had a bid!!! This wasn't supposed to happen this fast. Doug and I sat in the kitchen Friday night; the house was so quiet, and it made me a little sad to know that we will be leaving our house. I am excited to see what we can find in a new house. We close on May 20th. So, time is ticking! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would post some Spring pictures for you all to enjoy. We went to a bluebonnet patch a couple weeks back with my friends, Dena and Melissa, and their boys. Stone just sat there. The bluebonnets were as tall as him. No smiling pictures, but cute anyways.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606662950323826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SeTNjInVBnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MG6diVKMlwA/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606668042151954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SeTNjblUKBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8J7G68x9H4E/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606670062826002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SeTNjjHFMhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZoNVgkKV6qk/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"All Done"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6190861407554162395?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6190861407554162395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6190861407554162395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6190861407554162395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6190861407554162395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/04/springtime-pictures.html' title='Springtime Pictures'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SeTNjInVBnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MG6diVKMlwA/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2425624224632113406</id><published>2009-03-20T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:36:04.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>On Monday, Doug's sister, Susan, and I headed to the Dallas Zoo. I figured it would be a little crowded since it was Spring Break and the weather was beautiful. To our surprise, it wasn't too bad. We headed down after Stone's morning nap. We wandered around and looked at all the animals. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxXxM0yzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/anwYsQBwaGI/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315427744617909042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxXxM0yzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/anwYsQBwaGI/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relaxing in his stroller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kimbralie showed him the koi fish in the Children's zoo. She said he started giggling whenever he saw them. What a great big sister she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxX5A7EgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JwmXy3aBVKQ/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315427746715472386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxX5A7EgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JwmXy3aBVKQ/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxXVzen-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/axqzY8syjjo/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315427737263841250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxXVzen-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/axqzY8syjjo/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxFwehMPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kYay97mMd_U/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315427435186041074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxFwehMPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kYay97mMd_U/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last thing we did was take him on the carousel. Kimbralie wanted to take him on there, so we picked a zebra for him to ride on and strapped him in. He loved it. It moved pretty fast, and I was a little worried he would fall, but Kimbralie held on to him the whole time. He smiled and looked around during the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxF6-ohAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AWYgdDUMaDs/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315427438005093378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxF6-ohAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AWYgdDUMaDs/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We really did have a great day. I can't wait to take him back when he is a little bit older and actually interested in the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2425624224632113406?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2425624224632113406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2425624224632113406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2425624224632113406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2425624224632113406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-the-zoo.html' title='A Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ScQxXxM0yzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/anwYsQBwaGI/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1638243707441252562</id><published>2009-03-13T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:59:10.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the disciplining begin</title><content type='html'>So, I didn't actually believe that I would have to start discipling at 9 months.  Not my sweet little boy... Well, was I wrong.  We don't have many battles yet, but the biggest one right now is the dog bowls.  Stone thinks it is quite fun to play in the water.  While this gives me hope that he will enjoy swimming this summer, unlike last summer when he screamed immediately, I don't want his little hands in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night he was happily playing with some bowls and spoons that I had given him to pass the time, when he suddenly got very quiet.  I turned around to find him standing at Rylie's bowls playing in the water.  I told him no, and moved him.  He instantly went right back to it, so I had to take a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that night, we have had to constantly tell him no.  The funny thing is that after I tell him no and look him square in the eyes, he gets a big gummy grin on his face.  I know it will take time and this is just the first of many battles.  Oh how fun it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SbqPI9bK2NI/AAAAAAAAAVg/b3GdBYutN0I/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312716094527166674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SbqPI9bK2NI/AAAAAAAAAVg/b3GdBYutN0I/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312716095798102642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SbqPJCKLynI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sCXc5EFpfRc/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312716103704622898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SbqPJfnPtzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oSpZLMW9OKg/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1638243707441252562?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1638243707441252562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1638243707441252562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1638243707441252562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1638243707441252562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-disciplining-begin.html' title='Let the disciplining begin'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SbqPI9bK2NI/AAAAAAAAAVg/b3GdBYutN0I/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-292105117362240852</id><published>2009-03-04T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:06:14.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 month check-up and a Trip to visit Nana</title><content type='html'>Stone had his 9 month checkup last week.  He is growing so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are his stats:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 26 inches (5%) Apparently he is VERY short for his age.&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 18 lbs 14 oz. (25%)&lt;br /&gt;Head Circ: 18 1/2 in. (90%) And he still has a big head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny to watch him at the doctor.  He usually loves to play with the paper that covers the table, but this time he could have cared less about it.  He just wanted to be moving or standing up.  He had to get his finger pricked to test his iron, which was low.  He looked at the band-aid and tried to play with it and eat it after it was on his finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said he would recommend we go to an endocrinologist if he continued to be in the lower percentile for height, but he wasn't too worried about it.  We will see how tall he is at his 12 month appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6ycbO1PZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q3FFjN-b5f4/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309377212132441490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6ycbO1PZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q3FFjN-b5f4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6yb-9kEeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/b2FVpFG5FdE/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309377204543820258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6yb-9kEeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/b2FVpFG5FdE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Wednesday, my mom and I headed down to Corpus Christi to help my Nana with a garage sale.  We stopped in Wimberley on Wednesday night at my aunt and uncle's house to break up the trip.  We really enjoyed seeing Uncle Andy, Aunt Joyce, and Audrey.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed seeing Nana and Aunt Kim.  My Nana is such an amazing lady.  I just love to be around her.  She is absolutely in love with Stone.  She loves to see him and hear what he is doing whenever I talk to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6yQtAxSRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c81qH0sTiBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309377010746870034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6yQtAxSRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c81qH0sTiBQ/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday afternoon, we decided to take Stone to the beach.  It was super windy!  He wasn't quite sure what the sand and waves were all about at first, but he was soon mesmirized by the tide.  I can't wait to bring him back this summer, when he can hopefully walk and enjoy it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6x1dJuglI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eu55q7fV_vM/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309376542633001554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6x1dJuglI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eu55q7fV_vM/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet feet in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6x06chLVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/lqn2HMAcw9A/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309376533316578642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6x06chLVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/lqn2HMAcw9A/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6x0v3oZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/MLXubvv5zLE/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309376530477508578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6x0v3oZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/MLXubvv5zLE/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putting our feet in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stone did great on the trip.  Despite having a little cold.  He was happy and went with flow as usual.  I am so thankful that I am able to be at home now, so that I can enjoy time with Stone, and also go with my mom to visit Nana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-292105117362240852?