tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15569846259662419712024-03-14T00:14:45.185-06:00Princess BrianaWelcome to the craziness that is my life with my 4 year old. I'm 100% convinced she should be a comedian. She constantly has me giggling.Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-7136754713624545712010-08-25T20:34:00.001-06:002010-08-25T20:35:29.467-06:00My baby is a kindergartener! :(<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So today was the first day of school and my baby is in kindergarten! How does that happen? How do they grow up so freaking fast? I was very proud of her, but more of myself because I held in my tears until I got to the car to go to work! She was so excited to start and it didn't phase her at all to go to a new place and meet new people! I'm pretty dang proud of the little girl she's grown up to be so far!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So here she is at home before we left. She was over the pictures before they even began! lol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just *had* to take a picture of her when she turned around because her backpack is almost as big as she is! It's absolutely adorable and I love it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXLHJmbA8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ec418I_O92Q/s1600/Various+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXLHJmbA8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ec418I_O92Q/s320/Various+024.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here she is next to the sign at the school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXKt3E8XTI/AAAAAAAAANU/gyTItgepw9w/s1600/Various+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXKt3E8XTI/AAAAAAAAANU/gyTItgepw9w/s320/Various+025.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Close up of her by the school sign.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXKYFkJ5WI/AAAAAAAAANM/4Es_YYp7WlY/s1600/Various+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXKYFkJ5WI/AAAAAAAAANM/4Es_YYp7WlY/s320/Various+026.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is her in her classroom at her seat. She was so over it by this point!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXKBLMD8NI/AAAAAAAAANE/2hogDYmQmzM/s1600/Various+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/THXKBLMD8NI/AAAAAAAAANE/2hogDYmQmzM/s320/Various+027.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I picked her up after school, the teacher said she got pretty tired around 2:00. At daycare, they would eat lunch at 11:30, then have naptime after that until 2:00. Although she usually doesn't take a nap on the weekends. So we are going to have to adjust bedtime a bit to make up for not having a nap during the week as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was very excited and said they went to the music room and got to sing. And she was very proud of the fact that she ate her whole lunch except her strawberries! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am very thankful that her teacher seems to be super nice so far and it seems like she is going to enjoy it! </div>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-71429163594610223292010-07-03T10:41:00.000-06:002010-07-03T10:41:53.552-06:00Ballet!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So tonight was a rehearsal for Briana's ballet recital that is in August. It was so cute! And she did so good!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Tonight we were watching Nick Jr. and one of the "commercials" that comes on between shows was a child singing about his/her (I wasn't actually watching, just listening so I'm not sure if it was a boy or a girl) favorite places.<br />
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So as the kid is singing about all his/her favorite places...the beach, the swimming pool, etc., the following conversation occurs:<br />
Briana: "My favorite place is here!" <br />
Me: "Your favorite place is home?" <br />
Briana: "Yep!" <br />
Me: "Why is home your favorite place?"<br />
Briana: "Because you're here Mommy."<br />
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I think my heart melted all over the floor. Man, I don't think it's possible to love this kid any more than I already do. Seriously, I am so blessed to have her in my life and to be her mother.Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-73073654546064010362010-04-02T16:25:00.000-06:002010-04-02T16:25:25.793-06:00Where the Easter Bunny LivesSo I'm sitting at work talking to one of my co-workers and my phone rings. It's my parents' number so I answer since my mom went to pick Briana up from daycare today.<br />
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It's my dad and he tells me that Briana has a question for me. So Briana gets on the phone and this is how the conversation goes.<br />
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Briana: "Where does the Easter Bunny live?"<br />
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Me: "Um, uh, that's a good question. I don't know where he lives."<br />
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I think for a minute....then say<br />
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Me: "I think he lives at the North Pole with Santa."<br />
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By this time she had given the phone back to my dad. So my dad says that Briana asked my mom this very question in the car on the way home from daycare. When my mom told her she didn't know, she told my mom they'd ask Pepa (my dad) when they got home. When my dad didn't know, she said she would ask Mommy, hence the phone call. <br />
