<?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-3829791496252469793</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:55:20.607-06:00</updated><category term='mommy and me'/><category term='Cheese'/><category term='Ella'/><category term='outside'/><category term='Messy'/><category term='Natalie'/><category term='White trash'/><category term='Dilemas'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Fat ass'/><category term='Mullets'/><category term='Mees'/><category term='Munchkin'/><category term='Jewelry'/><category term='Elle Belle'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='Mia Lou'/><category term='granny'/><category term='Holy Shit'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='Busy'/><category term='Hubs'/><category term='Justin'/><category term='Crazy Lady'/><category term='Addiction'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='family'/><category term='Coach'/><category term='Trouble'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='Video'/><category term='crabby'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='months'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Baby Legs'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Guest Blogger'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='sucky shit'/><category term='9 month'/><category term='random'/><category term='Shits and Giggles'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='poop'/><category term='Carter'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Mia'/><category term='Crawling'/><category term='7 months'/><category term='Television shows'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='B'/><category term='Cousins'/><category term='8 months'/><category term='Dad&apos;s'/><category term='Hot Dad'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Beast'/><title type='text'>My Fantabulous Wonderful Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Randomness and all the fun stuff in between!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-359428650993440158</id><published>2012-01-01T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:31:53.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to 2012</title><content type='html'>It's been months since I've written any kind of anything on here. &amp;nbsp;I've thought about writing but then the thought of trying to come up with something clever to say makes my head hurt so I just put it off saying I'll do it tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;So.....today is tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;I completely neglected to write Mia's 2nd birthday post in October so therefore I'm a horrible mom because this is pretty much her baby book. &amp;nbsp;So I thought new year new start! &lt;br /&gt;It's only January 1st and already this coming year is going to be crazy! &amp;nbsp;We put an offer in on a new home (our dream home) and it was accepted on Saturday so we will be moving in 40 days! &amp;nbsp;Which is crazy nuts because we haven't sold our condo but are going to try renting it otherwise who the hell knows. &amp;nbsp;All we know is it's the right thing to do for our family because we need more space and are ready to move on. &amp;nbsp;In the meantime I'm almost 5 months pregnant with baby girl #2...which is why we need more space! &lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has been no different than when I was pregnant with Mia. &amp;nbsp;I feel like shit all of the time and I constantly puke! &amp;nbsp;Pretty soon I'm going to lose all my hair and teeth and be the most attractive lady in all the universe! &amp;nbsp;Hey...at least I'll have an amazing new home that I can hide in! &lt;br /&gt;We've been a little stressed with these two huge things on the horizon but Justin and I couldn't be more excited to begin this new adventure with our growing family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for today. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to overexert myself on my first day back here. &amp;nbsp;Plus my writing has taken a nose dive so hopefully that will get better again over time! &amp;nbsp;I'll leave you with a picture of the 3 of us plus a munchkin in the belly!!! &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&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/-SyPY3VVzgQA/TwDCoP3nwJI/AAAAAAAAKk0/cgU0PC93DqA/s1600/untitled-38.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SyPY3VVzgQA/TwDCoP3nwJI/AAAAAAAAKk0/cgU0PC93DqA/s400/untitled-38.JPG" width="267" /&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/3829791496252469793-359428650993440158?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/359428650993440158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-to-2012.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/359428650993440158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/359428650993440158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-to-2012.html' title='Here&apos;s to 2012'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SyPY3VVzgQA/TwDCoP3nwJI/AAAAAAAAKk0/cgU0PC93DqA/s72-c/untitled-38.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3718653607153230988</id><published>2011-09-08T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:43:28.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One month to TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMIhRJvssTE/Tmlu0ClPqtI/AAAAAAAAKkA/-h4g3Nm9aaw/s1600/M4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMIhRJvssTE/Tmlu0ClPqtI/AAAAAAAAKkA/-h4g3Nm9aaw/s640/M4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot to do your 22 month post but we aren't going to dwell on that right now. &amp;nbsp;So we are just going to move forward with your cute little self! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say child......you are definitely one of a kind and I wouldn't want it any other way (unless that way was less SCREAMING AND THROWING YOURSELF ON THE GROUND). &lt;br /&gt;I know I say this every month but you are becoming such a little person and it's so fun to watch you figure things out. &amp;nbsp;You are sooooo very independent and it's frustrating for all of us yet it's amazing to watch you learn things and figure it out all on your own. &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/-G7CcpMjY6FU/TmlwNMoP8qI/AAAAAAAAKkE/RSrMXVdWvZI/s1600/M3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7CcpMjY6FU/TmlwNMoP8qI/AAAAAAAAKkE/RSrMXVdWvZI/s640/M3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You LOVE music and you LOVE to dance! &amp;nbsp;You have expanded your list of favorite songs but still revert back to your two favorites....Bottoms Up and Poker Face! &amp;nbsp;You sing along to Adele and totally jam out. &amp;nbsp;Your Nani taught you how to fist pump so now we "pump" in the car! &amp;nbsp;People must think that your dad and I are total ass hats when they look over at us and see us acting a fool in the car! &amp;nbsp;But if it makes you happy and laugh then I'll look like an ass hat any day! &amp;nbsp;The only problem is is if we don't have "your song" then we are fucked! &amp;nbsp;Example being... today in the truck we didn't have the "who who" song (Bottoms Up) and you freaked the hell out and screamed at us for a good solid 5 minutes! &amp;nbsp;FOR NO REASON except we could not raise the roof or fist pump! &amp;nbsp;Ooopppsss....stupid mommy and daddy. &amp;nbsp;I'm working on a CD to keep in the truck now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your two newest movie obsessions are Tangled and Rio....which are totally fine with us because you have yet to ruin them for dad and I. &amp;nbsp;Close...but not yet! &amp;nbsp;I sometimes feel like a bad mom because I let you watch movies but you enjoy them and you have actually learned so much from them. &amp;nbsp;And I'm not just saying that to make me feel better....well maybe a little but there is some truth to it! &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/-u4ewOfLLm6s/TmlzC4X10DI/AAAAAAAAKkI/SA-IJZG6ACo/s1600/IMG_7423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4ewOfLLm6s/TmlzC4X10DI/AAAAAAAAKkI/SA-IJZG6ACo/s640/IMG_7423.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;We are surprised every day by you and how well you do with your words and putting words together to make little mini sentences. &amp;nbsp;Dad and I have gotten pretty good at figuring out what you are saying. &amp;nbsp;And if we don't you just scream at us and/or throw shit! &amp;nbsp;Just a typical day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Speaking of throwing shit and screaming, you definitely do your fair share of both. &amp;nbsp;You get SO very frustrated when you can't do something yourself or we don't understand what you want. &amp;nbsp;You are so much like me in the sense that you are a very emotional little girl. &amp;nbsp;You are intense and passionate and want so badly to be a big girl and do things yourself. &amp;nbsp;We've gotten pretty good at trying not to react to the temper tantrums but there are times when we just laugh because you are just that ridiculous that if we don't then I'm afraid WE&amp;nbsp;are going to throw ourselves on the floor and start rolling around and flailing ourselves about!&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/-T85Cv3pfjHs/Tml2iru1tDI/AAAAAAAAKkM/sOr1NhLLE7U/s1600/IMG_8338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T85Cv3pfjHs/Tml2iru1tDI/AAAAAAAAKkM/sOr1NhLLE7U/s640/IMG_8338.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You are going through a mamma's girl stage right now...which is totally fine with me. &amp;nbsp;I love that you still need me that much because I know that not long from now it's going to be a totally different story. &amp;nbsp;Besides daddy and I the only person that you will instantly go to is your Nani! &amp;nbsp;You would be lost without your Antie. &amp;nbsp;She's like your second mom and I love seeing you with her and the bond that you two have. &amp;nbsp;Just know that she will ALWAYS be there for you and love the crap out of you! &amp;nbsp;Plus you listen to her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You tell us "Wuv You" now and it might be the best thing I've ever heard in my life! &amp;nbsp;That could be the only thing you ever said and I would love it! &amp;nbsp;And you give the best hugs and kisses now! &amp;nbsp;It's funny because you are pretty shy and stand offish around a lot of people even your Grandma's and Grandpa's but when it comes time to say good bye and give hugs and kisses you are all about it and will go to anyone! &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/-xjlTQy2IzJY/Tml6p2ZDlvI/AAAAAAAAKkQ/C1T6_Cc710M/s1600/untitled-19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjlTQy2IzJY/Tml6p2ZDlvI/AAAAAAAAKkQ/C1T6_Cc710M/s640/untitled-19.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Lately you've decided that it's sometimes not necessary to keep your diaper on so you rip it off and then chuck it over your bed! &amp;nbsp;Actually you chuck all your shit out of you bed, clothes included and then proceed to pee...without clothes or a diaper on....naked....on your bed....without anything on! &amp;nbsp;We have a potty chair for you and you know what it is and the whole concept but you don't seem to want to pee in it....you would rather piss on my floor or in your bed! &amp;nbsp;Yay for mom and laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You love babies! &amp;nbsp;Daddy and I are in the process of trying to give you a baby brother or sister (I know when you are older and you understand where babies come from and you read that sentence it's gonna make you throw up in your mouth a little bit....if that happens then I accomplished what I was going for!). &amp;nbsp;You already have a little bit of the only child syndrome and we don't want that to continue for much longer! &amp;nbsp;I think you are going to be a great big sister....it's definitely going to be interesting! &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/-JrFgIb9SjJY/Tml8V5xn33I/AAAAAAAAKkU/43iy0ZlrF1c/s1600/IMG_5722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrFgIb9SjJY/Tml8V5xn33I/AAAAAAAAKkU/43iy0ZlrF1c/s640/IMG_5722.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, you are our everything! &amp;nbsp;You have changed my life in more ways than you could ever know. &amp;nbsp;I look at you every day and can't believe what a little person you have become. &amp;nbsp;You have made me a better me and I love you with all of my heart and soul! &lt;br /&gt;Now bring on two!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm ready for you.....I think!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-3718653607153230988?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3718653607153230988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-month-to-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3718653607153230988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3718653607153230988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-month-to-two.html' title='One month to TWO!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMIhRJvssTE/Tmlu0ClPqtI/AAAAAAAAKkA/-h4g3Nm9aaw/s72-c/M4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-727435643620003181</id><published>2011-07-10T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:52:52.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Weird....I'm late with your post again! &amp;nbsp;I won't even go there this time! &amp;nbsp;We'll just move on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eJa_jwBL7M/ThpSDB1zRBI/AAAAAAAAKUU/MzWUjiBOpaA/s1600/IMG_5598_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eJa_jwBL7M/ThpSDB1zRBI/AAAAAAAAKUU/MzWUjiBOpaA/s640/IMG_5598_2.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp;I don't even know where to start....Oh...wait...I do know where to start.....you are still a huge huge gigantic BEAST!! &amp;nbsp;A really really hugely cute beast but good lord child, what are we going to do with you! &amp;nbsp;You are so your own person and we are quickly discovering all of this out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Your new thing lately....you call me Nikki.....you still call me Mommy but you'll break out the whole "hey Nikki" if I don't answer you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Conversation goes like this: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Nikki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No&amp;nbsp;Mees, not Nikki, Mommy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No, you Nikki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No, I'm MOMMY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;NO, NIKKI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Whatever, there's no one here by any of those names!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;End scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCCo7ht6fN8/ThpT8ArRlEI/AAAAAAAAKUY/K6aOCF-gBy0/s1600/Mees+Garden1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCCo7ht6fN8/ThpT8ArRlEI/AAAAAAAAKUY/K6aOCF-gBy0/s640/Mees+Garden1_edited-1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You experienced your first ever Firework show this year and you did great and thought they were awesome! &amp;nbsp;You most definitely did not want to get off of our lap but you&amp;nbsp;oooed&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;ahhhed!! &amp;nbsp;It was so much fun to see your reaction to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You continue to amaze us with your words and the small sentences that you are stringing together. &amp;nbsp;You are like this whole little person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You are obsessed with going to get the mail! &amp;nbsp;If one of us gets it without you...oh dear lord help us all! &amp;nbsp;But if that's what makes you happy then I'm all for letting you help us get the mail. &amp;nbsp;I think it's just a ploy though so we have to take the long way to the door! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZq7_qU7-XU/ThpVddPwDiI/AAAAAAAAKUc/Yl5RIoraOAw/s1600/MiaJune24-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZq7_qU7-XU/ThpVddPwDiI/AAAAAAAAKUc/Yl5RIoraOAw/s640/MiaJune24-3.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You are such a water baby and would spend all of your time outside and/or in the water! &amp;nbsp;That's all there is to say about that...pretty self explanatory! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAnT2RVWOGs/ThpWY1i6ZOI/AAAAAAAAKUg/Z-b72aT8nBA/s1600/MiaJune25-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAnT2RVWOGs/ThpWY1i6ZOI/AAAAAAAAKUg/Z-b72aT8nBA/s640/MiaJune25-1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There has been so much going on and you just continue to grow up so fast! &amp;nbsp;It's starting to mesh all together. &amp;nbsp;I need to start doing some weekly documenting! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You are by far the most beautiful little monster EVER and strangely I can't wait to see what kind of trouble you cause this next month! &amp;nbsp;Love you buggy!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-727435643620003181?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/727435643620003181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/727435643620003181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/727435643620003181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eJa_jwBL7M/ThpSDB1zRBI/AAAAAAAAKUU/MzWUjiBOpaA/s72-c/IMG_5598_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7886229525573413700</id><published>2011-06-20T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:40:16.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>Mommy Tip #3 - Car Seat Trouble</title><content type='html'>Okay....so you know when you and your husband and your sister and her husband decide to go to DQ after the kids go to bed (not leaving them alone of course because you are all staying at mom and dad's house) because you find it necessary to be eating fatty ice cream and fudge and all that good shit at like 10 o'clock at night! &amp;nbsp;Yeah....and then decide it would be stupid to take two vehicles so decide on one but then realize that all of the vehicles have car seats in them and then decide instead of taking those car seats out of the vehicles you and and your sister decide it's a really good idea to just sit in the car seats!&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/-7_X36dDM-SQ/Tf_yOeGNtHI/AAAAAAAAKUM/MkfLItXSgjE/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_X36dDM-SQ/Tf_yOeGNtHI/AAAAAAAAKUM/MkfLItXSgjE/s640/IMG_0595.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you are all thinking "holy shit...these two are fricken A.W.E.S.O.M.E." &amp;nbsp;Well we are but for many other reasons than this! &lt;br /&gt;There are reasons why the law enforces the use of seat belts. &amp;nbsp;Because you see, when you aren't buckled &amp;nbsp;in your car seat and your brother-in-law decides to go flying over the railroad tracks at like 50mph and you think you'll be fine if you just duck your head a little and then you realize that when your body isn't touching any part of anything that it should be sitting on and you are completely airborne that you really aren't alright, and then this is what happens......&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/-UW9FHv0qmDA/Tf_0R76481I/AAAAAAAAKUQ/QWRWXYqrExw/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UW9FHv0qmDA/Tf_0R76481I/AAAAAAAAKUQ/QWRWXYqrExw/s640/IMG_0611.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Tip #3:&lt;br /&gt;Please refer to and abide by all laws and instruction manuals regarding car seats! &amp;nbsp;Because when you are not harnessed in there correctly this is the shit that happens! &amp;nbsp;Make sure when you are riding in a car seat with your sister next to you in her car seat that the two of you are buckled in!!! &amp;nbsp;Don't let this be you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7886229525573413700?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7886229525573413700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-tip-3-car-seat-trouble.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7886229525573413700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7886229525573413700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-tip-3-car-seat-trouble.html' title='Mommy Tip #3 - Car Seat Trouble'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_X36dDM-SQ/Tf_yOeGNtHI/AAAAAAAAKUM/MkfLItXSgjE/s72-c/IMG_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6175640221756191910</id><published>2011-06-16T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:13:42.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><title type='text'>Mommy Tip #2</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone has those mornings&amp;nbsp;where you are scrambling to get out the door.&amp;nbsp; Where you try to put on your daughter's shoes and instead of sitting down and being fully cooperative decides she would rather run around the kitchen island like a mad woman thinking it's H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S that your dumb ass can't seem to catch her to put on some fuckin crocs!!!