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/292105117362240852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=292105117362240852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/292105117362240852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/292105117362240852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-month-check-up-and-trip-to-visit-nana.html' title='9 month check-up and a Trip to visit Nana'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6ycbO1PZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q3FFjN-b5f4/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5889640697343725479</id><published>2009-03-04T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:48:18.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimbralie is officially a driver!!!</title><content type='html'>We went last Tuesday to the DMV so Kimbralie could take her driving test. She had taken it three times already and didn't pass for different reasons. We think the grader had it out for her. ;) Well, she got in the car and started the test. I was so nervous, I couldn't watch her parallel park or drive away. She came back and after a minute of waiting looked over at me with a huge smile on her face. She passed!!! It has already made life a little easier with her ability to drive. Yea, Kimbralie!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309375318300121666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6wuMKBWkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jKts53A2qFc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5889640697343725479?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5889640697343725479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5889640697343725479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5889640697343725479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5889640697343725479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/03/kimbralie-is-officially-driver.html' title='Kimbralie is officially a driver!!!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/Sa6wuMKBWkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jKts53A2qFc/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-4329056235747062430</id><published>2009-02-17T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:57:06.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimbralie- The Daredevil</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was Kimbralie's 18th birthday!!  I can't believe she is that old.  It is unbelievable how fast time flies and she has only been in my life for 8 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimbralie has always been a bit of a dare devil.  She likes to do things that push the envelope and could have a small bit of adrenaline junkie in her blood.  She has always wanted to bungee jump.  So after a great meal at an Italian food restaurant with Doug's family and 2 friends, we headed over to Speed Zone and Zero Gravity over on 35.  They rode go carts for a little while, and then decided to go over the BIG rides.  I had to leave by this time, because it was getting cold and Stone was getting sleepy.  She went on a ride where they strap you into a big ball and it shoots you up in the air.  Then she wanted to do the free fall!!!  Yes, you heard me right.  It is a 100 foot free fall.  Then after that she bungee jumped.  I would say it was quite an adventurous and crazy birthday for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8eec2bfb8bed29" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D008eec2bfb8bed29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069257%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78B856E6826ACAF8E520002FEA7403628E3AA126.33DEC4F78562E5444B77CEA915016BCA487B3983%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8eec2bfb8bed29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw9FJKTKhDlw9UnN1w5O_2m9Mx8s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D008eec2bfb8bed29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069257%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78B856E6826ACAF8E520002FEA7403628E3AA126.33DEC4F78562E5444B77CEA915016BCA487B3983%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8eec2bfb8bed29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw9FJKTKhDlw9UnN1w5O_2m9Mx8s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday, Kimbralie!  We love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-4329056235747062430?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/4329056235747062430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=4329056235747062430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4329056235747062430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4329056235747062430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/02/kimbralie-daredevil.html' title='Kimbralie- The Daredevil'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6639780746683487259</id><published>2009-02-08T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:58:04.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY7-BmmfzYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mzX1K83u9EU/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453114956991874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY7-BmmfzYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mzX1K83u9EU/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has been going on this week in our house. Stone seems to be changing every day. I can see him learning and doing new things. It is so much fun to watch him grow. I tell Doug almost daily that I feel SO very blessed to have Stone as my son. I can't believe that the Lord would entrust me with such a precious and amazing gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stone and I spent some time outside with the beautiful weather. He loved to be outside and play on a blanket. Then he discovered that there was grass around us and wanted to touch it. When Stone was a newborn, we used to be able to instantly calm him by going outside. This trick still works. I am excited to see what that means in the future.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453109456994130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY7-BSHMf1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/NUKFRDfOm4o/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453108823075250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY7-BPwDqbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/r88RuIBQKFs/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has started to babble a lot more. You can hear letter sounds in there as he is talking. I can't wait to hear what his little voice will sound like once words start coming out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He also gets very excited when he sees someone that he knows or recognizes. When Doug comes home from work at night, he is instantly greeted with a HUGE grin. Stone will giggle and get so excited to see his Daddy. He also does the same thing to Kimbralie when I pick her up at school. He won't know that she is in the car and then she will turn around and talk to him. You would think that he hadn't seen her in years by his reaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Wednesday we had a huge milestone, Stone started to pull up on things. I decided to put the legs back on one of his toys that he got for Christmas, so he could stand by it. It was a hit. He would stand there and smile as he played. He was so proud of himself. Well, after that we had him on the ground crawling and he would start to attempt to pull up on the musical table. I can't believe how fast he caught on to pulling up. In a matter of a day, he was pulling up and being very successful at it. He only wants to stand now and play with his toys. Is walking in our near future?!?! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300454971959261970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY7_tseVuxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/svOCvtaV6Vo/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was him playing with the table on Feb 2nd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300455364891991826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY8AEkQzXxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/57yc2rgJRwY/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And here he is on Feb. 6th!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just have to add one more picture. Stone had some crazy hair for a couple days last week. It wouldn't do anything, but stand straight up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300456000754814674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY8AplCUDtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cROzgR5HfZY/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I do miss the sweet newborn stage, this is probably my favorite stage so far of watching Stone grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6639780746683487259?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6639780746683487259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6639780746683487259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6639780746683487259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6639780746683487259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/02/exciting-times.html' title='Exciting times'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SY7-BmmfzYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mzX1K83u9EU/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5104573672983649710</id><published>2009-01-23T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:29:26.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a way to brighten my day!!</title><content type='html'>Stone is so full of life when he wakes up from a nap.  When I hear him start to babble and coo, I usually give him a minute or two to wake up.  I can usually hear him in his crib hitting his mobile to make it turn on.  Once I walk into his room, I hear instant giggles and laughing.  He is generally propped up on his bumper or he has his head resting on it.  He is such a joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294510881589589810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnhmGSWdzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MvfiIXZAAoc/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnhmqrpo7I/AAAAAAAAATI/4xVmcfooZlg/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294510891359380402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnhmqrpo7I/AAAAAAAAATI/4xVmcfooZlg/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who could resist this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnhmd7dWZI/AAAAAAAAATA/fS6L_TZ5Fhs/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294510887936022930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnhmd7dWZI/AAAAAAAAATA/fS6L_TZ5Fhs/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5104573672983649710?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5104573672983649710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5104573672983649710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5104573672983649710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5104573672983649710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-way-to-brighten-my-day.html' title='What a way to brighten my day!!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnhmGSWdzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MvfiIXZAAoc/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6199979475024285708</id><published>2009-01-23T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:24:15.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with friends</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went to spend the afternoon with Jamie and Caleb.  The boys had so much fun together and Jamie and I enjoyed catching up with one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb got a wagon for Christmas, so we took the boys on a wagon ride.  It was a hit.  Caleb is obviously quite used to wagon rides, but Stone loved it.  He smiled and laughed a lot during the ride.  We clearly need to go get a wagon, since Stone enjoyed it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnga6blHkI/AAAAAAAAASw/PWmhAo042bE/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294509589916884546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnga6blHkI/AAAAAAAAASw/PWmhAo042bE/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXngaqRhQ4I/AAAAAAAAASo/DTOLoD49V6w/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294509585579721602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXngaqRhQ4I/AAAAAAAAASo/DTOLoD49V6w/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This is SO much fun!