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I was so not prepared for that question. I guess I should start figuring out where the Tooth Fairy lives so I can tell her that when she asks that one huh?Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-23008359183044171872010-03-22T20:23:00.000-06:002010-03-22T20:23:26.840-06:00Smell my Ball!This conversation brought to you by the end of the evening, tired enduced silliness.<br />
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Briana: Mom, smell my ball.<br />
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Me: Sniffs ball. Why does it stink?<br />
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Briana: Because I've been sitting on it. I think I farted on it. <br />
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She then breaks out into the giggles while I'm giving her the side eye. <br />
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I love the super tired silliness.<br />
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And I love the fact that farting enduces endless amounts of giggles out of my kid!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-19398364660956100842010-03-13T22:12:00.000-07:002010-03-13T22:12:27.316-07:00Snowman, er....snow fireman making...er snow motorcycle making.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So we got snow last weekend and it was perfect for making a snowman. It was nice and wet and stuck together well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The only hat we had for it was a plastic fireman's hat so it ended up being a snow fireman.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As soon as we finished taking the pictures of her with the snow fireman, she promptly knocked it down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then she put the "arms" in the front of it and put more snow on it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The result was this fabulous snow motorcycle!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We had so much fun playing in the snow!</div>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-89628488511213026272010-01-18T21:04:00.002-07:002010-01-18T21:08:05.598-07:00The Moon is Broke...and Following Us!In case you haven't noticed, the moon is just a tiny sliver right now. So we were at my parents' house and Briana saw the moon out the front window of the car on our way home.<br /><br />"Mommy, the moon is broken."<br /><br />"No it's not, it's supposed to be that way."<br /><br />"No it's not. It's broken."<br /><br />"Ok. If you say so."<br /><br />"Mommy, the moon is following us. I don't like when the moon follows us."<br /><br />It's not following us."<br /><br />"Yes it is. It's following us and I don't like when it follows us."<br /><br />"Sorry, I don't know what to tell you."<br /><br />I love this kid!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-57221301706828239612010-01-17T16:25:00.003-07:002010-01-17T16:30:11.029-07:00Princess Briana cracks me up sometimes!So the other day we were downstairs watching tv and she asked if she could go upstairs and watch a movie. I told her she could go upstairs but that she didn't need the tv on yet, that I would turn it on later. So she goes upstairs and I stay downstairs. I thought I heard her hollering for me a couple of times, but she never came out of her room to get me so I didn't really think anything of it.<br /><br />Then, I hear her door open. I mute the tv to see if I can hear what she's doing....you know, kids have a knack for getting into trouble so I was alert and ready for it.<br /><br />Then I hear this....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Mom! What is going on with you?" come from the top of the stairs.<br /><br />Um whut? LOL!<br /><br />She comes downstairs and I say "What do you mean what's going on with me?"<br /><br />And she says, all exasperated like, "Can I watch my movie now?"<br /><br />I still don't know why I thought this was so funny. And I'm sure you don't find it funny, but I laughed for a good 5 minutes after that. <br /><br />Oh to be a 4 year old again!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-77451773752462158432010-01-17T16:02:00.009-07:002010-01-17T16:24:41.883-07:00It's been awhile since I've updated, sorry about that. Sometimes life just gets in the way.<br /><br />I really hope that everyone had a great holiday season and that 2010 has started off great for everyone.<br /><br />I have just a brief recap of our Christmas for you so enjoy!<br /><br />Santa was pretty good to Princess Briana this year!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1ObwDzewqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QLyIoX2MzZk/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1ObwDzewqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QLyIoX2MzZk/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427853225868837538" /></a><br />The look on her face when she saw her kitchen was priceless!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1ObWfkdvuI/AAAAAAAAALs/z080OuVYFDE/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1ObWfkdvuI/AAAAAAAAALs/z080OuVYFDE/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427852786645450466" /></a><br />She was super excited about the Spongebob, Patrick, and Bullseye that Santa put in her stocking!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1Oa5y_Eq5I/AAAAAAAAALk/C0Xcca-frhs/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1Oa5y_Eq5I/AAAAAAAAALk/C0Xcca-frhs/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427852293641120658" /></a><br />She was a mad woman when she was unwrapping her presents! She didn't waste any time!