&amp;nbsp; Where you are rushing to figure out what shoes you should grab so you can get the hell out the door!&lt;br /&gt;Then you see a pair of really cute black sandals that you haven't worn in forever and decide, Oh hell, I'm gonna wear these sweet things today.&amp;nbsp; And then slowly, as the day goes on (a half hour or so later) you realize why those cute black sandals have not been worn in forever!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And then say to yourself "Holy shit, my feet hurt today!" And then contemplate chopping&amp;nbsp;them off at the ankles.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And then realize that you may&amp;nbsp;have lost some of the circulation in the tops of&amp;nbsp;your feet from the massive grooves that are now permanently embedded into them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Tip #2:&lt;br /&gt;When you see a cute pair of shoes that you haven't worn forever in your closet.....LEAVE THEM THERE!!!&amp;nbsp; They DO NOT belong on your feet!&amp;nbsp; They DO NOT belong anywhere near you!&amp;nbsp;There is a reason you haven't worn them in forever!&amp;nbsp; My feet hate me today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6175640221756191910?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6175640221756191910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-tip-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6175640221756191910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6175640221756191910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-tip-2.html' title='Mommy Tip #2'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3109839088290747717</id><published>2011-06-15T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T18:55:57.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><title type='text'>Mommy Tip #1</title><content type='html'>I'm obviously still learning about this whole motherhood thing and I know that I will continue to learn until the day I die. &amp;nbsp;You would think however that I would learn some lessons sooner rather than later. &amp;nbsp;Apparently I'm fuckin stupid and those said lessons are not learned yet!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go pick Mees up from daycare, we walk out to the car and her new thing is to hide and run around the other side of the car. &amp;nbsp;So I get her stuff in and go around to the other side of the car to get her. &amp;nbsp;She looked at me and said "Mama, poop." &amp;nbsp;Ok....well I didn't smell anything and we were on our way out. &amp;nbsp;I'll check her when we get home! &lt;br /&gt;We get home.....I go around to get her out and she says "Mama, poop." &amp;nbsp;Okay.... well maybe I should take into consideration that she is getting better with her words and is understanding things. &amp;nbsp;So like any self respecting mother would do, I pick her up and shove my nose in butt! &amp;nbsp;Ahhh yeah.....it smells like a cow shit in a barn, ate that shit, shit again and then maybe rolled around in it just a little bit! &amp;nbsp;Now you would think that since I just sniffed her ass that would be enough....OHHH NO....I decide it's necessary to peek in her diaper. &amp;nbsp;Why would I need to do that you ask, I don't really f'in know why because when I did I came away with a mothereffin hand full of shit! &amp;nbsp;Really right now? &amp;nbsp;Why couldn't the whole smelling of the butt situation been enough? &amp;nbsp;Not sure why. &amp;nbsp;I can't really give you a good answer. &amp;nbsp;Apparently though, for me, shit on my hands was what needed to happen today! &amp;nbsp;Yay for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mommy Tip #1:&lt;br /&gt;When your kid says she pooped.....take her word for it!! &amp;nbsp;And if you smell their butt and it smells....just change the damn diaper. &amp;nbsp;No need to see what it looks like before hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-3109839088290747717?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3109839088290747717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-tip-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3109839088290747717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3109839088290747717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-tip-1.html' title='Mommy Tip #1'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5059928713201189083</id><published>2011-06-07T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:03:30.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>We've hit our 20's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zycuLsv5eFQ/Te7RmsRY6rI/AAAAAAAAKUA/_BoP6OCgzWk/s1600/IMG_0574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zycuLsv5eFQ/Te7RmsRY6rI/AAAAAAAAKUA/_BoP6OCgzWk/s640/IMG_0574.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;I'm just going to start by saying that this picture pretty much sums up this last month!! &amp;nbsp;You are a fricken crazy ass beast who can make us crack up one minute and 2 seconds later make us want to rip out our fuckin hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;I will say that you have been sorta kinda naughty lately and I'm starting to wonder what the hell I'm doing wrong?! &amp;nbsp;I know all kids go through "this" kind of thing but holy hell. &amp;nbsp;You get so frustrated when things don't go your way or you can't figure things out on your own or we won't let you do things by yourself.....so in return you PUNISH us!!! &amp;nbsp;WHY??? &amp;nbsp;I don't know but I would appreciate it if my cute lovely little girl would start to show herself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;I had said last month that your vocabulary is ever expanding and that holds true for this month. &amp;nbsp;You learn new things every day and it's so cool for dad and I to hear you start to put things together and know what we are talking about when we ask you for something. &amp;nbsp;You are a sponge....which means I'm going to have to watch my fuckin potty mouth! &amp;nbsp;Ooops!!! &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/-j1wLN3TnUnk/Te7UBOWgqNI/AAAAAAAAKUE/hht6lRakMso/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1wLN3TnUnk/Te7UBOWgqNI/AAAAAAAAKUE/hht6lRakMso/s640/IMG_0564.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You are a music freak!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm probably a horrible mother but we do not listen to ABC's and 123's and Elmo and shit.....your favorite songs right now are Adele - Rolling in the Deep, Trey Songz - Bottom's Up and Lady Gaga - Poker Face! &amp;nbsp;See I told ya I'm not a very good mom! &amp;nbsp;You and I totally jam out in the car and you have this great little dance you do and you totally sing along!!! &amp;nbsp;I love it! &amp;nbsp;I have a video that I'll have to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You are a total big girl now....we put your highchair in storage because you didn't want anything to do with that "baby" thing so we had to get you a booster seat so you are a big girl now and sit at the table with us. &amp;nbsp;It's so weird and cool and sad all at the same time. &amp;nbsp;You are just getting so big so fast and it just keeps going faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You LOVE your babies! &amp;nbsp;We've been having to bring your babies' stroller with us pretty much where ever we go. &amp;nbsp;It's so cute to watch you push your babies around and give them hugs and kisses! &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/-v_8eTAOZwGQ/Te7XQMgyFaI/AAAAAAAAKUI/m9D9hiI6gKM/s1600/mees+memday3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_8eTAOZwGQ/Te7XQMgyFaI/AAAAAAAAKUI/m9D9hiI6gKM/s640/mees+memday3.jpg" width="628" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last month has been a challenge but one that I welcome with open arms (most of the time). &amp;nbsp;Regardless of the tantrums and naughtiness you show your wonderful independence and the drive to want to do things on your own! &amp;nbsp;I just don't want you to get to independent! &amp;nbsp;I still need you to need me....I most definitely need you Bug! &amp;nbsp;I love ya to the moon and back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5059928713201189083?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5059928713201189083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/weve-hit-our-20s.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5059928713201189083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5059928713201189083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/weve-hit-our-20s.html' title='We&apos;ve hit our 20&apos;s!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zycuLsv5eFQ/Te7RmsRY6rI/AAAAAAAAKUA/_BoP6OCgzWk/s72-c/IMG_0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-4091987710781528226</id><published>2011-06-04T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:17:54.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>WHACK!!!</title><content type='html'>My child is a beast!!! &amp;nbsp;It's no secret!! &amp;nbsp;We all know it!! &amp;nbsp;She likes to hit....a lot....we are working on trying to tame the beast but it's a slow training process! &amp;nbsp;Although tonight I must say I witnessed something quite special....actually quite spectacular! &amp;nbsp;Mees and Just were sitting on the couch hanging out. &amp;nbsp;Justin was making kissy noises at her....just a daddy wanting some smooches from his baby girl! &amp;nbsp;Well apparently this was completely unacceptable behavior in the eyes of the beast....so what did she do???? &amp;nbsp;She fuckin wound up and smacked the shit out of him!!! &amp;nbsp;Now at no time do I condone her hitting or acknowledge it by laughing but if you could have heard the smack and the power she put into this right hook.....oh dear lord....you would have laughed your ass off too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...the conversation between the two of them after the &lt;s&gt;spectacular&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;not funny whatsoever&amp;nbsp;"incident" goes a little something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Mimi....it's not nice to hit daddy like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Funny daddy, funny!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No Mees, it's not funny &lt;/i&gt;(trying to conceal his laughter, me not so much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia: &amp;nbsp;(Laughing) &lt;i&gt;Yeah daddy, funny &lt;/i&gt;(WHACK!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;MIA....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: &amp;nbsp;Laughing!!!! &amp;nbsp;Hysterically!!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's just necessary to laugh!!! &amp;nbsp;I mean shit....at least it wasn't me she whacked this time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-4091987710781528226?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4091987710781528226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/whack.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4091987710781528226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4091987710781528226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/whack.html' title='WHACK!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5229653435714653778</id><published>2011-05-08T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:07:05.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>Closer to 2 than 1....Ahhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Today hits the 19 month mark!!! &amp;nbsp;It's freaking me out that you are now closer to two than you are to one. &amp;nbsp;Where the hell does the time go? &amp;nbsp;I don't know....&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/-8IaCqQdEcLE/TcYcA_IjkwI/AAAAAAAAKTw/K0LhsKUS8rQ/s1600/IMG_4944_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IaCqQdEcLE/TcYcA_IjkwI/AAAAAAAAKTw/K0LhsKUS8rQ/s640/IMG_4944_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;I'm gonna start with a little incident from the other night that mommy would like to call "Are you f'ing shitting me.....did you seriously just bite me in my fat thigh, broke skin and drew blood?" &amp;nbsp;Mia....I seriously wanted to chuck you across the room!!! &amp;nbsp;I didn't but sorta kinda wanted to....that shit hurt so bad and is so totally completely naughty and I hope to hell that this doesn't become some sort of habit with you. &amp;nbsp;Then on top of it all, a little while later you came up to me and pointed to my leg and said with the cutest little smile on your face, "mama, Ouwie?" &amp;nbsp;Really Mees? &amp;nbsp;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Your vocabulary is getting larger by the day and it's so much fun to listen to you and listening to the way you say things and interpret things! &amp;nbsp;You are getting so much better at repeating things back...which in turn could start to bite me in my ass....note to self....stop swearing!! &amp;nbsp; One of your favorite things to do is say "Mama? &amp;nbsp;Dada? &amp;nbsp;Mama? &amp;nbsp;Dada?.......Hi!"&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/-4m6l090pGTg/TcYeaFhfAtI/AAAAAAAAKT0/6zVfaYSNRLQ/s1600/IMG_4992_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m6l090pGTg/TcYeaFhfAtI/AAAAAAAAKT0/6zVfaYSNRLQ/s640/IMG_4992_edited-1.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You think that ALL furniture is your trampoline!!! &amp;nbsp;I got two words for you.....IT'S NOT!!!!! &amp;nbsp;So sit down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Everything is a tea party and it's not a tea party unless we use water and by use water I mean spill that shit all over the place and then proceed to make a total mess and by total mess I mean completely soak yourself and the table and floor!! &amp;nbsp;You'd think we'd learn better by now but we still give you the damn water so I guess it's our fault????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Your independence is becoming much more apparent as the days go by! &amp;nbsp;You get pissed if we try to help you. &amp;nbsp;Turns out though...I'm gonna keep helping...I can't help it....it's in my nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;You went to your first wedding the other weekend! &amp;nbsp;Uncle Jake and Antie Becky had their reception back home and you totally stole the show! &amp;nbsp;It's a good thing that you are so damn cute otherwise Antie Becky would have thrown you out!!! &amp;nbsp;You loved every minute of it and so did everyone else. &amp;nbsp;You were the entertainment. &amp;nbsp;You danced til almost 11 and didn't want to leave!! &amp;nbsp;You tore up the dance floor to your two favorite songs....Bottoms Up and Poker Face....I know....Mother of the Year, right here!!! &amp;nbsp;Your dad and I loved watching you ham it up and I'll tell ya, it doesn't get old hearing that we have the cutest child alive!!!&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/-7iuRehzzavw/TcYh9xULG4I/AAAAAAAAKT4/58hSSwduz_s/s1600/IMG_4900-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iuRehzzavw/TcYh9xULG4I/AAAAAAAAKT4/58hSSwduz_s/s640/IMG_4900-copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Right now you are obsessed with your Antie Nani, Uncle Joe, Carter and Ella! &amp;nbsp;All you do is talk about them...you wake up talking about them and you go to bed talking about them!!! &amp;nbsp;Just remember I birthed you....you can talk about me and your dad every once in a while too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;We are still on the whole movie kick but we've added a few to our list....so instead of the same two over and over again we have four!!! &amp;nbsp;Yeah!!!!&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/-a9jp7TAoGmI/TcYjT_5H-BI/AAAAAAAAKT8/SswQQKJo9YQ/s1600/IMG_5002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9jp7TAoGmI/TcYjT_5H-BI/AAAAAAAAKT8/SswQQKJo9YQ/s640/IMG_5002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby girl!!! &amp;nbsp;Heres to another month.....with NO biting!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5229653435714653778?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5229653435714653778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/closer-to-2-than-1ahhhh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5229653435714653778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5229653435714653778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/closer-to-2-than-1ahhhh.html' title='Closer to 2 than 1....Ahhhh!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IaCqQdEcLE/TcYcA_IjkwI/AAAAAAAAKTw/K0LhsKUS8rQ/s72-c/IMG_4944_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3907915776570937934</id><published>2011-04-13T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:11:13.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dad'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays.....sort of!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'m back for a sorta kinda wordless Wednesday!!!! &amp;nbsp;Yeah for me....and especially yeah for all of you because I know how much you've missed my most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; family!!!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/-KNHGgDUDW08/TaZU3Y0jW4I/AAAAAAAAKTs/D4WCV4NyoD8/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="578" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNHGgDUDW08/TaZU3Y0jW4I/AAAAAAAAKTs/D4WCV4NyoD8/s640/IMG_0454.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sorry....how can you not smile at this?!!! &amp;nbsp;It's Miss Mees' famous "cheese" face!!!! &amp;nbsp;I can always count on her to make me smile!!! &amp;nbsp;P.S. &amp;nbsp;Her dad's okay to look at too....I mean if you have to and all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/3829791496252469793-3907915776570937934?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3907915776570937934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesdayssort-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3907915776570937934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3907915776570937934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesdayssort-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesdays.....sort of!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNHGgDUDW08/TaZU3Y0jW4I/AAAAAAAAKTs/D4WCV4NyoD8/s72-c/IMG_0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6627147795969298972</id><published>2011-04-12T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:01:56.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Bad Ass Motha!</title><content type='html'>Ok...I have no idea if anyone even reads this thing here I like to call my blog anymore. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been much of a "blogger" lately and am completely disappointed in myself. &amp;nbsp;I'm working on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however just want to write a quick post because I'm so excited that my "sister" (adopted sister...not legally adopted....verbally adopted.... into our family....you know.....that person that should have been born into your family but wasn't but now is so much a part of your family....yeah that kind of sister) finally decided to start a blog of her own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an amazing woman who has an incredible talent for writing! &amp;nbsp;Her story and her family our amazing! I hope that anyone who has still stuck around here at My Fantabulous Wonderful Life will please go check her out at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mommytosix.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life as a Mom to two...no..four...no...SIX&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I swear you will not be disappointed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I'm going to be writing more too....this is a promise to myself. &amp;nbsp;Yeah for me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6627147795969298972?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6627147795969298972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-bad-ass-motha.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6627147795969298972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6627147795969298972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-bad-ass-motha.html' title='One Bad Ass Motha!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3359329905845943879</id><published>2011-04-08T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:39:26.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>Half way to Two!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMc19p32j1o/TZ-_V9POnfI/AAAAAAAAKTg/oTjqgx31XSY/s1600/IMG_4336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMc19p32j1o/TZ-_V9POnfI/AAAAAAAAKTg/oTjqgx31XSY/s640/IMG_4336.