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6199979475024285708?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6199979475024285708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6199979475024285708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6199979475024285708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6199979475024285708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun with friends'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SXnga6blHkI/AAAAAAAAASw/PWmhAo042bE/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2910306254582572030</id><published>2009-01-11T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:11:06.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>Some recent pictures of our little sweetie pie! He is such a happy and friendly baby! We have been so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp7nfoPIlI/AAAAAAAAASg/FqN--ibv18k/s1600-h/DSC_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290176630735446610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp7nfoPIlI/AAAAAAAAASg/FqN--ibv18k/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to try these food holders that kiddos can chew on. We put a frozen peach in one and Stone loved it! He ate 3 peach slices and now he gets so excited when I bring one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp7moA1h6I/AAAAAAAAASY/yo8xAc8PKdo/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290176615806240674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp7moA1h6I/AAAAAAAAASY/yo8xAc8PKdo/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Feeding" himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp62XnD3eI/AAAAAAAAASI/21cDFFV8XgE/s1600-h/DSC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290175786769440226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp62XnD3eI/AAAAAAAAASI/21cDFFV8XgE/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He absolutely loves popsicles!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290175794665258386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp621BkfZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7xMpXuPPbFg/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;An orange mouth from eating his tasty treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp61u94jhI/AAAAAAAAASA/R-piFBkdj9g/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290175775859314194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp61u94jhI/AAAAAAAAASA/R-piFBkdj9g/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pops (My dad) gave Stone this shirt when he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2910306254582572030?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2910306254582572030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2910306254582572030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2910306254582572030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2910306254582572030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SWp7nfoPIlI/AAAAAAAAASg/FqN--ibv18k/s72-c/DSC_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8822583024413991548</id><published>2008-12-28T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:57:26.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with Pops</title><content type='html'>Doug, Stone, and I headed to Sedona, AZ to see my dad for a couple days at the beginning of December.  I was a little worried about the trip.  We were leaving at 6 AM!!  To my surprise Stone did wonderfully on the airplane.  He woke up as we went through security, and I thought he wouldn't go back to sleep.  We were able to bring his car seat on the plane, because the flight wasn't full.  I fed him as we took off and then he fell asleep for the rest of the flight.  He woke up 20 minutes before we landed!!!  Yeah Stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, we decided to try out a high chair.  Stone loved it.  He played with his toys and relaxed in the chair.  No more bringing in the car seat!   Doug and I are very thankful for that.  He is so big now, that it is nearly impossible to carry him in the car seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe7TzCwcqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2XfyfDKZm3k/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898636536246946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe7TzCwcqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2XfyfDKZm3k/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Sedona.  As you can see my dad has a great view of all the beautiful red rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe7TeLn2rI/AAAAAAAAARw/V4voFY22dy8/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898630936287922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe7TeLn2rI/AAAAAAAAARw/V4voFY22dy8/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stone and I in front of my dad's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe7S44o_GI/AAAAAAAAARo/LW1_OSPPlMI/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898620924558434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe7S44o_GI/AAAAAAAAARo/LW1_OSPPlMI/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we got in the car and headed up to see Montezuma's Well, and Montezuma's castle.  Montezuma's castle is old Indian ruins in the side of a cliff.  It is amazing to me that people once lived in these cliff dwellings.  I can't imagine climbing up ladders to get to them.  I would love to have been able to climb up into them and look around, but no such luck of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6WSTZ7WI/AAAAAAAAARQ/paEK1ZY3BBg/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284897579775683938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6WSTZ7WI/AAAAAAAAARQ/paEK1ZY3BBg/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montezuma's Well is a large natural spring in the middle of the desert.  There were cliff dwellings there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6WOUwfbI/AAAAAAAAARI/cmG9CnWg-5o/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284897578707615154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6WOUwfbI/AAAAAAAAARI/cmG9CnWg-5o/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doug and Stone at Montezuma's well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed our time out in Arizona.  Stone enjoyed spending time with Pops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6CMhKk2I/AAAAAAAAARA/hOOgVXgHsiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284897234625401698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6CMhKk2I/AAAAAAAAARA/hOOgVXgHsiQ/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plane ride home was great as well.  Stone was awake much more, but he never once fussed.  There was a 3 week old baby behind us on the flight!!!  I can't imagine that.  I purposefully sat next to them so that if she cried and Stone cried, it wouldn't be so noticeable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6B2vI3eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GpmBnysJfgY/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284897228778429922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe6B2vI3eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GpmBnysJfgY/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8822583024413991548?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8822583024413991548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8822583024413991548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8822583024413991548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8822583024413991548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-with-pops.html' title='A visit with Pops'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SVe7TzCwcqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2XfyfDKZm3k/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-4361625963160709346</id><published>2008-12-08T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:54:44.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces free...well almost</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I never posted a picture of Kimbralie with her braces off. She only got the top ones off, but is super excited to have that. You can't really tell she has the bottom ones on still. Nothing has been said about when the bottom braces will come off. Here is a picture of her beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277448176237206322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ST1DJ7km2zI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cyuqcyETdWc/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-4361625963160709346?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/4361625963160709346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=4361625963160709346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4361625963160709346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4361625963160709346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/12/braces-freewell-almost.html' title='Braces free...well almost'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/ST1DJ7km2zI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cyuqcyETdWc/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2784393948702635250</id><published>2008-12-07T20:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:55:51.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it has been quite a while since I have posted anything. I think it has been about a month to be exact! That is way too long. So many things have happened in such a short time. We had Stone's 6 month check up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are his stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight- 17 lbs 5 ozs. (50%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height- 25 3/4 inches (20%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head- 17 3/4 inches (85%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both his height and weight have dropped in the percentiles, but his head just keeps going up. :) I like to think that he is going to be really smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stone is now reaching up to us when we go to pick him up. I think we are in the beginning of weariness towards strangers, but it quickly goes away after he has given them the once over and his is their best friend. He has started to attempt crawling. He is up on his knees rocking, and if you put your hand behind his feet, he pushes off of them. He is no longer in his infant tub. He was much too big for it. So we have him in an in-between tub that sits in a regular bathtub. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257592152436786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyV0eh6sDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KY8veCaxp7Y/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves bathtime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sippy Cup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have introduced him to a sippy cup. He just plays with it mostly, and I hold it to his mouth for him to suck on and see that water comes out of it. Here are some pictures of his first time holding the cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257599295170370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyV05I4J0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/l-e2hOx4H54/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which end is up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257602832809650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyV1GUUPrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ka0CL507jBA/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe this handle tastes good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257606182632978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyV1Sy-fhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3YYVjD6-BLY/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It feels good on my gums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257617461655394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyV180Gt2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/sXWi04x0dL0/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Almost got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257953283295218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyWJf2OR_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/7F3ez0RpdQU/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Success!