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OagOoeXBI/AAAAAAAAALc/zYvelG9I_RU/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OagOoeXBI/AAAAAAAAALc/zYvelG9I_RU/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427851854385929234" /></a><br />My little chef! The chef's hat that came with the apron didn't fit...it was too small! :( Oh well, she is still cute in just the apron! And she loves her kitchen!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OaBDM8LJI/AAAAAAAAALU/VNdWZVOgHbA/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OaBDM8LJI/AAAAAAAAALU/VNdWZVOgHbA/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427851318741707922" /></a><br />My sister came to town so we went to my parents' house for most of the day!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OZj3bOetI/AAAAAAAAALM/zhPk0DN7zcI/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OZj3bOetI/AAAAAAAAALM/zhPk0DN7zcI/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427850817364196050" /></a><br />She got a sleeping bag from mommy and Andy and a tent from Andy's parents so we let her sleep in her new sleeping bag in the tent for the night! She loved it and was super sad when we took the tent down the next day!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OXqvPV_1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/pI5Tzl3i-GY/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OXqvPV_1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/pI5Tzl3i-GY/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427848736402702162" /></a><br />This is how she finished what couldn't have been a better Christmas!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OXLL26wOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EcpLx1uFGik/s1600-h/2009_1225Christmas20090093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/S1OXLL26wOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EcpLx1uFGik/s320/2009_1225Christmas20090093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427848194329067746" /></a>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-41893950927496786372009-12-01T15:37:00.002-07:002009-12-01T15:40:38.845-07:00Thank you Santa!So Princess Briana and I went to Target on Sunday to get replacement light bulbs for our outside lights and to get a rolling pin for when we start our Christmas baking. We were walking by the cards on our way to get the rolling pin and this is how our conversation went...<br /><br />Briana: "Mommy, we need to get a thank you card."<br /><br />Me: "Oh we do huh? For who?"<br /><br />Briana: "For Santa!"<br /><br />Awwwww.....isn't that just the sweetest thing? She wants to get a thank you card to give to Santa after he brings her presents. <br /><br />I seriously love this kid!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-43255257605371133682009-11-24T11:17:00.003-07:002009-11-24T12:59:04.699-07:00Prayers and ThanksgivingOne of my friends, Aimee, and her husband, Mike, will be spending Thanksgiving in the hospital. Mike is ill and won't be released for a few more days. Mike's parents are also in town for the holiday. We do not want them to have to cook or to endure hospital food for Thanksgiving. We have set up a paypal account for donations to order them a Thanksgiving meal from Mimi's (<a href="http://www.mimiscafe.com/PDF/HolidayFeast.pdf">http://www.mimiscafe.com/PDF/HolidayFeast.pdf</a>). If you would like to donate money, please click the button below.<br /><br />I would also like to request that you all say a prayer for Aimee and Mike for a speedy recovery!<br /><br />Thank you all so much and have a Happy Thanksgiving!<br /><br /><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"> <input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="9971330"> <input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"> <img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1"> </form>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-29656049738511641882009-11-12T18:38:00.017-07:002009-11-12T22:20:37.950-07:00Christmas is a comin'!I know it's been awhile since I've posted an update....I apologize! We have been very busy with life in general. Briana started ballet and is the cutest ballerina I've ever seen, but then, I'm a little biased!<br /><br />It's that time of year again. You know, that time of year when every commercial that come on the tv results in a chorus of "Mom, I want that for Christmas!", or "Mom, you should get that for me for Christmas!", or "Mom, I love that movie! You should get it for me for Christmas!". Little does she know that I only have two more things to get her for Christmas, along with her stocking stuffers... and all of what I got her isn't anything that she has said she wants. But I'm 100% sure she is going to love what I got her!<br /><br />Yesterday, we went to Portrait Innovations to get our Christmas pictures taken. For those of you that don't know about our history of taking pictures at Sears, let me just take you on a short little picture montage trip of how our picture sessions at Sears unually end up.<br /><br />We always take the group pictures first. And as you can see, my little angel is happy and smiling just perfectly!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403411898878220962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzGflfBWqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AfiHwc8tvKc/s320/s42371ca114855_10_3.jpg" /><br /><div>Then we do the pictures of her and me together. She also does quite well with these too.