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are another month older and mommy is another day late on her post....bad mommy!!! &amp;nbsp;These months are just flying by and you are getting so big so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All I can say is that I want to chuck Bambi and Ice Age Dawn of the Dinosaur out the f'ing window!!!! &amp;nbsp;Your dad and I could give anyone a dramatic reenactment of either of these movies!!! &amp;nbsp;It wouldn't be pretty but it would be accurate! &amp;nbsp;We get home everyday and everyday you run to the DVD player and stomp around until we put in a movie. &amp;nbsp;Good Lord child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You used to let me put your hair in pigtails and barrettes and now you let me put them in but decide to rip them out shortly thereafter. &amp;nbsp;And honestly honey.....your hair is one hot mess of a mullet right now. &amp;nbsp;Mommy would really appreciate it if you could keep that shit in your hair!&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/-4Mobb5XT9t8/TZ_CVltl6LI/AAAAAAAAKTk/mYaUnau3m9A/s1600/IMG_4386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mobb5XT9t8/TZ_CVltl6LI/AAAAAAAAKTk/mYaUnau3m9A/s640/IMG_4386.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We got our iPad and you LOVE to "paygays"(play games). &amp;nbsp;You are learning so much and it's amazing how quickly you learned how to work it! &amp;nbsp;Plus it's an extra bonus for mommy and daddy because we get to play with a fricken sweet ass toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We went for you 18 month check up the other day and you are perfect! &amp;nbsp;You grew 2 inches or so and are now 32 inches tall and 23.6 pounds. &amp;nbsp;You are taller than average and your weight is smaller than average! &amp;nbsp;You still have a big ass head apparently though! &amp;nbsp;We can all only hope that you have your Antie Becky's cute little petite body....because mommy and your other Antie's are not what you would call Petite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You've gotten better about not hitting. &amp;nbsp;Except now you think it's a good idea to inflict pain upon yourself? &amp;nbsp;Not sure why but when you get mad at one of us and you don't get what you want you will bang your head into shit...like the floor, you prefer carpet but hardwood will do, the couch, the ottoman, your princess chair, dad's knee, oh I could go on and on but we'll leave it at that. &amp;nbsp;I asked your pediatrician about this and she said it's perfectly normal. &amp;nbsp;I think you're a little crazy....but so am I so who am I to judge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more but stupid me hasn't been good about blogging lately so I really can't remember! &amp;nbsp;It's my goal to start writing more during the month instead of just monthly! &amp;nbsp;All I can say is that I look at you every day and wonder how your dad and I were able to make such a beautiful little girl with a personality like no other! &amp;nbsp;Bug....you are one of a kind and I love you to the moon and back!&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/-_JzOLE1n_tc/TZ_CZkZnHGI/AAAAAAAAKTo/QREuEFsjjD8/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JzOLE1n_tc/TZ_CZkZnHGI/AAAAAAAAKTo/QREuEFsjjD8/s640/photo.jpg" width="640" /&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/3829791496252469793-3359329905845943879?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3359329905845943879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-way-to-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3359329905845943879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3359329905845943879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-way-to-two.html' title='Half way to Two!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMc19p32j1o/TZ-_V9POnfI/AAAAAAAAKTg/oTjqgx31XSY/s72-c/IMG_4336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2258967242455697543</id><published>2011-03-07T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:01:57.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>Almost a year and half (17 months)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vBx8taC__nU/TXWWGoJMrEI/AAAAAAAAKTI/Dw1HGFJW6Ls/s1600/IMG_4242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vBx8taC__nU/TXWWGoJMrEI/AAAAAAAAKTI/Dw1HGFJW6Ls/s640/IMG_4242.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit....where do I start!!!! &amp;nbsp;Well we can start with the fact that You. are. a. BEAST!!! &amp;nbsp;A very cute and most of the time sweet beast but MAN do you have an attitude!!! &amp;nbsp;I have no one to blame but myself but I'm going to blame your dad....just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The whole hitting/slapping situation of last month has not diminished whatsoever which in turn makes mommy feel like a big asshole. &amp;nbsp;Because who wants to be the mom who's kid slaps the shit out of the other kids.....not this mom. &amp;nbsp;We are trying to teach you in a calm manner that hitting is a no no and one of these days one of these kids are gonna whack ya back. &amp;nbsp;You are very good with babies though so I'm glad you don't pick on the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OV7jClut4BM/TXWXgUz8QZI/AAAAAAAAKTM/Ino7HZFfkE4/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OV7jClut4BM/TXWXgUz8QZI/AAAAAAAAKTM/Ino7HZFfkE4/s640/IMG_0346.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You are starting to use your words so much more now....although, "Ehhhhhhhh" and "AHHHHHH" are still much a part of your vocabulary! &amp;nbsp;You are starting to really recognize people by name now and get excited when you see their pictures. &amp;nbsp;You LOVE seeing Ella...that's all you talk about and then you see her and whack her in the face....that's where this whole not hitting people needs to start to take affect. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Your words include but are not limited to: &amp;nbsp;mama, dada, papa, Naani (Natalie), B(Sabrina), Elwa(Ella), Caer(Carter), Doey(Joey), Pease, Tank u mama, Oh No, No, Mine, Melmo(Elmo or Nemo, just depends on the situation), up, bubble, cracker, tea, baba......There is more but I'm gonna quit now because I just am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have a new love for MOVIES. &amp;nbsp;Movies all the damn time. &amp;nbsp;I feel like a bad mom sometimes because I feel like I let you watch it a little to much but you freak the hell out if we don't put it in. &amp;nbsp;And I know that I'm the parent and you are the child but honestly sometimes it's just easier. &amp;nbsp;So...right now your favorite movies are Ice Age 1 &amp;amp; 3, Nemo and Bambi. &amp;nbsp;And let me tell you, I am at the point of wanting to burn all of them!!! &amp;nbsp;But I won't. &amp;nbsp;You have learned some things from them so I guess I can take comfort in that....I'll take what I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dQpY-KxFd20/TXWZsIS5V6I/AAAAAAAAKTQ/5yJxrsIBfxw/s1600/IMG_4237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dQpY-KxFd20/TXWZsIS5V6I/AAAAAAAAKTQ/5yJxrsIBfxw/s640/IMG_4237.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You are obsessed with our electronic gadgets. &amp;nbsp;We are planning on getting an Ipad2 and am actually looking forward to it for more reasons than just for mommy and daddy. &amp;nbsp;It's something that you can actually touch and play with. &amp;nbsp;Because as of now you won't keep your hands of the computer screen and our cell phones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You figured out the other night that you could get your diaper off and then proceeded to piss all over my floor all the while running around going "Oh No, Oh No". &amp;nbsp;Yeah....you like to be naked and piddle all over mommy's floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Although your naughtiness has increased slightly you continue to amaze me on a daily basis. &amp;nbsp;You are at that age for us right now where you are the sweetest, cutest little thing one minute and a total asshole the next. &amp;nbsp;We can deal though. &amp;nbsp;I just hope that your dad and I are doing a good job at trying to teach you right from wrong and helping to shape the person that you are destined to be......a beautiful, caring, selfless, responsible, independent, loving little lady.....or we can just hope to get through the next week without pee on our floor and toilet paper strewn about! &amp;nbsp;We love you Bug.....here's to another exciting month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SjPaoBFjpYE/TXWa9TAYWYI/AAAAAAAAKTU/ImdLNqhIQO8/s1600/IMG_4232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SjPaoBFjpYE/TXWa9TAYWYI/AAAAAAAAKTU/ImdLNqhIQO8/s640/IMG_4232.JPG" width="640" /&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/3829791496252469793-2258967242455697543?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2258967242455697543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost-year-and-half-17-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2258967242455697543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2258967242455697543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost-year-and-half-17-months.html' title='Almost a year and half (17 months)'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vBx8taC__nU/TXWWGoJMrEI/AAAAAAAAKTI/Dw1HGFJW6Ls/s72-c/IMG_4242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1625777945776950229</id><published>2011-03-01T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:02:53.225-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>Take 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9E8ktvgE_R0/TW2xhXKNkhI/AAAAAAAAKTE/7wbuW-KOpC8/s1600/IMAG0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9E8ktvgE_R0/TW2xhXKNkhI/AAAAAAAAKTE/7wbuW-KOpC8/s640/IMAG0052.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Toys R Us got to be a little too much for little Miss here, so a rest break was needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't find her and her dad for a few minutes and when I walked by this aisle I found her trying to fit her little ass in to this booster with "Gavin's" mug in one hand and her waving with the other!!! &amp;nbsp;Sometimes it's just necessary to sit your cute little ass down in the middle of a toy store and take 5!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1625777945776950229?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1625777945776950229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/apparently-toys-r-us-got-to-be-little.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1625777945776950229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1625777945776950229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/apparently-toys-r-us-got-to-be-little.html' title='Take 5'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9E8ktvgE_R0/TW2xhXKNkhI/AAAAAAAAKTE/7wbuW-KOpC8/s72-c/IMAG0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3584313278654085051</id><published>2011-02-28T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:41:10.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Messy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><title type='text'>Toilet Paper Terrorist</title><content type='html'>Justin and I have been perplexed lately???? &amp;nbsp;We continue to find random white shit all over our floors. &amp;nbsp;What the hell could it be you ask? &amp;nbsp;We were confused at first as well. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty anal and keep our house fairly clean...it does get messy once in a while....we do have a one year old...but again I don't like crap just laying places. &amp;nbsp;So this whole white shit on the floor business was not really working for me. &lt;br /&gt;I finally realized it was toilet paper! &amp;nbsp;Toilet paper you say?! &amp;nbsp;I started to think that Justin was getting bored in the bathroom and decided to really piss me off and scatter this shit all over the floor because who the hell else wants to terrorize me? &amp;nbsp;Oh.....I'll give you all ONE other guess............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-m5GeH9d3jIg/TWxNmiSaVSI/AAAAAAAAKTA/aXxulLeSovM/s1600/IMG_0358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-m5GeH9d3jIg/TWxNmiSaVSI/AAAAAAAAKTA/aXxulLeSovM/s640/IMG_0358.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...you guessed right!!!! &amp;nbsp;Little Miss Lou Lou here!!! &amp;nbsp;She obsessed with toilet paper all of sudden and thinks it's fricken hilarious to leave little pieces ALL over the f'ing house! &amp;nbsp;Lucky us, I know!! &lt;br /&gt;So I have found my toilet paper terrorist......I'm gonna have to keep an eye on this one. &amp;nbsp;I'm just waiting for the day that I walk into the bathroom and she's covered in lotion, baby powder and shampoo and is bathing in a pile of toilet paper and tampons!!! &lt;br /&gt;Got to love little girls!!!! &amp;nbsp;I know I love mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-3584313278654085051?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3584313278654085051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/toilet-paper-terrorist.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3584313278654085051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3584313278654085051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/toilet-paper-terrorist.html' title='Toilet Paper Terrorist'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-m5GeH9d3jIg/TWxNmiSaVSI/AAAAAAAAKTA/aXxulLeSovM/s72-c/IMG_0358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3066875407164598587</id><published>2011-02-25T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:11:29.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Motivation.....I have none!</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure that lately I've started all of my, one big whole post a month, with some kind of reference to the fact that I have zero motivation and I and am lacking any sort of creativity in my entire body! &amp;nbsp;I just can't seem to figure out what I want to write about. &amp;nbsp;Seriously......What.The.Hell.Do.I.Write.About???? &amp;nbsp;I'm an extremely boring 29 year old with a very old (30) husband and a crazy ass beast who's name is Miss Mia Lou. &amp;nbsp;She keeps us busy and lately keeps me wondering when Justin is going to have to call the fuckin ambulance because I'm going to have a god damn heart attack with some of the shit that she &lt;i&gt;thinks&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;she can do...."thinks" is obviously the key word to all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....once again my goal is to really start utilizing this outlet again. &amp;nbsp;I miss writing and I miss my friends and I miss reading. &amp;nbsp;So hang in there....I promise that there will be some random ass reading for you all in the very near future again! &lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a pic of my munchkin because she's just too cute to not share!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CpNzUNkjYQE/TWhvKozAwJI/AAAAAAAAKS8/sebvnDXegmY/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CpNzUNkjYQE/TWhvKozAwJI/AAAAAAAAKS8/sebvnDXegmY/s640/IMG_0346.JPG" width="640" /&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/3829791496252469793-3066875407164598587?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3066875407164598587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/motivationi-have-none.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3066875407164598587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3066875407164598587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/motivationi-have-none.html' title='Motivation.....I have none!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CpNzUNkjYQE/TWhvKozAwJI/AAAAAAAAKS8/sebvnDXegmY/s72-c/IMG_0346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6480141137262637661</id><published>2011-02-08T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:54:56.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>16 Months going on 16 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVHed_7lXzI/AAAAAAAAKSE/Nm38Dg1dsLU/s1600/IMG_4193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVHed_7lXzI/AAAAAAAAKSE/Nm38Dg1dsLU/s640/IMG_4193.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once again am a day fricken late with your monthly post. &amp;nbsp;I can't seem to get my crazy ass together. &amp;nbsp;But, better late than never I guess....right?? &amp;nbsp;Right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last month has not been without our fair share of tantrums and apparently now you think it's ok to scratch, smack and oh yeah...fuckin bite your cousin. &amp;nbsp;Mia....not cool! &amp;nbsp;I have no idea where you got that from but it's only happened once and I pray to the good Lord above that once is all. &amp;nbsp;You get so mad so easy sometimes and take your frustrations out in any way you can at that moment. &amp;nbsp;Please Mia, Please, Do. Not. Become. A. Biter! &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVH6b5WktkI/AAAAAAAAKSI/4vVpyziXgEQ/s1600/IMG_4158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVH6b5WktkI/AAAAAAAAKSI/4vVpyziXgEQ/s640/IMG_4158.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new favorite words or "No" and "Mine"! &amp;nbsp;Seriously the best words EVER!! &amp;nbsp;No...not really! &amp;nbsp;Everything that comes into a your eyesight or everything that is in a...oh...lets say, 5 mile radius of you is "mine".....we know Mia....everything is yours!!! &amp;nbsp;You don't let us forget it and I really don't see an end in sight to your favorite new words!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love all of mommy's girly things! &amp;nbsp;Every morning and after baths and showers you have to have your body spray just like mommy, you have to have lotion on your hands just like mommy, chapstick is a must which doesn't surprise me since I have to have it on at all times. &amp;nbsp;Your getting to be such a big girl and it's so exciting to watch you.&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVH8KdWTwII/AAAAAAAAKSM/e-ChPI2J9GI/s1600/IMG_4185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVH8KdWTwII/AAAAAAAAKSM/e-ChPI2J9GI/s640/IMG_4185.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antie Becky and Uncle Jake got married at the end of January in Jamaica and it was the first time that I was away from you for more than a night (I had only been away from you twice over night since I've had you). &amp;nbsp;You stayed with Grandma and Grandpa for 6 days while mommy and daddy were on vacation. &amp;nbsp;I missed you like crazy, it was hard but I'm so glad that you got to spend that time with Grandma and Grandpa. &amp;nbsp;You did great but they said they could tell that you were definitely lonely for us. &amp;nbsp;We got the best reaction from you when we got home, you were so excited that you didn't know what to do so you just ran around! &amp;nbsp;Then 3 days later you decided to get ridiculously sick and so we were stuck in the house for 3 whole days at the end of our vacation and the 3 of us were pretty much miserable! &amp;nbsp;Fun times....NO...it wasn't fuckin fun at all! &amp;nbsp;I just brought you in to the doctor again today for the third time in 5 days and not only did you have an ear infection and a firey red throat you now have been diagnosed with Roseeolla. &amp;nbsp;Sweet!!!! &amp;nbsp;This is the worst part about being a parent....feeling completely helpless and not being able to do anything for you. &amp;nbsp;So...could you stop getting sick....mommy can't handle this shit anymore.&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVH93WarnOI/AAAAAAAAKSQ/4WrKbX0l8Q0/s1600/IMG_4221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVH93WarnOI/AAAAAAAAKSQ/4WrKbX0l8Q0/s640/IMG_4221.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You weigh 23 pounds&lt;br /&gt;* Books have reentered our lives again....which means Brown Bear has reared it's ugly damn head again.&lt;br /&gt;* You love Crystal Light Raspberry Ice Tea&lt;br /&gt;* You are a total seafood eater....LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;* You can dance your ass off&lt;br /&gt;* You started a Tiny Twister Tumbling class&lt;br /&gt;* You love looking at pictures of yourself&lt;br /&gt;* You are obsessed with babies and animals&lt;br /&gt;* You love daddy's hats&lt;br /&gt;* You have a thing for being naked....it's cute now but that shits gonna stop!&lt;br /&gt;* You've been snuggling more with me lately...which I love!&lt;br /&gt;* You love "Melmo"(Elmo)&lt;br /&gt;* You are more attached to your blankets than ever. &amp;nbsp;You always have to have at least 2 at all times.&lt;br /&gt;* You are starting to become such a good helper with putting things away&lt;br /&gt;* You totally found the snack cupboard...shit!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVIBkaZzmSI/AAAAAAAAKSw/g9vNzQxnDg0/s1600/IMG_4199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVIBkaZzmSI/AAAAAAAAKSw/g9vNzQxnDg0/s640/IMG_4199.