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you can see most of the water ended up on his shirt, but he is getting better at it. He is eating cereal now, and we are about to introduce veggies to him. We waited until he was 6 months old to start solids, because our pediatrician didn't think he needed the extra calories. I don't know why he thought that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepy Little Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About a month ago, I was cooking dinner and trying to entertain Stone at the same time. It had been a long day and I don't think a good afternoon nap had been taken. Stone was sitting in his walker playing with toys. I was singing to him which he was enjoying. He would fuss at me whenever I stopped singing. I looked over at him as I was singing and all of a sudden his eyes shut and his head bobbed forward. He completely fell asleep. I had to grab my camera and snap a few pictures before I got him out of the walker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyC9kfwtWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JnKOzgwWeOU/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236857651901794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyC9kfwtWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JnKOzgwWeOU/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Little Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyC9fIIynI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cg518aCqrQE/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236856210639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyC9fIIynI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cg518aCqrQE/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stone's first tooth!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone now has his first tooth.  I got a great picture of it.  I didn't even notice it was there until my friend, Kim, was feeling his gums and told me it was poking through.  Well, it is doing much more than just poking through now.  Doug used to let him chew on his fingers, but no more now that the tooth has arrived.  It hurts to have him chomp down on your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyCbMBpF-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YEp3TMUblJU/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236266967570402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyCbMBpF-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YEp3TMUblJU/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My first attempt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started to crochet.  My friend, Kelly, refreshed my memory on crochet, and I attempted my first project a hat for Stone.  I absolutely love little beanies on him, and what a cheap way to make them.  It is a tad on the big side, but he will grow into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255309253982626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyTvmEguaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YjGR1HX-Jx0/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2784393948702635250?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2784393948702635250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2784393948702635250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2784393948702635250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2784393948702635250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-up.html' title='Catch-Up'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/STyV0eh6sDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KY8veCaxp7Y/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1628427584858221699</id><published>2008-11-16T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:24:18.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of praying</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I found this on another friend's blog, and I loved the idea. I long to raise Stone to be a godly man. I want to help in laying the foundation of his faith. I love the idea of having specific prayers that I can pray over him when we are going throughout the day. I plan on writing these prayers/verses out and putting them all over the house, so that I can see them and pray them out loud for Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen prayer calendars, where you pray every day for a different quality for your children, and I love that idea. This is a different take on praying for your kiddos. I think the bottom line is that we just need to be praying. If you want to put the button on your blog, just click &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/11/seven-prayers-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1628427584858221699?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1628427584858221699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1628427584858221699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1628427584858221699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1628427584858221699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-praying.html' title='The power of praying'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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-1927514754778125777.post-7719132308891079129</id><published>2008-11-10T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:13:28.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SRiFovb_U4I/AAAAAAAAANU/NbhNLpFNbuY/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267106699184919426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SRiFovb_U4I/AAAAAAAAANU/NbhNLpFNbuY/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;My mom, Stone, and I headed to Canton on Halloween to enjoy the beautiful weather and look at the fun things out there. Stone was such a trooper and enjoyed the day. He just rolled with the punches as we walked around. I am so thankful that he has such a laid back personality. He loves to be around people and see what is going on around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent the evening at home. Doug and I dressed Stone in his costume and headed outside to pass out candy. We had the best seat in the neighborhood as we sat on the driveway in beach chairs and watched the trick-or-treaters. Stone enjoyed himself for about 10 minutes and then he was ready to go inside. He was ready for his bath, bottle, and bed. We were able to snap a few pictures of him in his costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267106704319226530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SRiFpCkGoqI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZY8l0f8g_1M/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267106721942369506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SRiFqENydOI/AAAAAAAAANk/CB1P4TbIWHQ/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267106728254640882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SRiFqbuwEvI/AAAAAAAAANs/QVWS6ItprxQ/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our little guy was done! Can't you tell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-7719132308891079129?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/7719132308891079129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=7719132308891079129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7719132308891079129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7719132308891079129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-little-penguin.html' title='Our little penguin'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SRiFovb_U4I/AAAAAAAAANU/NbhNLpFNbuY/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1955446185323670079</id><published>2008-10-28T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:28:14.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costumes and Surprises</title><content type='html'>We had a busy week last week. It started with a costume party with our church playgroup. The kids all looked so cute in their costumes. It has been fun to watch the kids grow and see how they can start to interact in some ways. Stone is always fascinated by the other kids in the room when we go. Stone dressed up as a penguin. Here are some pictures from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262279608803143842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdfbGd-MKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IkxITd5xbAk/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262279598671958466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdfagugkcI/AAAAAAAAALs/fMxwUDtXWns/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262279595351741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdfaUW6FJI/AAAAAAAAALk/S76IvlXDIDs/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then on Wednesday Stone, Nonnie (My mom, we were calling her Nonna, but figured with would be too confusing having a Nonna and Nana. Sounds too similar, thus a name change was needed.), and I headed out of town to surprise Nana for her 86th birthday! We stopped in Wimberley to stay with Aunt Joyce and Uncle Andy. Stone was such a trooper during the day, but a horrible sleeper at night! I was thankful to get home and have Doug take over nightime for a break last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Corpus, we decided to try some rice cereal. Our hope was it would give me a break, and Stone would sleep more. No such luck though. I think he is going through a growth spurt, because he seems to be hungry all the time, and I am starving all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdih5-fgBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LTydsl7V5bs/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283024243851282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdih5-fgBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LTydsl7V5bs/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Nana. She is looking down at Stone. We set him on her doorstep and rang the doorbell. When she opened it she was shocked to see Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283481298641154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdi8go2IQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bZWXsmr1lEc/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He loves his Nana. The whole time we were there, he would look over at her and just smile. She could make him giggle and smile instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283472155017506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdi7-k1gSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8nepehhTkGk/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283036723495154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdiiod3wPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qIwH2iLz57A/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stone trying cereal. He didn't quite master pushing it back with his tongue, but he would open hisd mouth when he saw the spoon coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283025892902338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdiiAHqBcI/AAAAAAAAAME/9a9DaUfh7rU/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nana bought Stone a jumper that you hang in the doorway. He absolutely loved it, as you can see from the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283664270644738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdjHKQxVgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/I6AmOrwg61Q/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also discovered that a water bottle lasts for quite a long time as entertainment for a 5 month old. When in doubt, give him a water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1955446185323670079?