</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403411891949473122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzGfLrFDWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zww9R6WZL3I/s320/s42371ca114855_9_6.jpg" /> Then come the pictures of Briana by herself. The first one always has to be a picture where we catch her off guard. Not to shabby right? <div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403409997828123106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzEw7hW6eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1VBTByw30XY/s320/s42371ca114855_1_5.jpg" /> Then we get the "I'm not quite sure if I should cry or not" picture. <div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403409988611358898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzEwZL6QLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/w5OJacSFIWs/s320/s42371ca114855_3.jpg" /> Then she finally decides that yes, she should, in fact, be crying. So she does. And so ends our picture sessions. <div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403409981484487042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzEv-ou0YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/p7RLnwtLUZ4/s320/s42371ca114855_2.jpg" /> Now for our picture session at Portrait Innovations. Like always, we started with the group pictures. She did great with these ones like always!</div><div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDCUOpBDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i5MT1j_aunM/s1600-h/0015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403408097495024690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDCUOpBDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i5MT1j_aunM/s320/0015.jpg" /></a> Then we took the pictures of her and I. Once again, she did great with these! <div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDBzGsZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/iFCnIgBktlU/s1600-h/0024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403408088603322274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDBzGsZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/iFCnIgBktlU/s320/0024.jpg" /></a> Now, I will let the following photo montage do the rest of the talking. You can be the judge of how the rest of the shoot went! <div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDBo6q9xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kJYgulpt-kE/s1600-h/0028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403408085868541714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDBo6q9xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kJYgulpt-kE/s320/0028.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDBWdJ54I/AAAAAAAAAI8/h1yzIBiw0IA/s1600-h/0031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403408080912902018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzDBWdJ54I/AAAAAAAAAI8/h1yzIBiw0IA/s320/0031.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB5ODLsNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qw2hORjbPEE/s1600-h/0032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406841705902290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB5ODLsNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qw2hORjbPEE/s320/0032.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB47K66tI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iEyJwdF-sQI/s1600-h/0034.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406836638083794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB47K66tI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iEyJwdF-sQI/s320/0034.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB4jrSH0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/lTxt_tn0sQc/s1600-h/0036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406830331371330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB4jrSH0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/lTxt_tn0sQc/s320/0036.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB4RmwSLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_MTAW9bmhhk/s1600-h/0039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406825480538290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzB4RmwSLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_MTAW9bmhhk/s320/0039.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBfgJHrHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/H4YKeqYPG4Y/s1600-h/0043.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406399886044274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBfgJHrHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/H4YKeqYPG4Y/s320/0043.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBfZKE8bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6pn81Dhzg0A/s1600-h/0045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406398011011506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBfZKE8bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6pn81Dhzg0A/s320/0045.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBfHkbHcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/utPB8krIsU8/s1600-h/0046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406393289678274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBfHkbHcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/utPB8krIsU8/s320/0046.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBIn0PEoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3Id8w3Pgvp0/s1600-h/0047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406006808941186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBIn0PEoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3Id8w3Pgvp0/s320/0047.