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you aren't quite so naughty this next month but regardless you are my munchkin and look forward to seeing all the new things you discover! &lt;br /&gt;Love you baby girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6480141137262637661?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6480141137262637661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/16-months-going-on-16-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6480141137262637661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6480141137262637661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/16-months-going-on-16-years.html' title='16 Months going on 16 Years'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TVHed_7lXzI/AAAAAAAAKSE/Nm38Dg1dsLU/s72-c/IMG_4193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2102817114263139949</id><published>2011-01-07T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:26:44.785-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>15 Months....the month of the "No's"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYamYaM7cI/AAAAAAAAKRE/559XGJy4ahQ/s1600/156723_10150103157650639_522465638_7965545_2699405_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYamYaM7cI/AAAAAAAAKRE/559XGJy4ahQ/s640/156723_10150103157650639_522465638_7965545_2699405_n.jpg" width="480" /&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;Here we are.....the 15th month. &amp;nbsp;Time really does go by way too fast and it seems as though it just keeps going faster. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This last month brought us your second Christmas which was sooo very much fun. &amp;nbsp;You had a blast....actually I think your dad and I had more fun. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing how much fun Toys R Us can be for adults! &amp;nbsp;Because of all the fun our house has now been taken over by TOYS! &amp;nbsp;Holy shit the toys. &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;You are still doing all the same wonderful crazy things that you were doing last month with a few more antics to add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYb0zPBY7I/AAAAAAAAKRI/gKRqnQ4GEmg/s1600/IMG_3985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYb0zPBY7I/AAAAAAAAKRI/gKRqnQ4GEmg/s640/IMG_3985.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently...you ARE old enough to start having temper tantrums?! &amp;nbsp;Not really sure how that works but it does and you do! &amp;nbsp;It's almost funny for a while because you are this tiny little thing running around yelling "NO" in a very angry beast like way. &amp;nbsp;We are trying not to react and to just ignore the behavior but sometimes the yelling doesn't stop and your dad and I want to rip our ear drums out. &amp;nbsp;The whole patience factor has not gotten any better and actually now with these special little outbursts it's gotten worse. &amp;nbsp;I'm really hoping that we grow out of this faze. &amp;nbsp;I can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYc8vS23bI/AAAAAAAAKRM/xUobuDwSJzg/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYc8vS23bI/AAAAAAAAKRM/xUobuDwSJzg/s640/IMG_0025.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your appetite has increased a ridiculous amount! &amp;nbsp;You LOVE to eat! &amp;nbsp;Your new favorite thing is soups. &amp;nbsp;Which is fricken awesome because dad and I LOVE soups. &amp;nbsp;You love chicken wild rice, broccoli cheese, clam chowder, vegetable beef, pretty much any soup we've given you to try you love it. &amp;nbsp;It can not enter your mouth fast enough. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful that you are willing to try new things. &amp;nbsp;Even if you don't like them you will still try. &lt;br /&gt;You and dad still have your snack time at night. &amp;nbsp;Your new thing is bananas and cereal. &amp;nbsp;And like usual you shove as much food as you can in your mouth and hoard it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYeMQqYhjI/AAAAAAAAKRQ/rJNbE7V2Bsc/s1600/IMG_4098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYeMQqYhjI/AAAAAAAAKRQ/rJNbE7V2Bsc/s640/IMG_4098.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so busy everyday! &amp;nbsp;It's so much fun to watch you explore new things and play. &amp;nbsp;You are such the girl too....you love playing with your purse and necklaces and all those girly things. &amp;nbsp;You still get frustrated when things don't go your way or your toys don't come out of the toy bin easily or your baby stroller gets stuck on something then we experience the giant dinosaur like being that takes over your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYfaOpuvjI/AAAAAAAAKRU/HKmYoArwSwE/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYfaOpuvjI/AAAAAAAAKRU/HKmYoArwSwE/s640/IMG_0007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I can't wait to experience this next month with you and watch you learn, explore and figure out your world. &amp;nbsp;You amaze me on a daily basis. &amp;nbsp;You continue to put a smile on my face each and every day. &amp;nbsp;Maybe not all day but every day!!!! &amp;nbsp;Love you bug!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2102817114263139949?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2102817114263139949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/15-monthsthe-month-of-nos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2102817114263139949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2102817114263139949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/15-monthsthe-month-of-nos.html' title='15 Months....the month of the &quot;No&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSYamYaM7cI/AAAAAAAAKRE/559XGJy4ahQ/s72-c/156723_10150103157650639_522465638_7965545_2699405_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7219564575391003378</id><published>2011-01-01T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:48:24.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas....Twenty to the Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_4clRAJ-I/AAAAAAAAKO4/LLLkexQy58U/s1600/IMG_3987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_4clRAJ-I/AAAAAAAAKO4/LLLkexQy58U/s640/IMG_3987.JPG" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite the busy Westbrock's this Christmas....lots of running but oh so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;Let me share or 2010 Christmas story with you all....via photo story! &amp;nbsp;Thats what I do best and I'm still lazy and don't feel like typing all that much! &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_5a-epHFI/AAAAAAAAKO8/ZerB_FrRzsQ/s1600/IMG_3993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_5a-epHFI/AAAAAAAAKO8/ZerB_FrRzsQ/s640/IMG_3993.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve day....hanging at the in-laws for a few hours so Antie Becky and Uncle Jake could see the munchkin. &amp;nbsp;They suck now and live out of town so we don't get to see them much....except we will be spending 6 glorious days with them in Jamaica in...oh...I don't know....27 days!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_5-elCx5I/AAAAAAAAKPA/dWaVxbyg898/s1600/IMG_3998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_5-elCx5I/AAAAAAAAKPA/dWaVxbyg898/s640/IMG_3998.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are Christmas Eve Eve at my parents house for the craziness that is Christmas!!! &amp;nbsp;I think Mees is trying to bribe Grandma in to giving her a chip or something that she probably shouldn't be eating but I'm sure ate the entire evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_6A8uuXQI/AAAAAAAAKPE/P1yvwZKxVZI/s1600/IMG_4000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_6A8uuXQI/AAAAAAAAKPE/P1yvwZKxVZI/s640/IMG_4000.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got some crackers all over the face and she's probably wondering why the hell I'm taking another photo of her.....well sweetheart...that's what mommy does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_65WWx6oI/AAAAAAAAKPI/FhMLtHtMTUk/s1600/IMG_4026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_65WWx6oI/AAAAAAAAKPI/FhMLtHtMTUk/s640/IMG_4026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just another family Christmas photo...you can never have enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_66VJMkaI/AAAAAAAAKPM/IPIncI84w8E/s1600/156723_10150103157655639_522465638_7965546_4120986_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_66VJMkaI/AAAAAAAAKPM/IPIncI84w8E/s640/156723_10150103157655639_522465638_7965546_4120986_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and the three little crack heads....pretty sure they were hopped up on something...not sure who's purse that got into!!! &amp;nbsp;Kidding...kidding! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_66__0xNI/AAAAAAAAKPQ/ASdlhSWa8go/s1600/163616_10150103159835639_522465638_7965605_3673648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_66__0xNI/AAAAAAAAKPQ/ASdlhSWa8go/s640/163616_10150103159835639_522465638_7965605_3673648_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antie B and my kid...the ham! &amp;nbsp;In case you couldn't tell, she is saying "Cheeessseee"! &amp;nbsp;She did it so well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_7jt_sZcI/AAAAAAAAKPU/JtjDJ7JIPQc/s1600/162787_10150103161860639_522465638_7965668_1285248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_7jt_sZcI/AAAAAAAAKPU/JtjDJ7JIPQc/s640/162787_10150103161860639_522465638_7965668_1285248_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our yearly daddy daughter Christmas photo! &amp;nbsp;And somehow we always seem to match...it's totally not planned....we are just fricken sweet like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_7_M1K0oI/AAAAAAAAKPY/CP8fnu3f5sI/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_7_M1K0oI/AAAAAAAAKPY/CP8fnu3f5sI/s640/IMG_4068.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, Dad and their children...minus Justin and Joe....somebody had to take the photo...I have yet to figure out the whole timer dealio thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_8caKE7yI/AAAAAAAAKPk/qwYdNRCaS2k/s1600/IMG_4103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_8caKE7yI/AAAAAAAAKPk/qwYdNRCaS2k/s640/IMG_4103.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle Boo looking so sweet and innocent! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_8vrxqU1I/AAAAAAAAKPo/yTwl3XKcsy0/s1600/IMG_4111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_8vrxqU1I/AAAAAAAAKPo/yTwl3XKcsy0/s640/IMG_4111.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fabulously Fantastic Four! &amp;nbsp;I just made that shit up! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_9CmhRYMI/AAAAAAAAKPs/jL1NXPf1lx4/s1600/IMG_4126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_9CmhRYMI/AAAAAAAAKPs/jL1NXPf1lx4/s640/IMG_4126.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first Christmas in 29 years that I have not woken up at my parents house on Christmas morning. &amp;nbsp;I had a rough time with this....I'm very much for family traditions....although it was fun to wake up with Mia in our own house and sneak out into the living room to see what Santa brought her. &amp;nbsp;It was a wonderful morning with just the 3 of us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_9k0VQIzI/AAAAAAAAKPw/2wrI97ZeZ6Q/s1600/IMG_4134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_9k0VQIzI/AAAAAAAAKPw/2wrI97ZeZ6Q/s640/IMG_4134.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Figuring out Santa's Racin Ramps Garage he brought her! &amp;nbsp;Can you tell that's Justin's kid???!!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_930VKrqI/AAAAAAAAKP0/F5McxC5XaUk/s1600/IMG_4141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_930VKrqI/AAAAAAAAKP0/F5McxC5XaUk/s640/IMG_4141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hung out all morning, made breakfast and played. &amp;nbsp;P.S. Note to self...do not let photos be taken without putting your face on! &amp;nbsp;Not good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After breakfast and playing we packed up and went back to Justin's parents' for the afternoon where we stuffed our faces with prime rib, baked potato and corn....DELICIOUS but it also put me into a total food coma. &amp;nbsp;After stuffing our faces as if it were our last meal on earth we headed over to Justin's grandparent's for a while to visit and then we headed back to my parents house for our Christmas Day Eve Extravaganza!!! &amp;nbsp;Told ya....busy busy people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR__A6eXFGI/AAAAAAAAKP4/T_7skJzPsPM/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR__A6eXFGI/AAAAAAAAKP4/T_7skJzPsPM/s640/IMG_0007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cheeessseee" once again!! &amp;nbsp;This was after we stuffed our faces again with my dad's fabulous breaded pork chops, cheesy potato's, green bean casserole and corn. &amp;nbsp;I'm not kidding...my ass is gigantic! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR__Yv6FLcI/AAAAAAAAKP8/iUa19zfQrUs/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="630" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR__Yv6FLcI/AAAAAAAAKP8/iUa19zfQrUs/s640/IMG_0011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More presents....the boxes didn't stop! &amp;nbsp;She did however get her very own pink princess chair from her fairy godmother and she fricken LOVES it! &amp;nbsp;She thinks she is hot shit and plops her cute little diaper butt right in there...blankie and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR__6p-srzI/AAAAAAAAKQA/31iOI4FNCPw/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR__6p-srzI/AAAAAAAAKQA/31iOI4FNCPw/s640/IMG_0013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loungin probably watching Toy Story 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSABelhbW_I/AAAAAAAAKQs/o3rjgN-4RCc/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSABelhbW_I/AAAAAAAAKQs/o3rjgN-4RCc/s640/IMG_0017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, Deb and Mees' new doll. &amp;nbsp;Aren't the three of them just precious?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSABe5hn97I/AAAAAAAAKQw/-YcicVkA998/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSABe5hn97I/AAAAAAAAKQw/-YcicVkA998/s640/IMG_0022.JPG" width="638" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deb, completely smooshing the pink princess chair...although I think she looks real good in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSABfG6G-NI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/W9ViO2iNCpg/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TSABfG6G-NI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/W9ViO2iNCpg/s640/IMG_0028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year Justin and I get everybody Old Navy T's for their stockings and coincidently the three of us got the same damn shirt...go figure! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after putting the kids to bed we sat up and cocktailed and played LCR and shit on your neighbor. &amp;nbsp;I talked a lot of smack about taking everyone's money and it turns out that I didn't. &amp;nbsp;I actually got shit on and pretty much got eliminated right away. &amp;nbsp;Whatever....I'll get their money next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun slumber and woke up the next morning for yummy egg bake, hashbrowns and fruit. &amp;nbsp;Pretty much the entire moral/theme of this Christmas weekend was eating the shit out of everything in sight. &amp;nbsp;That's all we did and that's all I've been doing. &amp;nbsp;My ass has grown out of my pants. &amp;nbsp;Not cool...not cool! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you all had a fantastic Christmas. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I'll get my New Years post up in about a week or so! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7219564575391003378?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7219564575391003378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmastwenty-to-ten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7219564575391003378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7219564575391003378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmastwenty-to-ten.html' title='Christmas....Twenty to the Ten'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TR_4clRAJ-I/AAAAAAAAKO4/LLLkexQy58U/s72-c/IMG_3987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-8977459086005757518</id><published>2010-12-11T23:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:37:38.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holy Mothereffin Blizzard!!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if anyone watches the national weather but here in Minnesota on this lovely Saturday, we've accumulated about....oh I don't know.....17 inches or so of fuckin snow!!! &amp;nbsp;The wind is blowing so hard still that I'm pretty sure my patio door might blow the fuck in....in which case we'd be screwed and there would a whole lot of snow up in this place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of this wonderous blizzard we've been stuck inside ALL day. &amp;nbsp;It was all cool and whatnot this morning, all cozy and shit. &amp;nbsp;We got up and made breakfast, played with Mees, made some cookies, layed on the couch, played on the computer, layed on the couch, played with Mees, didn't make dinner because of all the damn cookies we ate, layed on the couch, snuggled with the munchkin, contemplated punching Justin...only because by this time I've gone fricken stir crazy and it just seemed like something fun to do, put Mees to bed and then watched Inception....which I'm still completely confused by and somewhat pissed off at. &amp;nbsp;I don't like it when I can't figure shit out, so now I'm mad, even though I thought it was a really good movie....apparently I'm just not smart enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however take some pics today of Miss Girl makin some cookies. &amp;nbsp;Weird...I know....pictures of Mia!! &amp;nbsp;Believe it or not though I've been slacking on the photo taking so I'm trying to step my game up!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRb_L6-EiI/AAAAAAAAKNA/N_T_4jPdt2Q/s1600/IMG_3944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRb_L6-EiI/AAAAAAAAKNA/N_T_4jPdt2Q/s640/IMG_3944.JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRb_tAF3oI/AAAAAAAAKNE/YaEKT92ab0Q/s1600/IMG_3947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRb_tAF3oI/AAAAAAAAKNE/YaEKT92ab0Q/s640/IMG_3947.JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRcmbeMkKI/AAAAAAAAKNU/ECY1XG32Ahs/s1600/IMG_3957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRcmbeMkKI/AAAAAAAAKNU/ECY1XG32Ahs/s640/IMG_3957.JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRcmtz3KRI/AAAAAAAAKNY/g6rpeUi_2Yo/s1600/IMG_3959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRcmtz3KRI/AAAAAAAAKNY/g6rpeUi_2Yo/s640/IMG_3959.JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRcmvqtcPI/AAAAAAAAKNc/h4UY_sxJvpU/s1600/IMG_3960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRcmvqtcPI/AAAAAAAAKNc/h4UY_sxJvpU/s640/IMG_3960.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I'm hoping that tomorrow we can either find some sort of non food project...because I'm pretty sure I might vomit from all the mothereffin cookies or be able to get out of the house, even if just to Costco a couple of blocks away! &amp;nbsp;Because if we don't...you may want to say a prayer for my poor husband because I may go ballistic!!!! &amp;nbsp;Happy snow blowing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-8977459086005757518?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8977459086005757518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/holy-mothereffin-blizzard.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8977459086005757518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8977459086005757518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/holy-mothereffin-blizzard.html' title='Holy Mothereffin Blizzard!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQRb_L6-EiI/AAAAAAAAKNA/N_T_4jPdt2Q/s72-c/IMG_3944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1858359704348586681</id><published>2010-12-09T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:11:09.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Lou'/><title type='text'>14 Months and every bit the MONSTER!