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1955446185323670079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1955446185323670079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1955446185323670079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1955446185323670079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/10/costumes-and-surprises.html' title='Costumes and Surprises'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SQdfbGd-MKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IkxITd5xbAk/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-3941135184111623168</id><published>2008-10-12T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:35:57.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer's Market and the Arboretum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, we had quite a fun Saturday this weekend. We had plans to go to the Farmer's Market with my mom. I have lived in Dallas almost 30 years, and I don't think I have ever been down there. It was a lot of fun. We bought some fresh fruit and tasted a lot of it as we went. I had grand plans of getting some pictures of Stone with the huge pumpkins, but of course he slept the whole time, which I was fine with since he hadn't had a nap at all. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458025751097090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SPKwuXmlLwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ue1zlE7fZGg/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some of these cost $120...Really for a pumpkin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Doug and I took a picture in front of the pumpkins instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458583238591602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SPKxO0Z9RHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NAbH9d41RFU/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We decided to head to the Arboretum since they have their pumpkin patch right now. The weather was so great, so we decided to head that way. Of course, everyone else decided that it was a good day to go as well, so it was a little crowded. Stone was such a trooper. He truly is an easy baby. He is so social and loves to look around and see what is going on. It is fun to watch him notice the trees and birds as we walk outside. Here are a few of our favorites from the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460716047572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SPKzK9vPnmI/AAAAAAAAALc/uX6t_7ZYszk/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sitting amongst the pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460710744064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SPKzKp-ygII/AAAAAAAAALU/5Q-DjxqTJOg/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460705687945698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SPKzKXJUQeI/AAAAAAAAALM/3uYOaMSpOIs/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mischievious little fellow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460699609947074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SPKzKAgNW8I/AAAAAAAAALE/IDo1Yga41l8/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-3941135184111623168?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/3941135184111623168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=3941135184111623168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3941135184111623168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/3941135184111623168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/10/farmers-market-and-arboretum.html' title='Farmer&apos;s Market and the Arboretum'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SPKwuXmlLwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ue1zlE7fZGg/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2447095497527164143</id><published>2008-10-05T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:42:26.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Tyler last Friday night with Doug's parents. Stone didn't sleep well at all. He enjoyed being around the family. He is becoming such a social baby. He loves to see what is going on and enjoys being involved in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then on Saturday, we went to a wedding of our friends, Gary and Emily. Stone was such a great baby. He stayed up until 9:30 and didn't even fuss until we were heading to the car. It was so good to catch up with old friends and to see two sweet friends get married. To add to a wonderful day, Stone slept from 10 pm to 5:30 am!!! A whole 7 1/2 hours. I was in shock when I woke up. Then he went back to sleep after I fed him for another 3 hours. Oh how I miss sleep, but it is well worth the sacrifice for our sweet boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253863586857436274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOl5GJj_RHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iw64-nzBOkw/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Our wonderful family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On another note, Kimbralie will be getting her braces off in a couple weeks. She is so excited to have them off and we are excited to see what only one year of braces will do! I will post her brace free smile once that happens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stone is finding his voice. He gurgles and babbles all day, especially as he wakes up from naps and right before he goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253865276452114786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOl6ofywEWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/p3M9SpSCAYc/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2447095497527164143?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2447095497527164143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2447095497527164143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2447095497527164143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2447095497527164143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-weekend.html' title='A busy weekend'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOl5GJj_RHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iw64-nzBOkw/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-877620005942117083</id><published>2008-10-01T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:48:11.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our big boy sitting up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLdmv-fKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qz-aDZeo6bY/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252335668666727586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLdmv-fKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qz-aDZeo6bY/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLGnQO0SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xtszs3DTDnY/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252335273665024290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLGnQO0SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xtszs3DTDnY/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLG2gaC-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/6Rf5s_oAAr0/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252335277759400930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLG2gaC-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/6Rf5s_oAAr0/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stone sometimes holds his own bottle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLHaTcf3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tBFtpl1cWKE/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252335287368712050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLHaTcf3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tBFtpl1cWKE/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-877620005942117083?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/877620005942117083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=877620005942117083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/877620005942117083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/877620005942117083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-are-some-pictures-for-you-to-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SOQLdmv-fKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qz-aDZeo6bY/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8634519730442310984</id><published>2008-09-26T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:56:47.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Stone</title><content type='html'>Stone had his 4 month check-up on Monday.  He is growing like a weed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are is stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 lbs 13 oz- (Wow!!  He is a little chunky monkey.)&lt;br /&gt;24 1/4 inches long&lt;br /&gt;Head circumference- 17 1/4 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he has a large head because is in the 80th percentile for that.  My OB kept telling me that he was going to have a big head when he was born, but at the 2 week check up his head was only in the 25th percentile.  Maybe my OB can tell the future, because Stone has a big head now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did really well with his shots this time.  Of course he screamed, but that ended shortly, and I didn't cry this time.  Yea me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night after I changed his diaper and his outfit after spitting up everywhere, I decided to see if he could sit by himself.  He did for about 3 seconds.  So I put him on the ground and after a few tries he sat up again!  I couldn't believe it.  We took a video of it, and I will try to get that up later.   I can't believe how fast Stone is growing.  I feel like just yesterday he came into our lives.  Before we know it he is going to be crawling and then walking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some pictures later today, but for now we are off to take a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8634519730442310984?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8634519730442310984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8634519730442310984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8634519730442310984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8634519730442310984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-stone.html' title='Update on Stone'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-7728071005869883209</id><published>2008-09-13T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:43:14.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been some time since I have posted. So this may be a longer one. Stone is getting so big. He loves to stand up and is started to dislike being held on his back when he is awake. He has started rolling over automatically when he is laid on his tummy. We still aren't sleeping through the night, but 4:30 isn't too bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our sweet friends Melissa and Colton thought Stone would like to play in Colton's exersaucer. Well, Stone loves it. He will only tolerate it for about 5-10 minutes at a time, but he gets so excited when he sees it. Here are a few pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245590887792089490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SMwVHr_fmZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gQ9-4tTbn-k/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245590889517668178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SMwVHya511I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/niMfq4_SypM/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I am not so sure about this blue seal that is staring at me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stone has now discovered that he enjoys chewing on fingers. Not necessarily his own. Mostly Daddy's. He will grab onto a finger and start focusing really hard to get it into his mouth. Poor Doug gets super slobbered while Stone chomps down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245591954704312178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SMwWFyjMJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/aS7YqAFVgTY/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yum! Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went over to Dena's last Tuesday to spend time with Hudson, Colton, Dena, and Melissa. We had a great time. I can't wait for all three boys to be able to play together. Right before Melissa was about to leave, Melissa was talking to Stone and Colton started patting Stone on the chest. Then he leaned over and gave him sweet sugars. Colton was so gentle and sweet to Stone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245593227976312178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SMwXP525BXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nOIP3HxD3UU/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245593236606295730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SMwXQaAcHrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VN3qfqDhP5o/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-7728071005869883209?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/7728071005869883209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=7728071005869883209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7728071005869883209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7728071005869883209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SMwVHr_fmZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gQ9-4tTbn-k/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-6521094591170296618</id><published>2008-08-23T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:07:10.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous little one...</title><content type='html'>Stone is famous, well almost.  When he was at his 2 week appointment we took pictures of him with our pediatrician (Dr. deVilleneuve).  My mom is their billing supervisor, and she showed some of the ladies our blog at her office.  Well, the office manager loved the picture so much that she said she wanted to use it on their new website.  So, he has made his big debut.  You can see his picture at &lt;a href="http://www.northdallasped.com/"&gt;www.northdallasped.com&lt;/a&gt; and then click on Dr. deVilleneuve.  There our little guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Stone rolled over on Friday.  I layed him on his tummy while I did some work at our church.  He is holding his head up so high now.  I walked about 4 feet away from him and when I turned around he was on his back.  He has only rolled over one more time since then.  So we are still working on it.  :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had family pictures taken today.  Thanks Beth for taking some great shots of us.  I can't wait to see them!  Stone cooperated so well.  He didn't fuss at all until it was time to go home.  He is fast asleep now and I am wasting time instead of cleaning house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-6521094591170296618?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/6521094591170296618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=6521094591170296618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6521094591170296618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/6521094591170296618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/08/famous-little-one.html' title='Famous little one...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8844628429365862411</id><published>2008-08-17T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:45:29.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend away with the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last weekend we went to the lake with Doug's family. We stayed in a really nice house and enjoyed time outside. The weather was great in the upper 80's and low 90's all weekend. Doug stayed until Sunday and then had to head home for work. Stone was kissed and snuggled a lot and we all enjoyed out time. Here are a few pictures from the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We rented "Mules" for the day. Now, don't think we road around on stinky animals all day. Mules are like 4 wheel drive golf carts. Tons of fun to ride around on the back trails through the woods. Kimbralie and Susan (Doug's sister) however, didn't find them so fun when they got a flat tire and had to walk back 45 minutes to the house. Then 2 days later they ran out of gas on the trails. Not much luck for them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stone with big sissy (Kimbralie) and Granddad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235479317482017890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SKgos1NrlGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z9tRZ6k9diM/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Doug about to go out on the trails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235479749726510690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SKgpF_czHmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qy7OD53ohwU/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Doug and Kimbralie taking a swim in the lake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235480597458006978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SKgp3VfvM8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/p7lk7BAUQr8/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; We enjoyed playing cards. As you can see Stone enjoyed playing too. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235481112793384610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SKgqVVRRBqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MSmNCffW6ik/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Stone was actually holding the card as Kimbralie held him over the table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235481544319091378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SKgquc1AwrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VH_ubSJNOdY/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; So tired after such a long trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235481866358180482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SKgrBMhHSoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/04hy0d__cz8/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8844628429365862411?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8844628429365862411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8844628429365862411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8844628429365862411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8844628429365862411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-away-with-family.html' title='Weekend away with the family'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SKgos1NrlGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z9tRZ6k9diM/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-7558729005840992941</id><published>2008-08-07T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:37:16.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little baby is growing.</title><content type='html'>Stone has been recently just hanging out with mommy during the day. He is growing and eating more. He is sleeping alot at night, but he does wake up once for a feeding. He does wake up a second time sometimes, but not alot. We feel very lucky that he is a good baby, and we really can't complain. He does do all the normal baby crying when he is hungry, sleepy, or wet/poopy. We are very blessed to have him. He is below just chilling on the blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SJvMpydNkEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Cq0Ia2qK0h4/s1600-h/big+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232000410411962434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SJvMpydNkEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Cq0Ia2qK0h4/s320/big+boy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like a dream that it was around two and a half months that we first brought him home. He is getting bigger everyday and becoming more expressive. When he is in his swing he will follow us with his eye some and if we sit by him as he swings he seems to be calmer. I love the picture below. Stones seems like he is considering or waiting for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231999546782755218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SJvL3hL9qZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WLUPwWlZa68/s320/bb5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is just a little boy that we have the awesome time watching as he gets a little bigger everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that he is doing his best impression of daddy watching TV below, but daddy doesn't suck on his hand that anyone has seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232001378545870626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SJvNiJCUpyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/malpOb_-LgA/s320/lounging+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we attempted to see how he would like to be in the pool. I think he doesn't like it to much. The water is probably a little cold, but we like the hat. And who is that good looking guy holding Stone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232002614546796930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SJvOqFf6EYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Mc274xpZNkU/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a. Daddy b. Inigo Mantoya c. Who (from first base) d. A captain from Deadliest Catch&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will be no prize for correct answer&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-7558729005840992941?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/7558729005840992941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=7558729005840992941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7558729005840992941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7558729005840992941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-little-baby-is-growing.html' title='Our little baby is growing.'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SJvMpydNkEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Cq0Ia2qK0h4/s72-c/big+boy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-4601445759966658046</id><published>2008-07-27T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:23:35.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Wimberly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doug here. I wanted to add a note myself. Jessica usually adds all the posts. We just go back from Wimberly Texas. We had a good time with family down there. Jessica cousin had a beach wedding in Hawaii and we all attended a reception when they got back. Now we want to go there. It really is a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Jessica having fun with the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912815056167410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SI1HAbIiofI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tPrKF7ADT4Y/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our time in Wimberly there never was a lack of hands to hold Stone. One pair of hands we were glad to see was Jessica's Grandmother which is Stone's Great-Grandmother. We all call her Nana. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227909188871315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SI1DtWis35I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5dTNAOha_28/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also. Here is my favorite picture of Stone and I so far. Jessica got this picture at the perfect moment that Stone smiled.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227909602083332450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SI1EFZ4H4WI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6zHD3AaAqUk/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to say a few words about his belly button. It is actually the lining of his stomach that did not close properly after the birth. It is fun to push on it... within limits. I usually say I am pushing out the poop. The gap is about the size of a dime. As mentioned in an earlier post it does heal naturaly with time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stone is so much fun to have and will get more fun the older he gets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227914858433972898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SI1I3XTxiqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fQyXgmeHNMA/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/1927514754778125777-4601445759966658046?