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBIUBml2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/uL6gY6-gEJs/s1600-h/0049.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406001496299362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBIUBml2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/uL6gY6-gEJs/s320/0049.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBIPar2VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cwvNn0t7NoU/s1600-h/0057.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406000259324242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzBIPar2VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cwvNn0t7NoU/s320/0057.jpg" /></a></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzA1qYwMLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/w517OHEDFcI/s1600-h/0083.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403405681081462962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzA1qYwMLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/w517OHEDFcI/s320/0083.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzA1bHoedI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tE_TD0l4CGw/s1600-h/0074.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403405676983122386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzA1bHoedI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tE_TD0l4CGw/s320/0074.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzA1ALCEMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7kWYPJhj6JU/s1600-h/0078.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403405669749625026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzA1ALCEMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7kWYPJhj6JU/s320/0078.jpg" /></a> <div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzAUlPMJPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fZPryBJzwBw/s1600-h/0063.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403405112763491570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzAUlPMJPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fZPryBJzwBw/s320/0063.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzAUTZ1-pI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hpjIn10957A/s1600-h/0067.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403405107976338066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SvzAUTZ1-pI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hpjIn10957A/s320/0067.jpg" /></a> I don't know about you, but I think we will be taking all future pictures at Portrait Innovations!<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-56706693169771959922009-09-29T21:24:00.002-06:002009-09-29T21:26:54.449-06:00I Love You!So Briana has been in bed for 25 minutes now. About 10 minutes ago she hollered at me so I went up to her room to see what she wanted. This is how the conversation went.<br /><br />Me: "What baby?"<br /><br />Briana: "I love you."<br /><br />Me: "Is that all you wanted?"<br /><br />Briana: "Yes."<br /><br />Me: "I love you too. Good night boo."<br /><br />Briana: "Good night mommy."<br /><br />My heart melted right then and there!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-16915544453826392692009-09-27T17:12:00.002-06:002009-09-27T17:14:12.227-06:00Hide and SeekBriana: "Let's play hide and seek. I'll go hide under Pepa's covers!"<br /><br />Me: Laughing too hard to comment.<br /><br />I love this kid!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-43879029367122829552009-09-17T21:34:00.001-06:002009-09-17T21:36:43.665-06:00Whiney ButtWe went to my parents' house on Saturday. We told Briana she couldn't stay the night with them because she didn't eat any dinner and was being a whiney butt.<br /><br />Fast forward to Sunday morning.<br /><br />I say "What are we going to do today lovebug?"<br /><br />"Go to Grandma Margo's house."<br /><br />"Why?"<br /><br />"Because I'm not going to be a whiney butt!"<br /><br />The end!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-86624049474660794642009-09-08T18:34:00.003-06:002009-09-08T18:37:43.788-06:00My Baby, the Artist!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/Sqb4ls1RvJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hrEPETWTGp8/s1600-h/2009_0907Briana0001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379260131514104978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/Sqb4ls1RvJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hrEPETWTGp8/s320/2009_0907Briana0001.JPG" /></a> My baby drew this drawing of Jessy....which is the doll she is holding up next to it. She's so talented!Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-36564915118850487412009-08-24T20:06:00.003-06:002009-08-25T12:57:58.419-06:00Briana Reading to Grandma!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dytbeG1WXu7D4w7QO0KH8nagKLgbOCSIvHLUqZIpp5Ddm_b5uMTmOsOwHlEqVql0BZZpwMmCLixyYPaOV1z' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>It's kind of hard to hear since we were outside and it was kind of breezy. But it was cute!</p>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-1922965930217823002009-08-24T18:49:00.013-06:002009-08-25T13:01:59.408-06:00Briana's First Slumber Party!On Saturday we had our very first slumber party. We threw some blankets and our pillows down on the floor. Briana was so excited!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM7eyDXumI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iIpIJ58TfMk/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373704180401158754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM7eyDXumI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iIpIJ58TfMk/s320/2009_0821Briana0012.