</title><content type='html'>I feel like an asshole because I'm like 2 days behind on your monthly post which is totally not like me because I have serious OCD type issues that usually don't allow me to miss things like this.....but I did and I'm totally calling myself out on it. &amp;nbsp;But enough about me....lets talk about your monster little ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK9UIs9gI/AAAAAAAAKLU/wkP_bQU254g/s1600/SCAN0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK9UIs9gI/AAAAAAAAKLU/wkP_bQU254g/s640/SCAN0005.JPG" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last month has brought on a whole new level of diva!!!! &amp;nbsp;You. Are. A. Beast!!!!! &amp;nbsp;A cute little midget beast but a beast nontheless! &amp;nbsp;Remember all that talk about ZERO patience and temper issues??? &amp;nbsp;Well that has significantly increased!! &amp;nbsp;It makes me a little nervous because when you get frustrated you tend to chuck things or fists...whatever works for you at the moment. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to figure out how to redirect your frustrations and teach that hitting really isn't the way to go....especially when you hit mommy and daddy.....remember we are the ones that feed you....you need to be nice! &amp;nbsp;I know you are trying to figure out this whole big world around you so we do what we do and just hope that you won't grow up to be a total Asshole!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK9hi8JkI/AAAAAAAAKLY/2YJjTdb6hI0/s1600/SCAN0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK9hi8JkI/AAAAAAAAKLY/2YJjTdb6hI0/s640/SCAN0006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two little peoples....right above here....are your most bestest peeps! &amp;nbsp;You three are a fricken hoot....there are times you play well together and then there are the times where you whack Belle in the head (remember we need to work on that whole not being an Asshole thing) and shove Carter out of your "bubble". &amp;nbsp;But the fact that you three have each other is truly a wonderful blessing! &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBLp9zU-9I/AAAAAAAAKLs/KsPZWP-oGXs/s1600/IMG_3847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBLp9zU-9I/AAAAAAAAKLs/KsPZWP-oGXs/s640/IMG_3847.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You still think that you can run better than walk and let me tell you....that's not really the case. &amp;nbsp;You don't look like a drunk frankenstein too much anymore but it's funny because you totally walk like your dad. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to explain it but you just do and anyone who knows you and your dad can totally understand. &amp;nbsp;You love to be chased and I'm hoping that will give mommy a smaller ass!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBLqKE4M4I/AAAAAAAAKLw/-G7G5lA3Ovw/s1600/IMG_3852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBLqKE4M4I/AAAAAAAAKLw/-G7G5lA3Ovw/s640/IMG_3852.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our routines. &amp;nbsp;Our bedtime routine is pretty set and is very ritualistic. &amp;nbsp;You start with your nightly cocktail of warm milk in a bottle on the couch with mommy and your blankie (unless daddy steals you and in that case mommy wants to kick him in his biscuit because.. thats our time dammit!) and then we sit and snuggle for a little bit. &amp;nbsp;Then we have to get up and you make sure that dad is right behind us....we have to go look at all the pictures on the wall in the hallway and you point and say "Whosssattt" when the majority of the pics are of you! &amp;nbsp;Then you get all tucked in with your seahorse and blankies and get mucho kisses and sweet dreams and then it's time for mommy and daddy to Just.....SIT!!! &amp;nbsp;I love that you know that this is what we do...and the fact that you go down so easily makes life much nicer for mom and dad!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK-E3676I/AAAAAAAAKLk/X1vpHxTBXg0/s1600/IMG_3900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK-E3676I/AAAAAAAAKLk/X1vpHxTBXg0/s640/IMG_3900.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are starting to talk more....you obviously have your own vocabulary but your communication and understanding of more things is growing every day. &amp;nbsp;I try to continuously talk to you and explain things that we are doing so you get the concept of different things. &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBMXzG9wSI/AAAAAAAAKMI/irXqafbTDRE/s1600/IMG_3839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBMXzG9wSI/AAAAAAAAKMI/irXqafbTDRE/s640/IMG_3839.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total vulture!!!! &amp;nbsp;You LOVE to mooch food off of whoever is around! &amp;nbsp;Totally your mom!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm just grateful that you like to try things. &amp;nbsp;And we know right away if you don't like something because that shit comes right back out. &amp;nbsp;You have found it to be real funny to start throwing your food and flinging it and spitting it out. &amp;nbsp;You also hoard food in your chubby little cheeks. &amp;nbsp;I still get yelled at for cutting your food up smaller than what you may expect but you are a HOARDER and...well....thats just what I'm gonna do until you eat your food!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK96Do0-I/AAAAAAAAKLg/cw22O4a5ivo/s1600/IMG_3864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="590" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK96Do0-I/AAAAAAAAKLg/cw22O4a5ivo/s640/IMG_3864.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite the character and I love watching you start to explore things more and get more comfortable with yourself and others. &amp;nbsp;Your massive meltdowns (like we are experiencing as I write this) could be fewer but I guess that's what makes you YOU!! &amp;nbsp;And I love you more than you could ever imagine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1858359704348586681?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1858359704348586681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/14-months-and-every-bit-monster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1858359704348586681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1858359704348586681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/14-months-and-every-bit-monster.html' title='14 Months and every bit the MONSTER!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TQBK9UIs9gI/AAAAAAAAKLU/wkP_bQU254g/s72-c/SCAN0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5547930226510266775</id><published>2010-12-05T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:24:09.750-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Baby Sister</title><content type='html'>On November 20th my baby sister became a big girl and got herself all married and shit! &amp;nbsp;It's so weird to me now that we are both married and have kids and are total grown ups and have grown up responsibilities and titles and whatnot! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say that that day might have been one of the funnest days EVER! &amp;nbsp;I may have even had more fun at her wedding than I did at my own. &amp;nbsp;It could have been because nobody got maced or arrested!! &amp;nbsp;Please refer to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-trash-wedding.html"&gt;my beautiful wedding post!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or maybe it was the fact that we didn't have all the pressure of being the bride and groom yet we got to dress up and be a whole big part of the entire thing. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe because it was just a fuckin good time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day was beautiful! &amp;nbsp;My sister was beyond beautiful. &amp;nbsp;Everything was just perfect! &amp;nbsp;I don't have a ton of photos but I'll share a few!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv0rPEB30I/AAAAAAAAKI8/2F0bgmg0HYU/s1600/374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv0rPEB30I/AAAAAAAAKI8/2F0bgmg0HYU/s640/374.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the hubs all snazzied up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv14CAegII/AAAAAAAAKJA/PkM6gW3wvy4/s1600/376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="608" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv14CAegII/AAAAAAAAKJA/PkM6gW3wvy4/s640/376.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bride's people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv6v6FZDoI/AAAAAAAAKJI/6U1UHNKLNFk/s1600/386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv6v6FZDoI/AAAAAAAAKJI/6U1UHNKLNFk/s640/386.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. and the Mrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv6uKV2xpI/AAAAAAAAKJE/fwQ91yjsdLk/s1600/381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv6uKV2xpI/AAAAAAAAKJE/fwQ91yjsdLk/s640/381.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holla!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7hsx_PJI/AAAAAAAAKJM/niWR3MenYkc/s1600/391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7hsx_PJI/AAAAAAAAKJM/niWR3MenYkc/s640/391.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the cutest dad of ALL time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7jaQPUKI/AAAAAAAAKJQ/Hds4ak94kQs/s1600/392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7jaQPUKI/AAAAAAAAKJQ/Hds4ak94kQs/s640/392.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and big sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7kSRev_I/AAAAAAAAKJU/4huCu6pWQk4/s1600/394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="638" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7kSRev_I/AAAAAAAAKJU/4huCu6pWQk4/s640/394.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the beginning to the end of my dear dear sister here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7k5jcXgI/AAAAAAAAKJY/9y_Rs04hYII/s1600/395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv7k5jcXgI/AAAAAAAAKJY/9y_Rs04hYII/s640/395.JPG" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Bride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBKXkPbUI/AAAAAAAAKJs/dyxaTNeTDI0/s1600/396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBKXkPbUI/AAAAAAAAKJs/dyxaTNeTDI0/s640/396.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seesters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBbz__9uI/AAAAAAAAKJ0/7qeb0Ks9MQo/s1600/397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBbz__9uI/AAAAAAAAKJ0/7qeb0Ks9MQo/s640/397.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ladies!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBni_nnxI/AAAAAAAAKJ4/6Zh4zSlgjgM/s1600/403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBni_nnxI/AAAAAAAAKJ4/6Zh4zSlgjgM/s640/403.JPG" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First Dance&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBpoujD9I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/GA4h8XCoirk/s1600/406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwBpoujD9I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/GA4h8XCoirk/s640/406.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We partied the shit out of that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwB7MbIcWI/AAAAAAAAKKA/nD7kiDSBCS8/s1600/407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="610" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPwB7MbIcWI/AAAAAAAAKKA/nD7kiDSBCS8/s640/407.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture pretty much sums of the night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So much fun had by all!!! &amp;nbsp;Natalie is already planning their five year vow renewal party!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking Justin and I are totally going to have to do that too! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/3829791496252469793-5547930226510266775?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5547930226510266775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr-and-mrs-baby-sister.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5547930226510266775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5547930226510266775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr-and-mrs-baby-sister.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Baby Sister'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPv0rPEB30I/AAAAAAAAKI8/2F0bgmg0HYU/s72-c/374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1789941342474005755</id><published>2010-12-02T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:42:43.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><title type='text'>A Monster has eaten my Child!</title><content type='html'>Apparently when little midget girls hit a year they morph into this walking, sorta talking, monster of a little being!!! &amp;nbsp;Little Miss Mees has most definitely been giving Justin and I a run for our money lately! &amp;nbsp;She is a M.O.N.S.T.E.R (a really cute monster though!). &lt;br /&gt;Her personality/attitude is most definitely starting to shine through and most of the time it cracks me up but there is that small part of the time that makes me want to drink 2 bottles of wine, take 3 vicodin and maybe throw a couple of xanax in there with it!! &lt;br /&gt;The temper tantrums have started! &amp;nbsp;We've started hitting! &amp;nbsp;We scream if books are not immediately acknowledged and read... at which point they get chucked....sometimes directly at us! &amp;nbsp;We have become a much pickier eater and really enjoy throwing our food ALL over the fuckin place! &amp;nbsp;When we do eat we like to shove massive amounts into our mouth and then when told to NOT do it we spit that shit all over the place! &lt;br /&gt;On the flip side of all this small not really so significant naughtiness that girl can make my day in an instant! &amp;nbsp; Her smile is contagious and I would not change one thing about her crazy, diva, impatient little self! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPg8jhHQGtI/AAAAAAAAKI4/R5nJoaaDR_Q/s1600/150310_1713813003588_1186077833_1970133_8171636_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPg8jhHQGtI/AAAAAAAAKI4/R5nJoaaDR_Q/s640/150310_1713813003588_1186077833_1970133_8171636_n.jpg" width="480" /&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/3829791496252469793-1789941342474005755?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1789941342474005755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster-has-eaten-my-child.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1789941342474005755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1789941342474005755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster-has-eaten-my-child.html' title='A Monster has eaten my Child!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TPg8jhHQGtI/AAAAAAAAKI4/R5nJoaaDR_Q/s72-c/150310_1713813003588_1186077833_1970133_8171636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7641836181625458612</id><published>2010-11-07T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:49:54.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Lou'/><title type='text'>The Month After One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkEZlZcsI/AAAAAAAAKHI/T7LIcAebZEw/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkEZlZcsI/AAAAAAAAKHI/T7LIcAebZEw/s640/078.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok....so apparently when I told Time to slow the hell down...it didn't really want to listen to this mommy!&amp;nbsp; This month, after One, seems to have gone&amp;nbsp;even faster than the rest.&amp;nbsp; Which I didn't really think was possible but let me tell you....IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has&amp;nbsp;been crazy!&amp;nbsp; Crazy busy and&amp;nbsp;crazy huge milestones that you have reached!&amp;nbsp; Lets start with the fact that yes.....you are now a walker!!!&amp;nbsp; Well more like a drunk little frankenstein midget with 5 teeth and your little pebbles pony!!!&amp;nbsp; It blows my mind how one day you are scaling furniture, the next you are taking two steps on your own and now you think you are a fuckin&amp;nbsp;olympian training for the 2012 track team!&amp;nbsp; You have so much determination....you fall... you get right&amp;nbsp;back up....and God help us if we try to help you.&amp;nbsp; Oh hell no....you are quite the independent little lady when it comes to certain things and that is one of them.&amp;nbsp; You're not one for&amp;nbsp;us holding your hand...unless we make it into some kind of game where mom and&amp;nbsp;dad look like&amp;nbsp;two total&amp;nbsp;asshats skipping around with a midget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkFL25NkI/AAAAAAAAKHQ/yOSJHw7_W3I/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkFL25NkI/AAAAAAAAKHQ/yOSJHw7_W3I/s640/093.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You are quite the character!!&amp;nbsp; Your personality comes through more and more every day!&amp;nbsp; You are your mother....and Lord help your father for that because I'm an Asshole!&amp;nbsp; You have a horrible temper and get so fricken pissed when something doesn't work for you and you have ZERO patience.&amp;nbsp; You scream when you can't get a toy out of the toy box, you scream when you can't fit the square block into the round hole, you sream when we don't let you DO IT YOURSELF!&amp;nbsp; You like&amp;nbsp;to figure it out by yourself yet if you don't within 2.2 seconds you freak the fuck out and one of us better be there to help your independent little ass out!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You love to play with the kids at daycare and with Carter and Belle but you also like your space.&amp;nbsp; You play well on your own and don't really care for people all up in your business....unless you are in the mood!&amp;nbsp; You haven't quite gotten the grasp of sharing but you have gotten the grasp of hitting!&amp;nbsp; I was imformed by Stacy a couple of weeks ago that you got into a bitch fight at daycare with Mackenzie in the sand box.&amp;nbsp; You both wanted the same toy and the two of your were slapping your hands in the air at each other!!&amp;nbsp; I actually found it quite amusing!!!&amp;nbsp; You do need to learn how to share though&amp;nbsp;but I'm glad that you can hold your own....I just don't want phone calls that you've beaten the shit out of someone!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkKBCEAzI/AAAAAAAAKII/CM7gzhOsa0A/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkKBCEAzI/AAAAAAAAKII/CM7gzhOsa0A/s640/090.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brown Bear has reared it's ugly head again!&amp;nbsp; I swear to shit that one of these days I'll have the courage to hide that fricken book from you but right now I feel it's way to cruel....even though if I have to read that fuckin book one more time I might....just might....lose my ever lovin mind!&amp;nbsp; I am greatful though that you've gotten so interested in your books.&amp;nbsp; You've always liked us to read to you and then 30 seconds later you had enough.&amp;nbsp; Now you go into your bedroom and pull all the books off your bookshelf, scream at us and pretty much chuck the book at us and then back your little behind into our laps and wait for us to read.&amp;nbsp; This usually consists of you hollering if we don't do it fast enough or you trying to turn the pages before we even have the first words read.&amp;nbsp; Putting my hatred of Brown Bear aside I love that you come and snuggle yourself right in with your blankie and your book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are officially off of formula now and on to whole milk which is nice and cheaper!&amp;nbsp; Except it's a little harder to haul milk around then some powder?!&amp;nbsp; You are still ridiculously attached to your bottle and I'm starting to worry a little because I don't see an end to it any time soon.&amp;nbsp; You drink out of your sippys but not a ton.&amp;nbsp; We'll put milk in the sippy for you but oh no...that shit don't fool you....you want your bahboo!&amp;nbsp; We keep trying though so hopefully.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You amaze me on a daily basis and totally keep dad and I on our toes!&amp;nbsp; It's so much fun to watch you do all these new things and see the look on your face when you accomplish them on your own!&amp;nbsp; It's going to be another crazy month ahead of us and I can't wait to see what's in store for us then.&amp;nbsp; And I promise I'll take more pictures this next month.&amp;nbsp; October was really lacking and I'm not to happy with myself!&amp;nbsp; Love you baby girl!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkSw3DK3I/AAAAAAAAKIY/zg2qnep1yFM/s1600/Family+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="620" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkSw3DK3I/AAAAAAAAKIY/zg2qnep1yFM/s640/Family+photo.jpg" width="640" /&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/3829791496252469793-7641836181625458612?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7641836181625458612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/month-after-one.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7641836181625458612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7641836181625458612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/month-after-one.html' title='The Month After One!