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/4601445759966658046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=4601445759966658046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4601445759966658046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4601445759966658046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-at-wimberly.html' title='Weekend at Wimberly'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SI1HAbIiofI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tPrKF7ADT4Y/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2340504326229018383</id><published>2008-07-23T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:01:26.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk Duds and other random pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so you are probably wondering about the title. Well, Stone has an umbilical herniation. It started about a week and a half ago. His belly button was just slightly poking out. Well, now it is obviously much bigger. Kimbralie says that is looks like a Milk Dud. When we went to the doctor on Monday, Dr. de said it was no big deal. It should heal on its own by the time Stone is 4. Yea, that is right 4. Doug was a little bothered by this. He is worried that Stone is going to be self-conscious of his huge outie. I am not too worried about it. If it hasn't corrected itself by the time he is 4, then he will have surgery, but we are hoping it will self-correct before that. Here are a few pictures of our little guy with his Milk Dud belly button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226284740479166514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SId-SAtOKDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BrxI3B-91PE/s400/milk+dud+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Fast asleep in his bouncer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple other pictures of Stone that I just love. The hat he is wearing was a gift from his aunt Susan. It has little sock monkey ears and a picture of a sock monkey on the front.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226285463766992450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SId-8HKehkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/J2QFaqnrNOo/s400/mh2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Oh no, I am caught.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226285783866265714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SId_OvoF0HI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f4yUrj8WWb8/s400/mh3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet Stone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226286100611912882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SId_hLmI1LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S2V9g3HmGQk/s400/monkey+hat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey, I'm a little gangster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2340504326229018383?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2340504326229018383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2340504326229018383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2340504326229018383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2340504326229018383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/07/milk-duds-and-other-random-pictures.html' title='Milk Duds and other random pictures...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SId-SAtOKDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BrxI3B-91PE/s72-c/milk+dud+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-1097627082095855007</id><published>2008-07-21T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:11:43.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a way to celebrate!</title><content type='html'>Stone is 2 months old today!  We celebrated by going to the doctor and getting his first round of shots...Oh how sad it made the two of us.  We both cried.  :(  He was a real trooper though.  He stopped crying pretty soon after they were given to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting so big.  He now weighs 12 lbs 7 oz and is 21 3/4 inches long.  He is pretty average.  He is cooing a lot and giggling.  He stares intently when you look at him.  We absolutely adore his smile.  Today while at the doctor he rolled over onto his side for the first time by himself.  I know we are in for more changes just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-1097627082095855007?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/1097627082095855007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=1097627082095855007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1097627082095855007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/1097627082095855007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-way-to-celebrate.html' title='What a way to celebrate!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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-1927514754778125777.post-7336654269260990487</id><published>2008-07-11T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:11:24.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too sleepy to remember...</title><content type='html'>So I don't have any pictures to go with this short little story, since it all happened Thursday morning at 1:00 am.  I got up to feed Stone as he was starting to grunt and squirm...I got out of bed, got him out of bed, sat down in the rocker, and the next thing I know an hour and a half has gone by.  Now I have no idea if I ever fed him or not, but I decided at 2:30 to lay him back down in his bassinet.  Whether he ate or not, I have no idea.  If he didn't, well...he slept through the night then.  He fussed at 3:30, which makes me think maybe he didn't eat.  Oh well,  I guess he was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is going much better these days.  We decided that our little guy was a little sleep deprived from being on the go so much.  He is sleeping much better during the day and he sleeps well at night as well.  Now if we can just start to get our feedings at night to stretch a little.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.  Hopefully we won't have another night of not knowing if he ate or not.  Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-7336654269260990487?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/7336654269260990487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=7336654269260990487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7336654269260990487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7336654269260990487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-too-sleepy-to-remember.html' title='a little too sleepy to remember...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5105727422973638099</id><published>2008-07-03T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:33:21.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SG2ZddsMcrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sAL4rKEZ64M/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218996274657522354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SG2ZddsMcrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sAL4rKEZ64M/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the start of my sweet smile. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a while since I have posted anything. We are starting to enjoy Stone's smiles and giggles. He just this week started to smile as he sees Doug and I. Here are a few pictures of his smile...It seems to be very hard to catch on camera. Hopefully one day we will catch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218995709734667602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SG2Y8lMFxVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eUE0BEFf9FU/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Look at my dimple! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5105727422973638099?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5105727422973638099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5105727422973638099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5105727422973638099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5105727422973638099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/07/smiles-and-giggles.html' title='Smiles and giggles'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SG2ZddsMcrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sAL4rKEZ64M/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2534956815948531289</id><published>2008-06-23T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:14:18.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, last Wednesday Stone was one month. I can't believe how fast time flies. He is already looking so much bigger and changing. I weighed him on Sunday and he weighs 10.2 lbs. He is obviously quite a good eater. We are trying to stretch him now to every 4 hours instead of every 3 hours. I know he can do it, he just likes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Sunday with my mom (Nonna) for her birthday. We enjoyed sitting outside on the swing watching everyone swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGAQr7vNmeI/AAAAAAAAADg/T0CwBt2n468/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186715451169250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGAQr7vNmeI/AAAAAAAAADg/T0CwBt2n468/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stone cries real tears now, which you can't really see in this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just breaks my heart to see them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGARN4hrY4I/AAAAAAAAADo/erF7Q1MzuK4/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215187298704647042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGARN4hrY4I/AAAAAAAAADo/erF7Q1MzuK4/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just spending time outside. Stone loves to be outside. If he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is crying, he instantly stops when you step outdoors with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGAR3MAWWcI/AAAAAAAAADw/MN_VbY83gYU/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215188008308201922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGAR3MAWWcI/AAAAAAAAADw/MN_VbY83gYU/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGAQNAtfOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/WzcG73foMYM/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2534956815948531289?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2534956815948531289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2534956815948531289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2534956815948531289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2534956815948531289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SGAQr7vNmeI/AAAAAAAAADg/T0CwBt2n468/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-7727894906912757560</id><published>2008-06-19T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:34:03.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SFqJysc786I/AAAAAAAAAC8/t8tuifJEids/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a little behind in posting this. We enjoyed a relaxing day at home on Sunday for Father's day. We started the day by venturing out to church. This was Stone's first time to church. He made it through the songs, and then he started to get fussy, so I enjoyed the service from the lobby. Uncle Wick came with us and enjoyed holding Stone after the service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doug is doing great at being a daddy to a newborn. He is already a great daddy to Kimbralie, and now he gets to enjoy fatherhood even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SFqKPEjGDzI/AAAAAAAAADE/1akr34kG10w/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213631510158380850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SFqKPEjGDzI/AAAAAAAAADE/1akr34kG10w/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is that looking at me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SFqKPpwHv5I/AAAAAAAAADM/X1DLo6iBw98/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213631520145129362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SFqKPpwHv5I/AAAAAAAAADM/X1DLo6iBw98/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging out with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-7727894906912757560?