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Then I painted her finger nails and toe nails and I painted my toe nails. Please excuse the messiness that is my toe nails....I hadn't touched them up yet.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM687EyubI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ypkJlmX6S04/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373703598707489202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM687EyubI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ypkJlmX6S04/s320/2009_0821Briana0014.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We put Cat in the Hat in and we danced...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM6prvRI7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tV_mw-9cdjA/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373703268173161394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM6prvRI7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tV_mw-9cdjA/s320/2009_0821Briana0023.JPG" /></a> </div><div>And we danced.....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM6OB7PEyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/38t3Dnb0KOo/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702793092600610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM6OB7PEyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/38t3Dnb0KOo/s320/2009_0821Briana0020.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>And we danced.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM4wgxrRhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/InB8X6WfUXM/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373701186466301458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM4wgxrRhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/InB8X6WfUXM/s320/2009_0821Briana0022.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Then, we had to rest. Dancing made us tired!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM3yalmLWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ULpQ9VrZzcc/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373700119653133666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM3yalmLWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ULpQ9VrZzcc/s320/2009_0821Briana0024.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Then we had popcorn. Which she bugged me to make from the instant we walked in the door, then promptly ate 5 pieces and was done.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM3gEjxRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xY2rcl6Bk2E/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373699804502246562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM3gEjxRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xY2rcl6Bk2E/s320/2009_0821Briana0026.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Then one hour and 40 minutes into our slumber party, Briana fell asleep on the couch.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM2LdrlFPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/J1zGF0JgImU/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698350957008114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM2LdrlFPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/J1zGF0JgImU/s320/2009_0821Briana0030.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>And this was the sad state of our sleeping set up after she fell asleep on the couch.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM1r1L6IhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/i3OuxAcIqWs/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373697807510807058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpM1r1L6IhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/i3OuxAcIqWs/s320/2009_0821Briana0031.JPG" /></a> After she fell asleep on the couch, I let her sleep there for a while. I decided to take her up to her bed so I could sleep in my bed and not be forced to sleep on the floor alone! When I picked her up she said "I love you mommy." It was priceless. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-4709318515792396052009-08-24T18:14:00.008-06:002009-08-25T13:01:28.857-06:00Pool Time Fun!This is how we started out the day on Saturday......getting ready for pool time fun!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMvZmzEMDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GPfOzbKW9tc/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690897341100082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMvZmzEMDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GPfOzbKW9tc/s320/2009_0821Briana0005.JPG" /></a><br /><div>After some time in the pool, it was time to read. She moved her chair under the tree and read her "story". She also read the story to Grandma....which I took a video of but I can't seem to get the video loaded for some reason! I'll keep trying.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMvIIALnaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cZP2N5UjyrQ/s1600-h/2009_0821Briana0002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690597016837538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMvIIALnaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cZP2N5UjyrQ/s320/2009_0821Briana0002.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Then Pepa brought her Princess slide up from downstairs and put it in the pool for her to use. She loved it and had so much fun with it!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMuuXSEJ3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/t23fbP4xW1I/s1600-h/2009_0822Briana0005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690154441779058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMuuXSEJ3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/t23fbP4xW1I/s320/2009_0822Briana0005.