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkEZlZcsI/AAAAAAAAKHI/T7LIcAebZEw/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1791068679330836574</id><published>2010-11-04T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:06:42.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday on Thursday because it's just too funny not to!</title><content type='html'>PRICELESS!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkK-Q-Y5I/AAAAAAAAKIQ/oNvSnzetUbo/s1600/092+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkK-Q-Y5I/AAAAAAAAKIQ/oNvSnzetUbo/s640/092+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know that there are too many words to describe this photo except fricken hilarious!&amp;nbsp; We got Woody, Melmin the giraffe and my, to bombed to sit up by myself, bee!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Happy Almost Friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1791068679330836574?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1791068679330836574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordless-wednesday-on-thursday-because.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1791068679330836574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1791068679330836574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordless-wednesday-on-thursday-because.html' title='Wordless Wednesday on Thursday because it&apos;s just too funny not to!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TNNkK-Q-Y5I/AAAAAAAAKIQ/oNvSnzetUbo/s72-c/092+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7394016279960408097</id><published>2010-10-29T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:19:35.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never....I guess!</title><content type='html'>I'm making some new goals for myself.....I need to start fricken writing again.&amp;nbsp; I miss it but I just can't seem to get myself to type the words!&amp;nbsp; So....I'm going to start small and make this post mostly photos....but they are of Mee's first birthday so all is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The munchkin's birthday was on a Thursday (at the beginning of this month....hence the better late than never!)&amp;nbsp;so Justin and I had our parents over for dinner and cake.&amp;nbsp; I made a f'in DELICIOUS meal!!!&amp;nbsp; We had a little flank steak topped with a garlic tomato mixture, roasted red potatos, asparagus and mushrooms and some good crusty bread!&amp;nbsp; Yeah.....it was amazing!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTfCOyHpdI/AAAAAAAAJ_I/QsBtxhlUJ_I/s1600/111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTfCOyHpdI/AAAAAAAAJ_I/QsBtxhlUJ_I/s640/111.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Birthday Family Photo!&lt;br /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTezKvJEiI/AAAAAAAAJ_E/dU8exPzH_qI/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTezKvJEiI/AAAAAAAAJ_E/dU8exPzH_qI/s640/096.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A Girl and her Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; 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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTfI9exOyI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/oluYVj6VZY8/s1600/114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTfI9exOyI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/oluYVj6VZY8/s640/114.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her Barbie Cake before the Barbie masacre of Twenty Ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTfX7-n-wI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/_zwyZcf-ZnE/s1600/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTfX7-n-wI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/_zwyZcf-ZnE/s640/120.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3XsrWDWI/AAAAAAAAKC4/M68Vd3XS1dI/s1600/134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3XsrWDWI/AAAAAAAAKC4/M68Vd3XS1dI/s640/134.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was a MESS!!!&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3YvwKR0I/AAAAAAAAKDE/CVrzUNtzfHE/s1600/137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3YvwKR0I/AAAAAAAAKDE/CVrzUNtzfHE/s640/137.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As was our table!!&amp;nbsp; That shit took us about 20 minutes to clean.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So that was her actual birthday. Her big party was planned for Saturday. Well....Mia's dumb ass mom decided to make her one year check up appointment for Friday and we all know that that means shots. Yeah...so my lovely kid who has never had a problem with shots before decided to have a bad reaction to them and woke up late Friday night covered in her barf. Which ended up as a long ass night for mom and Mees. I felt HORRIBLE!&amp;nbsp; So needless to say she was absolutely miserable for her first birthday party.&amp;nbsp; My mom kept telling me that she wouldn't remember and blah blah blah.....well mom....I'll fuckin remember and I was devastated.&amp;nbsp; She's only going to get ONE first birthday party and I f'd it all up!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She did have a couple of good moments....more shitty ones that good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3aVPjdlI/AAAAAAAAKDg/mFeLNVEf5OY/s1600/143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3aVPjdlI/AAAAAAAAKDg/mFeLNVEf5OY/s640/143.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her Giant cupcake cake that Grandma made for her that mommy and daddy ended up eating the shit out of!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3dL0fTQI/AAAAAAAAKD8/09NmJzNOLIY/s1600/150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3dL0fTQI/AAAAAAAAKD8/09NmJzNOLIY/s640/150.JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3e5_XePI/AAAAAAAAKEc/feCK8IzoR0g/s1600/158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3e5_XePI/AAAAAAAAKEc/feCK8IzoR0g/s640/158.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of many melt downs!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3iroUJhI/AAAAAAAAKFU/LPUKSGZeKx0/s1600/172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3iroUJhI/AAAAAAAAKFU/LPUKSGZeKx0/s640/172.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tractor ride with daddy!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3lE-bVvI/AAAAAAAAKGA/OJnbsrHLmbU/s1600/182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3lE-bVvI/AAAAAAAAKGA/OJnbsrHLmbU/s640/182.JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3m4VqeaI/AAAAAAAAKGY/DQv1Uhr_FEg/s1600/188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMt3m4VqeaI/AAAAAAAAKGY/DQv1Uhr_FEg/s640/188.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And we are spent....chillin with Antie B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have Miss Mia's first birthday festivities in a nut shell.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully next year we can enjoy it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7394016279960408097?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7394016279960408097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/better-late-than-neveri-guess.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7394016279960408097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7394016279960408097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/better-late-than-neveri-guess.html' title='Better Late than Never....I guess!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TMTfCOyHpdI/AAAAAAAAJ_I/QsBtxhlUJ_I/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-4643286966276070671</id><published>2010-10-07T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:31:46.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Lou'/><title type='text'>Today....You are ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKtTJx9wjAI/AAAAAAAAJ-I/wZaJ9XaB__s/s1600/157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKtTJx9wjAI/AAAAAAAAJ-I/wZaJ9XaB__s/s640/157.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One year ago today you came into this world and changed my life forever!&amp;nbsp; You gave me meaning and purpose, you opened up this whole other part of my heart that I didn't know was there.&amp;nbsp; You made me realize that you are the reason that I'm here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKqEYHpPDoI/AAAAAAAAJ98/1tOsHsFHpPI/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKqEYHpPDoI/AAAAAAAAJ98/1tOsHsFHpPI/s640/091.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last month has been crazy....crazy busy and...well...just plain crazy:&lt;br /&gt;* You have already started throwing little mini temper tantrums....you are completely over dramatic....not quite sure where you get that from!!( I will take full responsibility but that will be our secret!).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You have taken a few steps by yourself.&amp;nbsp; We try to help you and you want nothing to do with us.&amp;nbsp; You obviously want to do it on your own.&amp;nbsp; One day soon you are just going to take off....for now though you are a fast little shit and get to where you need to go by crawling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; It's funny because you are so independent when it comes to certain things and certain situations yet you are completely attached to my ass the other part of the time.&amp;nbsp; You are fine with other people as long as you don't see me or know I'm there.&amp;nbsp; This has made mommy's left arm muscle very disproportionate to the rest of her body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKqES-U_fiI/AAAAAAAAJ9w/1ZNEZHjPXX8/s1600/081+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKqES-U_fiI/AAAAAAAAJ9w/1ZNEZHjPXX8/s640/081+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You LOVE being outside!&amp;nbsp; You love to swing on the swings over at Antie's and would spend all your time out there if we let you.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are a total chatter box.&amp;nbsp; Your new word is baboo for bottle.&amp;nbsp; You got that from Belle Boo....that's what she calls her bottle.&amp;nbsp; You are starting to recognize words and what they are related too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are still obsessed with the phone and are constantly "talking" on it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You have graduated to your big girl car seat....we switched them out this last weekend.&amp;nbsp; It makes me a little sad but it's nice not breaking my back everyday lugging that damn carrier around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKtTH_GdY3I/AAAAAAAAJ-E/zXdKKx6zWW8/s1600/144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKtTH_GdY3I/AAAAAAAAJ-E/zXdKKx6zWW8/s640/144.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; We are trying to get you to drink out of your sippys more but you are still a total bottle baby....when you do drink out of them you usually make a game of it and spit your shit everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You follow your uncle Joey around EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You destroy most everything!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are a dancing fool....can't wait til we can get you into dance class!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKtTMfdZMGI/AAAAAAAAJ-M/-JwS2k5T2Kc/s1600/176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKtTMfdZMGI/AAAAAAAAJ-M/-JwS2k5T2Kc/s640/176.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are a total diva and have absolutely ZERO patience.&amp;nbsp; Again....no idea where that shit comes from!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You can make me smile one minute and make me want to rip out every hair on my&amp;nbsp;head the next!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You have a horrible temper...at this moment you are screaming and flinging yourself into the&amp;nbsp;ottoman....as if the ottoman did something horrible to you!&amp;nbsp; It did nothing to you!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You weigh 21.2 pounds and are 28 1/4 inches long which puts you in the 50th percentile for both....your head is another story....apparently you are in the 90th percentile for your big ass head.&amp;nbsp; I don't think you have a big head....and if you do it's only because you are already a genius!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKqEPmqIfUI/AAAAAAAAJ9o/VC7KXIIdNKA/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKqEPmqIfUI/AAAAAAAAJ9o/VC7KXIIdNKA/s640/079.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last year has been amazing!&amp;nbsp; It's been the best most hardest year of my life and I wouldn't change it for the world.&amp;nbsp; You have brought me more joy than I could have ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;Happy&amp;nbsp;First Birthday Mia Lou!&amp;nbsp; We love you more than you could ever know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-4643286966276070671?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4643286966276070671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/todayyou-are-one.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4643286966276070671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4643286966276070671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/todayyou-are-one.html' title='Today....You are ONE!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TKtTJx9wjAI/AAAAAAAAJ-I/wZaJ9XaB__s/s72-c/157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-4011368427989361789</id><published>2010-09-28T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:52:20.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Old Saggy Balls!</title><content type='html'>I've been a horrible blogger the last month or two and I have no good excuse except we've been crazy busy and by the time I have time to write I just want to lay!!&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what's going on in this whole other world of mine....I feel a little lost and it's totally my fault.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping to get back to my "other" family here real soon....slowly but surely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to&amp;nbsp;the whole saggy balls situation....my husband turned THIRTY!!&amp;nbsp;last Friday (we haven't gotten to the whole saggy situation yet but rumor has it, things start to go south once thirty hits.....I can hardly wait to see what happens to me!!!)&amp;nbsp; And me being the horrible wife that I am did not to a birthday post for him yet.&amp;nbsp; Well....here it is.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I decided to throw him a surprise party which was not so much a surprise when I found out that one of the invites got returned due to wrong address and Justin decided to open that shit and saw a big blue sheet that said SURPRISE!!&amp;nbsp; Really right now??&amp;nbsp; Oh well....I tried!!!&amp;nbsp; So a whole lot of my family showed up and not a whole lot of his did....they are all on my shit list right now....total other post, and his good friends showed up.&amp;nbsp; Which now I'm wishing they didn't because instead of partying like he was 30 he partied like he was fuckin 21.&amp;nbsp; We don't go out much anymore and so one would think to not drink like we go out every weekend.&amp;nbsp; NOPE.....that most definitely didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; There were shots being had and more shots after that.&amp;nbsp; Soooo, by about 10:30....he was DONE!&amp;nbsp; And when I say done I mean vomitting excessive amounts over the railing outside.&amp;nbsp; And me being the fabulous wife that I am didn't want anything to do with that shit!!!&amp;nbsp; I got one baby at home to take care of, I don't need another.&amp;nbsp; So I &lt;strike&gt;made&lt;/strike&gt; asked Justin's cousin Brad to take him home in his truck because he ain't pukin in my car!&amp;nbsp; Plus we wanted to stay and party....shit I had a babysitter.&amp;nbsp; But once I saw that he could barely get his drunk ass in the car I decided I didn't want to come home and find him face&amp;nbsp;down in the hallway or hanging over Mia's crib!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say he made it home alive and didn't puke in my bed.&amp;nbsp; He was a big pile of shit on Saturday and did absolutely NOTHING.&amp;nbsp; Which is fine with me....I'm going to be pretty depressed when I turn 30 and probably a big pile of shit myself!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Lover, Love you even though you can't handle your booze anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-4011368427989361789?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4011368427989361789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-saggy-balls.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4011368427989361789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4011368427989361789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-saggy-balls.html' title='Old Saggy Balls!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-383601046829012187</id><published>2010-09-16T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:30:46.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Favorite Old Lady!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy "29th" birthday to my most favoritist older sister (she's my favorite older sister because she is my only older sister)!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Deb....I hope that you are having an amazing day and that this next year brings you all the happiness in the world because you out of all people completely deserve it.&amp;nbsp; You are one of the most caring and generous peoples that I've ever known and I feel honored to have you as a big sister.&amp;nbsp; You have taught me so much and I can always count on and rely on you for anything and everything....Especially with all of my mental status issues!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We've alwasy had our special bond and am so grateful for that.&amp;nbsp; Not only are you my sissy but you are also one of my bestest friends.&amp;nbsp; I love you very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day Lady, You are the Best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TJLD4t0CRUI/AAAAAAAAJ80/EFvNfTd92Iw/s1600/026+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TJLD4t0CRUI/AAAAAAAAJ80/EFvNfTd92Iw/s640/026+(2).JPG" width="640" /&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/3829791496252469793-383601046829012187?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/383601046829012187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-my-favorite-old-lady.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/383601046829012187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/383601046829012187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-my-favorite-old-lady.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Favorite Old Lady!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TJLD4t0CRUI/AAAAAAAAJ80/EFvNfTd92Iw/s72-c/026+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-431690522403375717</id><published>2010-09-07T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:34:22.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><title type='text'>The Month before 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8SD0O6PI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/K3mzwHvD9R8/s1600/017+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8SD0O6PI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/K3mzwHvD9R8/s640/017+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just so you know Miss Mees....mama is kinda (a lot) sad about writing this post.&amp;nbsp; This is your last monthly post before you turn the big ONE and I'm a little emotional about it.&amp;nbsp; I guess I will get over it....only because I have no control on this whole stopping time thing.&amp;nbsp; I swear to shit though....I'm going to find a way!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8QY4Tq7I/AAAAAAAAJ78/Xs2FBt8HZnA/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8QY4Tq7I/AAAAAAAAJ78/Xs2FBt8HZnA/s640/013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* I've said in previous posts that you are my little diva girl.....seriously though....this month you have shown us&amp;nbsp;that divaness in true Mia fashion.&amp;nbsp; Half the time you are a complete asshole and scream because we've taken something away from you that you can't have and half the time you are such a ham bone that there is no way that we could ever be mat at you.&amp;nbsp; And just so you know....when I say scream I mean throw mini temper tantrums and pour on the waterworks.&amp;nbsp; It's actually quite funny because it's so ridiculously fake!&lt;br /&gt;* You want to walk so badly.&amp;nbsp; You are a master at scaling the furniture and you think you are pretty hot shit because you can totally stand by yourself and are actually quite good at balancing.