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/7727894906912757560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=7727894906912757560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7727894906912757560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/7727894906912757560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SFqKPEjGDzI/AAAAAAAAADE/1akr34kG10w/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-866782455096932017</id><published>2008-06-09T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:03:19.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 3 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe our little boy is almost 3 weeks old. Time seems to be flying by already and I know it isn't going to slow down any. He is quite alert now, and is awake every day from about 9 am until noon. He just sits and looks around. He is settling into a little schedule. Here are some updated pictures of him. He is starting to grow out of his newborn clothes and can now wear 0-3 month clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3QOo_diII/AAAAAAAAACA/sUH2ZG1sQLY/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210049293877872770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3QOo_diII/AAAAAAAAACA/sUH2ZG1sQLY/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy and I just hanging out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3QhOPGktI/AAAAAAAAACI/QaoATRIHsAs/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210049613113234130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3QhOPGktI/AAAAAAAAACI/QaoATRIHsAs/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big yawns! I try really hard not to fall asleep, and I tend to fuss a lot as I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3RDvBQX2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/h0UKU1P-D8o/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210050206029078370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3RDvBQX2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/h0UKU1P-D8o/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pouty face. Daddy was trying to catch a picture of my smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this is what he got instead. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3Re2IRLGI/AAAAAAAAACY/afj2Ip5LFx0/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210050671794007138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3Re2IRLGI/AAAAAAAAACY/afj2Ip5LFx0/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enjoying tummy time. I am quite strong and I already hold my head up when I lay on my mommy or daddy's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3SjjKL0MI/AAAAAAAAACo/fhKA64O3o5Y/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210051852112744642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3SjjKL0MI/AAAAAAAAACo/fhKA64O3o5Y/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so afraid my paci is going to leave my mouth, so I have to hold on to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-866782455096932017?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/866782455096932017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=866782455096932017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/866782455096932017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/866782455096932017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-3-weeks.html' title='Almost 3 weeks!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SE3QOo_diII/AAAAAAAAACA/sUH2ZG1sQLY/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-4272118128219742021</id><published>2008-06-08T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:57:02.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Doctor's visit</title><content type='html'>We had our first check up at the doctor on Tuesday. Stone was quite fussy since it was well past his time to eat. He weighs 8 lbs 1 oz now! I know it is only slightly bigger than when he was born, but he already seems bigger. Dr. de was trying to calm him down as you can see in some of the pictures where he is sitting up. As he was talking, Stone slowly started to slump over and give up. Stone was very upset that everything wasn't coming to a stop so he could eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SEv_SPsbOQI/AAAAAAAAABw/mMOyv6s8rso/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538082899704066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SEv_SPsbOQI/AAAAAAAAABw/mMOyv6s8rso/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone and Dr. de having a little chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SEv_pZ6NUYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Nh_gcxpfA7o/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538480778858882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SEv_pZ6NUYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Nh_gcxpfA7o/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-4272118128219742021?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/4272118128219742021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=4272118128219742021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4272118128219742021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/4272118128219742021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-doctors-visit.html' title='First Doctor&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SEv_SPsbOQI/AAAAAAAAABw/mMOyv6s8rso/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-8782561164130143355</id><published>2008-05-28T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:54:33.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first meeting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had our first official Lipstick sisters play date. Well, the older boys played, while Stone slept. I can't wait until Stone is old enough to play with Colton and Hudson. I am so thankfulto have friends that have gone through all this before that I can ask questions if I have any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SD2AGdDtw2I/AAAAAAAAABY/oBJ8-ym8Cok/s1600-h/the+3+boys"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205457592677942114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SD2AGdDtw2I/AAAAAAAAABY/oBJ8-ym8Cok/s400/the+3+boys" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-8782561164130143355?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/8782561164130143355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=8782561164130143355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8782561164130143355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/8782561164130143355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-first-meeting.html' title='Our first meeting...'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SD2AGdDtw2I/AAAAAAAAABY/oBJ8-ym8Cok/s72-c/the+3+boys' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-5747799535215449993</id><published>2008-05-26T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:18:17.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Keith Tigert is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt9JdDtw0I/AAAAAAAAABI/NxctURfxwgk/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204891395729244994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt9JdDtw0I/AAAAAAAAABI/NxctURfxwgk/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stone made his entrance into the world on May 21st at 3:06 PM. We were so excited to finally meet him. He is a great baby! He weighed 7 lbs. 10 ozs. and was 19 in. long. He was jaundice, so he has spent the last couple days on a bili blanket. He spent the last night at the hospital under a light to reduce his jaundice even more. We came home on Saturday, and we have settled in nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt8a9DtwzI/AAAAAAAAABA/yncB5WoNoi0/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204890596865327922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt8a9DtwzI/AAAAAAAAABA/yncB5WoNoi0/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt9YNDtw1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9N30MI-WrAA/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204891649132315474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt9YNDtw1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9N30MI-WrAA/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-5747799535215449993?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/5747799535215449993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=5747799535215449993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5747799535215449993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/5747799535215449993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/05/stone-keith-tigert-is-here.html' title='Stone Keith Tigert is here!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt9JdDtw0I/AAAAAAAAABI/NxctURfxwgk/s72-c/DSC_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2761524262203325493</id><published>2008-05-19T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:03:51.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doug's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;May will be a busy month for us. Doug graduated on May 10th from UT Dallas. I am so proud of all his hard work over the past 3 1/2 years. I can't believe that we are done with that chapter of our life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He starts his new job on June 2nd at Intervoice. He is very excited about starting, but is looking forward to being at home for a couple weeks with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDI2e0zQq_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/hta_ntCZeho/s1600-h/Bentley+and+Doug+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt5-tDtwyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6XbASghv4uw/s1600-h/Bentley+and+Doug+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204887912510767906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt5-tDtwyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6XbASghv4uw/s400/Bentley+and+Doug+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDI2e0zQq_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/hta_ntCZeho/s1600-h/Bentley+and+Doug+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2761524262203325493?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2761524262203325493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2761524262203325493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2761524262203325493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2761524262203325493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/05/dougs-big-day.html' title='Doug&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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://bp0.blogger.com/_qUkWHnKFY5c/SDt5-tDtwyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6XbASghv4uw/s72-c/Bentley+and+Doug+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1927514754778125777.post-2634945987144173777</id><published>2008-05-19T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:00:30.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!!!</title><content type='html'>So, this is my attempt at keeping everyone up to date as our little one arrives. We are all so excited for our little boy to get here and to be able to see him. I have enjoyed holding him for the past 9 months, but I can't wait for Doug and Kimbralie to be able to hold him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little nervous about the whole process that is about to happen in a couple days. We will be going to the doctor tomorrow, Tuesday, afternoon to see if I will be admitted into the hospital on Tuesday night or Wednesday!!! I can't believe that our son will be here in just a few days. I can't wait to share pictures of him with you. Stay tuned to see what happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1927514754778125777-2634945987144173777?l=tigerttales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/feeds/2634945987144173777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1927514754778125777&amp;postID=2634945987144173777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2634945987144173777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1927514754778125777/posts/default/2634945987144173777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerttales.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!!!'/><author><name>Tigert Tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666841409957547838</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>