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>Then we came inside and had peaches on a stick. We went to the Farmer's Market earlier in the morning and the samples of peach were given out on toothpicks....hence the peaches on a stick.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMucpXjQZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GcwFIr298bY/s1600-h/2009_0822Briana0009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373689850058981778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMucpXjQZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GcwFIr298bY/s320/2009_0822Briana0009.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Then she put her Island Princess dress on and went back outside to play before dinner.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMt0gnz4_I/AAAAAAAAADs/EbIzydkThcY/s1600-h/2009_0822Briana0011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373689160516494322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMt0gnz4_I/AAAAAAAAADs/EbIzydkThcY/s320/2009_0822Briana0011.JPG" /></a><br /><div>She decided she wanted to swing so we took turns pushing her. When I was pushing her, I started singing to her and she fell asleep. It was adorable!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMtbfl5_nI/AAAAAAAAADk/rgi7Sk-HQZQ/s1600-h/2009_0822Briana0013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373688730743340658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SpMtbfl5_nI/AAAAAAAAADk/rgi7Sk-HQZQ/s320/2009_0822Briana0013.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We then ended the day with a slumber party in the living room but I will make a sperate post about that! </div><div></div><div>It was a great day! :) </div></div></div></div></div>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-36992724774604742612009-08-18T18:32:00.002-06:002009-08-18T19:02:47.303-06:00Spongebob<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SotO0krOwII/AAAAAAAAADc/JguUZxUuOzo/s1600-h/2009_0817Briana0001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371473645674610818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SotO0krOwII/AAAAAAAAADc/JguUZxUuOzo/s320/2009_0817Briana0001.JPG" /></a> Spongebob failed at life then took over the world.<br /><br /><br />Just in case you were wondering.......Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-49589986664240974342009-08-04T19:53:00.003-06:002009-08-19T11:10:23.065-06:00Who's Teaching Her These Things?I don't know who taught her, but someone showed Briana how to have thumb wars. So we have been having lots of thumb wars. We were just having one and I won. So then she says "Let's do one more so I can win." She then proceeded to cheat so she could win. That's my girl!<br /><br />That was kind of lame, but it's all I got for ya.<br /><br />Thank you and good night! :)Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-75685386050865024082009-07-27T18:52:00.003-06:002009-07-27T19:25:50.953-06:00The Next American Idol!<p>So I've been listening to a LOT of country music lately. And in the car yesterday we heard Keith Urban's song called "I Wanna Kiss a Girl." So when we got home, Briana started singing that song, except that the only line she knows is "I wanna kiss a girl." So she immediately grabbed her Doodlebops guitar and put on a show for us. This is just the last 30 seconds or so of the show, but entertaining none the less! So enjoy!</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyLAmfcIQ-ohcgZW_d_YaeLC3lnqEL2SP2FpsOumqsRhmTbet3eT0Y3Pn3ZoLvn5LFh5I2GGJI4LY-nRvsflw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-18524534183269095742009-07-23T21:15:00.009-06:002009-08-16T16:27:42.015-06:00Yay for the carnival!So we have a huge outdoor rodeo, carnival, parade, and night shows the last full week of July here. So on Saturday we went to the parade, then went to the carnival. I really didn't think Briana would ride any rides because she's kind of a chicken, but she shocked me and rode some rides. So here is a chronicle of the rides we/she rode.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkqUyfGsoI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1uH0EcqT6E/s1600-h/2009_0717Cabin0017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361863367999271554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkqUyfGsoI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1uH0EcqT6E/s320/2009_0717Cabin0017.JPG" /></a> This is Briana in the caboose on the train ride. I had to ride it with her so that's my arm.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkpzCoQDHI/AAAAAAAAADM/PgbA3kbZGQs/s1600-h/2009_0717Cabin0021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361862788217048178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkpzCoQDHI/AAAAAAAAADM/PgbA3kbZGQs/s320/2009_0717Cabin0021.JPG" /></a> This is us on the carousel. Don't we both looked thrilled?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkpUvt2whI/AAAAAAAAADE/Tnjz3cK9vx4/s1600-h/2009_0717Cabin0026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361862267744207378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkpUvt2whI/AAAAAAAAADE/Tnjz3cK9vx4/s320/2009_0717Cabin0026.JPG" /></a> This is her on the 4 wheeler ride. She rode all by herself. Mommy was so proud of her!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkovYG6l2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NJbtQm-MPc4/s1600-h/2009_0717Cabin0030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361861625751705442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkovYG6l2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NJbtQm-MPc4/s320/2009_0717Cabin0030.JPG" /></a><br />This is us riding the train, AGAIN.