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to imagine that any day you could be our walking little midget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8UZBPWII/AAAAAAAAJ8E/BL96-Hleta4/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8UZBPWII/AAAAAAAAJ8E/BL96-Hleta4/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* You are so curious about everyone and everything.&amp;nbsp; You are little miss nosey rosey that needs to know what's going on at all times!&lt;br /&gt;* You still get so excited when you see Carter and Ella.&amp;nbsp; The three of you are going to be a handful.&amp;nbsp; All three of you are already fighting for the attention.&amp;nbsp; We all think it's pretty funny....I'm sure you all don't!&lt;br /&gt;* You are ATTACHED TO MY ASS.&amp;nbsp; We are going through the "I need my mommy at all times stage". I know that there will come a day that I will always want you attached to my ass but I seriously can't even pee without you freakin out that I've left you for all time!&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8XIHdDsI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/ew6-vKx4NlU/s1600/028+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8XIHdDsI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/ew6-vKx4NlU/s640/028+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are starting to use more sounds and say more "words":&amp;nbsp; Mama, Dada, Uh Oh, and your little jibberish has gotten more excessive and a whole lot cuter!&amp;nbsp; You wave bye bye, clap your hands....all the time, roll your tongue, spit.....or I should say drool all your water, food, whatever it is that you have in your mouth, all over the place.&amp;nbsp; You think it's funny....me not so much when it all ends up in my face!&lt;br /&gt;* You are obsessed with opening and closing things and putting things into things.&amp;nbsp; You love your new little kitchen set that daddy and I got you.&lt;br /&gt;* You still LOVE to "talk" on the phone.&amp;nbsp; Now you will hold just about anything up to your ear and start having a "conversation" with whoever!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8ZggB-4I/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/q6ZqJfdPEp4/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8ZggB-4I/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/q6ZqJfdPEp4/s640/031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You decided that you were pretty smart the other day and figured out how to crawl your little self right up and out of your walker.&amp;nbsp; You were just hanging out on top of the tray.&amp;nbsp; We were right there and watched you do the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; Not going to be using that thing much anymore!&lt;br /&gt;* You are becoming leary of "strangers".&amp;nbsp; The only men that you will go to is Dad, Grandpa's, Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise you are pretty shy and not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;* You are still very much the little dancer!&amp;nbsp; You love music and have a very eclectic taste!&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb7w6BxQeI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/ibX91Ajh0XI/s1600/019+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb7w6BxQeI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/ibX91Ajh0XI/s640/019+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* You have the most contagious laugh and I just want to squeeze you!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You love to take showers.&amp;nbsp; If me or dad are in the shower and you are not....well....it's not ok.&amp;nbsp; Remember that whole diva thing that I was talking about.....yeah...that monster comes out!&amp;nbsp; You are a total water baby!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are getting a little picky with your eating and I was a little concerned but the doctor said when you want to eat you will.&amp;nbsp; And pretty much you are a bottle baby.&amp;nbsp; Which frightens me a little because it's going to be a bitch getting you off that thing.&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8OqLIVVI/AAAAAAAAJ74/LtdnsY0iYGo/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8OqLIVVI/AAAAAAAAJ74/LtdnsY0iYGo/s640/011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You like to be like the big peeps and you sit and brush your teeth with us in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Or at night when we have to brush the blue crayon out of your teeth because you thought it was a good idea to chew on your cousin's stuff!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You love playing "hide and seek".&amp;nbsp; It cracks you up but mommy's ass is getting too big to fit between the couch and the ottoman....we are going to have to find a new place soon.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Your blankie is your world!!!&amp;nbsp; That's all I can say about that.&amp;nbsp; Thank god we have 4 of the same one!!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8YVrGOXI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/mRy0YnWTOis/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8YVrGOXI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/mRy0YnWTOis/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's hard for me to comprehend that in one month you are going to be a whole big one year old.&amp;nbsp; It makes me sad because you are growing so fast and there isn't anything that I can do about it or slow it down.&amp;nbsp; But I want you to know that daddy and I couldn't be more proud of you.&amp;nbsp; You have changed our lives forever in the most wonderful way.&amp;nbsp; You bring a light to us that was missing.&amp;nbsp; And just so you know, there are going to be many a tears next month.&amp;nbsp; Mommy just can't handle this shit!&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-431690522403375717?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/431690522403375717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/month-before-1.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/431690522403375717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/431690522403375717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/month-before-1.html' title='The Month before 1'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TIb8SD0O6PI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/K3mzwHvD9R8/s72-c/017+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2507242524899945402</id><published>2010-09-04T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:19:43.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat ass'/><title type='text'>Holy Shit....How many fanny packs can you see in one day??!!</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is that my fricken legs hurt like hell and my stomach is ready to explode.&amp;nbsp; I'm obviously out of shape and should really start moving my fat ass a little more!&amp;nbsp; Justin and I went to the State Fair today for like 5 hours with Deb, B, Nat and Joe and I'm pretty sure that we walked at least 5 miles.&amp;nbsp; It wouldn't have been so bad but flip flops and 5 miles and a gagillion people did not do my legs much good!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There seriously was soooo many people and out of those gagillion people...over half of&amp;nbsp;them forgot to look in the mirror before they left home!&amp;nbsp; Every year we do fanny pack count....this year we&amp;nbsp;lost track after 7 fanny packs, 2 mullets, 4 spare tires, 3 fupas and a midget in a&amp;nbsp;scooter!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE people watching!!&lt;br /&gt;And....I only consumed probably like 10,000 calories!!!&amp;nbsp; Lets see....what did we eat??.....deep fried ravioli (fricken delicious), the BEST hot turkey sandwich known to any human alive, cheese curds, roasted corn on the cob, grilled shrimp, watermelon, pork chop on a stick (seriously the best shit EVER), soft taco, deep fried pickles filled with cream cheese....yeah...they are pretty f'in delicious!&amp;nbsp; And I think thats it....there could be more but I'm obviously in some sort of food coma right now so....whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Justin and I are in bed relaxing and doing a whole lot of nothing!&amp;nbsp; It was a perfect Saturday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2507242524899945402?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2507242524899945402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/holy-shithow-many-fanny-packs-can-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2507242524899945402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2507242524899945402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/holy-shithow-many-fanny-packs-can-you.html' title='Holy Shit....How many fanny packs can you see in one day??!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-4988060874777207628</id><published>2010-08-26T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:38:30.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewelry'/><title type='text'>Damn you Jared The Galleria of Jewelry</title><content type='html'>I know....there has been a lot of "damn you's" lately but this one is totally justifiable!&amp;nbsp; So I got off of work a little early today so I could run a couple of errands...Mia free....before I got home for the night.&amp;nbsp; I had to run to Target for diapers and juice and my crazy pills.&amp;nbsp; Then I ran to Cub to get a couple of groceries for dinner and the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Then I thought it was&amp;nbsp;a real good idea to buzz on over to Jared to "look" at a couple of new glass charms for my Pandora bracelet.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to "look" for a February stone color and a May stone color for Carter and Belle's birthstones.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;First of all....Nikki in a jewelry store....not a good idea.&amp;nbsp; Nikki at Jared.....really not a good idea.&amp;nbsp; Pretty much every single piece of jewelry that I own is from there.....I know, I know...."he went to Jared"!!!&amp;nbsp; But really....he did!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up leaving there over $100 poorer and with a new fuckin credit card!&amp;nbsp; Yeah....I'm a total sucker.&amp;nbsp; I swear though, this girl was good.&amp;nbsp; I picked out my two glass murano purple and green pieces and was totally fine with that.&amp;nbsp; Then she was all like, "you should totally get a couple of spacers, then your pieces won't move around so much and clink all together, it will make it stiffer and help it to sit better on your wrist"&amp;nbsp; And then I was all like "well....I'm pretty sure my husband isn't going to be happy that I stopped here at all so I'm not too sure about the spacers".&amp;nbsp; And she was all " they are only like $15 a piece and it will make it soooo much better"&amp;nbsp; And I was all "OKAY!!!"&amp;nbsp; P.S. Yeah they weren't $15!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So then I'm trying to decide on how I wanted to pay for it.&amp;nbsp; This is where the gal knew she had me.&amp;nbsp; She's all "well our interest rate on our Jared card is only 1.5% and our card is not through any kind of bank and it's all ours and blah blah blah blah"&amp;nbsp; Okay, fine, why not, it is where we get all of our jewelry.&amp;nbsp; So she ran it and it came back that I was approved for a&amp;nbsp;$10,000 limit.&amp;nbsp; Seriously??&amp;nbsp; Are you fuckin kidding me?&amp;nbsp; Nikki....$10,000....jewelry store...Jared nontheless.....shit....my husband my beat me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In all reality though I would never be able to spend that much there....well I could....but I wouldn't.&amp;nbsp; And &lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt; super pumped about my new charms and spacers.&amp;nbsp; And now I've got my eye on two more to add.&amp;nbsp; I should probably wait just a little bit though....maybe I'll go back next week!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-4988060874777207628?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4988060874777207628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-you-jared-galleria-of-jewelry.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4988060874777207628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4988060874777207628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-you-jared-galleria-of-jewelry.html' title='Damn you Jared The Galleria of Jewelry'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1841861567715754026</id><published>2010-08-24T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:17:34.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television shows'/><title type='text'>Damn you Dexter.....</title><content type='html'>Dexter.....what can I say....I fuckin love that show!!!&amp;nbsp; If you don't watch it....well....your stupid and should totally get on that shit.&amp;nbsp; Seriously best show!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The reason why I mention it is because the 4th season just came out on DVD last week and so, of course, we had to go buy it because...well...did you not hear....best show ever!!!&amp;nbsp; We've been consumed!!!&amp;nbsp;We finished it last night and now I'm sad.&amp;nbsp; It's over and it left me going.....ummmm....what the fuck?&amp;nbsp; Don't you love/hate shows like that that totally suck you in and you are completely consumed with it and if you don't get to watch it...well...then watch the hell out.&amp;nbsp; And seriously when is my kid gonna go to bed because I only have 2 episodes left??&amp;nbsp; I know....bad mom....but I need some time to myself...I've had this 20 pound growth on my ass lately and her name is Mia.&amp;nbsp; Totally different post though.....don't worry....you'll get that one later this week!&lt;br /&gt;Justin is still on nights so we are on totally different schedules so we made a deal with each other that we wouldn't get more than 2 episodes ahead of each other and we couldn't talk about it until we both had seen the episode.&amp;nbsp; Yeah....we are hard core.&amp;nbsp; I don't want anyone ruining anything for me!&amp;nbsp; I had started the season first because I couldn't wait.&amp;nbsp; And of course I did not follow my own rules and was like 4 episodes ahead of him.....really though...the rules do not apply to me!!!&amp;nbsp; I never talked about it though and he finally caught up!&amp;nbsp; It's honestly that good.&amp;nbsp; Who doesn't love serial killers who kill serial killers???&lt;br /&gt;So yeah....we are done and now I'm seriously contemplating ordering Showtime for a few months for when season 5 starts because I don't know if I can wait until next summer for that to come out on DVD.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm a total sucker for these damn shows....I know I should really get out and go for a walk or something but I would much rather spend my time getting sucked up into these ridiculously good shows...I don't care...I like me my tv!!!&amp;nbsp; And again, if you haven't seen any of the episodes I highly recommend starting them!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1841861567715754026?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1841861567715754026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-you-dexter.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1841861567715754026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1841861567715754026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-you-dexter.html' title='Damn you Dexter.....'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7833285532682492722</id><published>2010-08-18T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:05:27.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.....Sort of!</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like a little girl and her uncle!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGyC_Pu2rQI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/RP6gE0k0MEA/s1600/014+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGyC_Pu2rQI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/RP6gE0k0MEA/s640/014+(2).JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGyDAaHRhmI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/ZRWKp9zJbSE/s1600/015+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGyDAaHRhmI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/ZRWKp9zJbSE/s640/015+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They were just so damn cute!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7833285532682492722?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7833285532682492722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesdaysort-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7833285532682492722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7833285532682492722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesdaysort-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesday.....Sort of!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGyC_Pu2rQI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/RP6gE0k0MEA/s72-c/014+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5148101878152931874</id><published>2010-08-16T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:31:20.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>Bracelets, STP and damn colds</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've shared yet&amp;nbsp;that I had a wonderful birthday and my husband definitely did not disappoint this year.&amp;nbsp; I only&amp;nbsp;say that because he's not really known for his planning or creativity....lets just say a cd case and a card with a little kid picking her nose with a saying something like "this reminds me of you" was not gonna make me want to get in his pants.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But this year....I received a beautiful Pandora bracelet.&amp;nbsp; I was eyeing these things at Jared and have been not so subtlely dropping hints that I would LOVE one of these.&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGnufrtd1VI/AAAAAAAAJ6U/cTvMm7gY8ms/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGnufrtd1VI/AAAAAAAAJ6U/cTvMm7gY8ms/s640/045.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The blue murano glass is Justin's birthstone color, then there is a little purse because...well....yall know I love me my purses, the pink murano glass is Mia's birthstone color, then there is a butterfly that represents Miss Maryah, and then the green murano glass is my birthstone color.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then....yes there is a then....the following night we had dinner at my parents and I received another gift from my fabulous husband.&amp;nbsp; He got us tickets to go see Stone Temple Pilots.&amp;nbsp; LOVE THEM!!!&amp;nbsp; I do think though that it was more of a gift for him but whatev....I was still pumped!&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday was the concert....we went out for cocktails and appetizers before&amp;nbsp;and had a whole adult evening with very little "baby talk".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGnxX1a7dII/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/o6gev_5lX98/s1600/001+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGnxX1a7dII/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/o6gev_5lX98/s640/001+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now... I'm not used to "heavy" bands and the two opening bands were just that.&amp;nbsp; A little much for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm used to jam bands and rugs and shit on the stage and joints being passed around.&amp;nbsp; Not some crazy asshats&amp;nbsp;flailing their bodies around on stage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But then STP came out and it was FABULOUS!!!&amp;nbsp; Lets just say Scott Weiland in a grey suit with black shirt and red tie and some seriously dark sunglassess = SO SEXY.&amp;nbsp; There is just something about&amp;nbsp;a man&amp;nbsp;who can play the piano, play the guitar or a man&amp;nbsp;who can sing that really does it for me!&amp;nbsp; (Lucky me...my husband is an amazing piano player....too bad we don't have a piano.....he'd be one lucky fella if we did!!!).&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGnxZ2Fwz6I/AAAAAAAAJ6c/ZGSuH7e6254/s1600/005+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGnxZ2Fwz6I/AAAAAAAAJ6c/ZGSuH7e6254/s640/005+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yeah....we had a great night.&amp;nbsp; Good drinks and food, fabulous concert and a wonderful date night with the hubby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Glad we got that in on Friday because as of Saturday I caught Mia's cold and have felt like shit for the last 3 days.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah...she ended up with an ear infection last week....nice huh??