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkoXCQ2-MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oAGxCmfX7dI/s1600-h/2009_0717Cabin0032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361861207570970818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmkoXCQ2-MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oAGxCmfX7dI/s320/2009_0717Cabin0032.JPG" /></a> This is Briana riding the boat.</div><div></div><div>She wanted to ride the steering wheel, a.k.a. the ferris wheel. But I'm pretty sure we would've gotten on it and gotten to the top and she would've freaked out so I talked her out of that one! Phew! I really didn't want to see that freak out so I'm glad I averted the crisis!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmknwMJy7LI/AAAAAAAAACs/8pcwuBzau6A/s1600-h/2009_0717Cabin0024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361860540210801842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SmknwMJy7LI/AAAAAAAAACs/8pcwuBzau6A/s320/2009_0717Cabin0024.JPG" /></a><br />I bought her a pink cowgirl hat to go with the not one, but two pairs of pink cowgirl boots she has now. She's all cowgirled up!</div><div></div><div>So after a parade, the carnival, and two night shows, I'm about over Frontier Days. Thank goodness it's almost over!</div><div></div><div>Cheers!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-65194179820776875972009-07-17T21:32:00.002-06:002009-07-17T21:36:08.369-06:00Love and Marriage....go together like a horse and carriage.Kids are so funny.<br /><br />Tonight at dinner, Briana ate really good. So I let her have a couple of cookies and since she was out of milk in her sippy, I let her drink the rest of my milk. She had a milk moustache and said "Mama, I have a moustache so now I can marry you."<br /><br />Apparently I will not be marrying my boyfriend, but will instead be marrying my child. Why does that seem so wrong to me? HAHAHAHAHAHAQueen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556984625966241971.post-53506924851666241202009-07-11T20:56:00.007-06:002009-07-11T21:23:57.991-06:00Briana's First Haircut!So another part of mommy/daughter day was haircuts for Briana and mommy. This is the first haircut Briana has ever had. Well, besides the time her dad cut her bangs when she was little. And he got in BIG trouble for that! Anywho, I took some pictures to document the occassion!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllV_glOkTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1oONPs_GLM/s1600-h/2009_0710Cabin0025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357407781300113714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllV_glOkTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1oONPs_GLM/s320/2009_0710Cabin0025.JPG" /></a> This is the front of her hair before she got the haircut.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllUZE8bD9I/AAAAAAAAABs/x-Pu3oRzASQ/s1600-h/2009_0710Cabin0026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357406021534552018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllUZE8bD9I/AAAAAAAAABs/x-Pu3oRzASQ/s320/2009_0710Cabin0026.JPG" /></a><br />This is the back of her hair before her haircut!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllTpb9bVnI/AAAAAAAAABk/E_pr0ik7xlA/s1600-h/2009_0710Cabin0027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357405203079059058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllTpb9bVnI/AAAAAAAAABk/E_pr0ik7xlA/s320/2009_0710Cabin0027.JPG" /></a><br />This is right after Krystal cut her braid off. Notice she has it in her hand!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllTL8Pg9UI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOBakWEOeB8/s1600-h/2009_0710Cabin0032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357404696348783938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllTL8Pg9UI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOBakWEOeB8/s320/2009_0710Cabin0032.JPG" /></a><br />This is the front after her haircut. She was mad because I was delaying swimming pool time by taking this picture.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllSJLpL8qI/AAAAAAAAABU/zELuViB3ckw/s1600-h/2009_0710Cabin0033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357403549431755426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllSJLpL8qI/AAAAAAAAABU/zELuViB3ckw/s320/2009_0710Cabin0033.JPG" /></a><br />This is the back after her haircut!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllRqEP2MpI/AAAAAAAAABM/IzZfGdpvJx8/s1600-h/2009_0710Cabin0030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357403014870479506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllRqEP2MpI/AAAAAAAAABM/IzZfGdpvJx8/s320/2009_0710Cabin0030.JPG" /></a><br /><br />This is the hair we cut off. It was a lot of hair! At least 7 inches I bet!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllQ6lAby3I/AAAAAAAAABE/kbB02CUQP58/s1600-h/2009_0710Cabin0029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357402199030483826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YP9CJh7wIk/SllQ6lAby3I/AAAAAAAAABE/kbB02CUQP58/s320/2009_0710Cabin0029.JPG" /></a><br />And this is mommy and Briana after we were both done with our haircuts! She was such a good girl through the entire hour and a half that we were there and Krystal did a great job!</div><div> </div><div>YAY for mommy/daughter day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Queen Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255716055263282058noreply@blogger.com2