&amp;nbsp; If it's not one thing it's the other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5148101878152931874?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5148101878152931874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bracelets-stp-and-damn-colds.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5148101878152931874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5148101878152931874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bracelets-stp-and-damn-colds.html' title='Bracelets, STP and damn colds'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGnufrtd1VI/AAAAAAAAJ6U/cTvMm7gY8ms/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7221399441650892040</id><published>2010-08-11T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:26:11.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday....Sort of/100th post!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've finally made it to my 100th post!&amp;nbsp; It has been so much fun thus far and I hope that you all have had a few laughs here and there!&lt;br /&gt;So this Wednesday I'm gonna share with you my most two favorite peoples in the whole world!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa4BStJVI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/3CyRaNtifA0/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa4BStJVI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/3CyRaNtifA0/s640/012.JPG" width="426" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa5qHQhVI/AAAAAAAAJ6E/QF0GS4Lo4T8/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa5qHQhVI/AAAAAAAAJ6E/QF0GS4Lo4T8/s640/013.JPG" width="426" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa7FbTSiI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/YRKmHWC_eQI/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa7FbTSiI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/YRKmHWC_eQI/s640/014.JPG" width="426" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa9dyuwbI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/WgD0e0e0ZuM/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa9dyuwbI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/WgD0e0e0ZuM/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa_7SPBQI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/rEcAeHemxnM/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa_7SPBQI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/rEcAeHemxnM/s640/027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There truly are no words that can describe how much I love these two!!&amp;nbsp; They have made&amp;nbsp;me the person that I was made to be!!&amp;nbsp; Plus Mees little fish face is way to damn cute!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7221399441650892040?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7221399441650892040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesdaysort-of100th-post.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7221399441650892040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7221399441650892040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesdaysort-of100th-post.html' title='Wordless Wednesday....Sort of/100th post!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGNa4BStJVI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/3CyRaNtifA0/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5214703674309623660</id><published>2010-08-10T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:28:25.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat ass'/><title type='text'>Addiction...a sick sick addiction</title><content type='html'>I've come to the realization that&amp;nbsp;in order to overcome a problem you need to first admit to yourself that you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; a problem.&amp;nbsp; Well.....I&amp;nbsp;HAVE a problem....it's hard for me to admit the problem&amp;nbsp;and it's hard for me to talk about the problem.&amp;nbsp; But I feel like I can openly talk about it here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm asking for help....I NEED help.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I can get through it on my own.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if interventions are needed or some kind of therapy is needed but something needs to change.&amp;nbsp; Something needs to be done and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; need to want to change....I do want to change...I do.&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGHsf9iHZUI/AAAAAAAAJ54/I6dqV9I04K8/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGHsf9iHZUI/AAAAAAAAJ54/I6dqV9I04K8/s640/051.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you see this??&amp;nbsp; Do you???&amp;nbsp; Do. You??&amp;nbsp; Brownies are the fuckin bane of my existence!!!&amp;nbsp; I CAN'T STOP EATING THEM!&amp;nbsp; For my birthday dessert I chose brownies instead of cake.&amp;nbsp; Well there was only maybe one row that was eaten on my birthday and so my wonderful mother sent the rest of this fuckin crate home with Justin and I.&amp;nbsp; The brownies came home with&amp;nbsp;us on Saturday....this picture was taking last night (Monday).&amp;nbsp; We and when I say we I mean mostly me, ate this entire god damn thing of brownies!&amp;nbsp; Yeah...thats right....I ATE IT ALL!!!&amp;nbsp; I even drank milk straight out&amp;nbsp;the carton!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I got home from work today and thank the good lord Justin finished them off.&amp;nbsp; NO MORE FUCKIN BROWNIES!&amp;nbsp; They are banned from my house.&amp;nbsp; I need to nip this problem in the bud.&amp;nbsp; I'm putting an end to it.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm gonna just go cold turkey and try not to think about them too much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Please bare with me while I try to get through these first couple of days....I'm going to need some encouragement....because I do know where to find them!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5214703674309623660?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5214703674309623660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/addictiona-sick-sick-addiction.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5214703674309623660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5214703674309623660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/addictiona-sick-sick-addiction.html' title='Addiction...a sick sick addiction'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TGHsf9iHZUI/AAAAAAAAJ54/I6dqV9I04K8/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5967055972967224144</id><published>2010-08-08T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:48:40.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>10 Months...Seriously...slow down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cy4b7psI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/uw4aKByjtx0/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cy4b7psI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/uw4aKByjtx0/s640/064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ummmm.....what's going on??&amp;nbsp; What did I tell you last month?&amp;nbsp; You need to slow your ass down.&amp;nbsp; I'm not ready to write this 10 month post...I'm pretty sure that I wrote the 9 month one 2 days ago and here I am again.&amp;nbsp; You are getting to be such a big girl and it makes mommy kinda sad.&amp;nbsp; Time really does fly by.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I was just reading all your accomplishments that I had written down last month and am totally amazed at how so much can change in such a short amount of time.&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cL1SDshI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/mrYyiaDJr_c/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cL1SDshI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/mrYyiaDJr_c/s640/022.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You are scaling furniture and trying to stand on your own.&amp;nbsp; You think you can (you have for like 10 seconds...which may not seem like a long time but it totally was) but then you fall right on your little tookus!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;* We've figured out that you are more than likely going to be a dancer.&amp;nbsp; All we need to say is "Mia dance..dance...dance!" and your little ass is shaking and bouncing all over the place.&amp;nbsp; You stand at your little music table and play the shit out of that thing and dance dance dance...oh and you've started this whole head banging routine...not sure where that came from but your dad thinks it's totally bitchen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cAxD3DeI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/901tlWqurdI/s1600/001+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cAxD3DeI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/901tlWqurdI/s640/001+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You clap!!!&amp;nbsp; You clap at everything.&amp;nbsp; You clap when your hungry, you clap when your pissed, you clap when your excited, you clap when you are tired, clap, clap, clap.&amp;nbsp; I can hear you on your monitor clapping in the middle of the night and in the morning.&amp;nbsp; I love your clapping!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cErGMxWI/AAAAAAAAJ20/tDR5hDaeFS8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cErGMxWI/AAAAAAAAJ20/tDR5hDaeFS8/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Just today you started walking behind your pusher.&amp;nbsp; Daddy was so fricken excited!!!&amp;nbsp; You totally kept up with it and just kept going.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those crazy milestones that was pretty amazing to see.&amp;nbsp; Thank god I got it on video!&lt;br /&gt;* You LOVE the phone.&amp;nbsp; Any phone will do...actually anything that somewhat resembles a phone.&amp;nbsp; You've figured out what you do with it and put it up to your ear and talk and then you shove it in my face and want me to talk!&amp;nbsp; When you hear the word "hello" you instantly put your hand up to your ear!&amp;nbsp; So cute!&lt;br /&gt;* You have a new word...."Uh Oh".&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling we are going to be hearing a whole lot more of that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cP0L38kI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/eFvIhMUihO0/s1600/031+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="630" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cP0L38kI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/eFvIhMUihO0/s640/031+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You officially have 4 toofers now.&amp;nbsp; Your top two front ones are in and it makes your smile that much more cute!&lt;br /&gt;* Lately you think it's real funny to let the last sip of your bottle just drool out of your mouth and then spit it!&amp;nbsp; Pretty much any liquid you spit.&amp;nbsp; And when you do spit it usually ends up all over mommy!&amp;nbsp;It makes for some wet clothing but it's still kinda funny!&lt;br /&gt;* You LOVE your clothes.&amp;nbsp; We find you in your room playing with your clothes!??&amp;nbsp; Dad's in deep shit....he's got two girls who love them some fabulous clothes!!&lt;br /&gt;* You have a weird obsession with my Medex lip balm and have cleverly figured out how to twist the top off.....which resulted in your dad and I finding you covered in chapstick!&amp;nbsp; Oooppss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cMST0lVI/AAAAAAAAJ4g/aBJiZkt7ISQ/s1600/024+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cMST0lVI/AAAAAAAAJ4g/aBJiZkt7ISQ/s640/024+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love you munchkin!!!&amp;nbsp; It's hard to believe that there is only one more monthly post until you are one whole big year old!&amp;nbsp; You are my greatest accomplishment and am so lucky to be your mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5967055972967224144?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5967055972967224144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-monthsseriouslyslow-down.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5967055972967224144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5967055972967224144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-monthsseriouslyslow-down.html' title='10 Months...Seriously...slow down!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TF9cy4b7psI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/uw4aKByjtx0/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1776476611294653960</id><published>2010-08-05T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:27:46.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>My last year of my twenties...shit I'm almost an adult!</title><content type='html'>This Friday the 6th is the start of my last year in my twenties......I'll offically be 29!&amp;nbsp; It sorta makes me a little sad?!&amp;nbsp; Not sure if that's normal.....but then I again that is not usually a word used to describe me!&amp;nbsp; I'm just coming to the realization that I'm totally a grown up!!&amp;nbsp; Holy shit when the hell did that happen.&amp;nbsp; First I'm a wife then a mom and now a grown up??&amp;nbsp; I want to know who allowed this and why!&lt;br /&gt;I am pumped though because Justin was supposed to work but now he doesn't have to&amp;nbsp;so he is taking me out for seafood with his mom and dad and sister.&amp;nbsp; And then on Saturday we are going for&amp;nbsp;dinner out&amp;nbsp;to the house with my family.&amp;nbsp; It's a tradition in our family that for birthdays we get to pick our birthday dinner and then just hang out and have some cocktails.&amp;nbsp; I picked&amp;nbsp;a delicious pasta dish that my mom makes with steak, shrimp and zucchini in a cream sauce with linguine....completely low fat!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to spend the weekend with family and just relax!&amp;nbsp; Not so excited for the 90+ degree heat and humidity though....I've seriously had it with this heat....go away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoys their weekend!!&amp;nbsp; Happy fricken Friday finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" border="0" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/socialparade.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1776476611294653960?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1776476611294653960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-last-year-of-my-twentiesshit-im.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1776476611294653960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1776476611294653960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-last-year-of-my-twentiesshit-im.html' title='My last year of my twenties...shit I&apos;m almost an adult!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1844349996109734344</id><published>2010-08-04T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:27:38.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>B's Golden Shower...I mean Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to put up some pics from B's golden 23rd birthday and I obviously have not gotten around to it since my mental status has been so fucked up lately!!!&amp;nbsp; (On a side note...this week has been pretty good!!)&amp;nbsp; So I thought I would share some.&amp;nbsp; Again....it's going to be mostly photos but I will get my ass back in gear here pretty soon!&amp;nbsp; We have a couple of busy months coming up so I'm sure there will be something I can ramble on about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece B (Sabrina) turned 23 on July 23rd....hence the golden birthday!&amp;nbsp; My little B doesn't venture out of her little suburb of Stillwater too much so we decided we were taking her to "the cities".&amp;nbsp; We decided to bar hop out on Grand Ave in St. Paul...which I thoroughly enjoy bar hoping at.&amp;nbsp; It was tons of fun and some good old fashion adult/drinking/shot/swearing/sluring/hungoverness good time that I used to have back in my early twenties!&amp;nbsp; I should learn my lesson though....no more fuckin jag bombs....that shit messes me up....I NEEDED to eat like 4 tacos when we got home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoM48mBFrI/AAAAAAAAJ0Y/OtaxqWJZ0lU/s1600/021+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoM48mBFrI/AAAAAAAAJ0Y/OtaxqWJZ0lU/s640/021+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the birthday girl at the beginning of the night!!&amp;nbsp; The self portraits get way better!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoM_mXPZjI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/YiQOgGk-uNo/s1600/025+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoM_mXPZjI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/YiQOgGk-uNo/s640/025+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little Goldschlager for her Golden birthday....yeah this may have been where things started getting fuzzy!&amp;nbsp; Plus I just want to point out the fab cleavage that B's got going on!!&amp;nbsp; Nothing wrong with showing a little boobie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNePnW82I/AAAAAAAAJ1I/SdiJhfjzSoo/s1600/026+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNePnW82I/AAAAAAAAJ1I/SdiJhfjzSoo/s640/026+(2)+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and two of my most favorite bestest peeps!!&amp;nbsp; My sissy's!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNEw2e8fI/AAAAAAAAJ00/FWtu-hcvyhQ/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNEw2e8fI/AAAAAAAAJ00/FWtu-hcvyhQ/s640/039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There really isn't much to say about this??&amp;nbsp; I think I'll just leave it at that!&lt;br /&gt;Special...I think that's the word I'm looking for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNe1BvKLI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/3X0Yshbc6Ac/s1600/032+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="520" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNe1BvKLI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/3X0Yshbc6Ac/s640/032+(2)+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A&amp;nbsp;bunch of Italians!!&amp;nbsp; We are pretty tight....there's a possibility that you see this shit on a billboard somewhere!!!&amp;nbsp; Just kidding....we're Italian....we like photos of ourselves!!!&amp;nbsp; Or at least I do....my sisters would beat the shit out of me if I didn't add that in there!&amp;nbsp; Michael here is much worse than I though....he doesn't give two shits about pictures unless he's in them!!!&amp;nbsp; Well he does but they are just better when he's in them...just ask him!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNGsAJksI/AAAAAAAAJ04/VWRanAFX8Hg/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNGsAJksI/AAAAAAAAJ04/VWRanAFX8Hg/s640/042.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again...not a whole lot to so about these to asshats!!&amp;nbsp; They got a hold of my camera and this was one of the better ones!!!&amp;nbsp; Man I love these two!!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNIZRQEAI/AAAAAAAAJ08/g8ynfkKLSos/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNIZRQEAI/AAAAAAAAJ08/g8ynfkKLSos/s640/051.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They obviously have a very special bond.....should it bother me that my husband is trying to jam my sister's boob up to her chin??&amp;nbsp; Oh whatever!!!&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNgKIQ3II/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/kyzWd2s9kUc/s1600/056+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNgKIQ3II/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/kyzWd2s9kUc/s640/056+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Justin is all bug eyed!!!&amp;nbsp; Probably still realing from the boobie incident a little earlier!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNLZTZLqI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/rWVtiXS_fus/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoNLZTZLqI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/rWVtiXS_fus/s640/058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She obviously had a good time!!!&amp;nbsp; This was before we stopped at Taco Bell where B got the most deliciousl chili cheese burrito she's EVER had.&amp;nbsp; I shoved one of those bitches in my mouth in the car on the way home too....I need to eat it before I got to Justin because I wasn't sharin!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love spending time with my family. My sisters, B and I are all very close to our cousins and have so much fun when we get together....we usually end up talking shit about the stupid people in our family and act and talk completely innappropriately.....I LOVE IT and wouldn't have it any other way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1844349996109734344?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1844349996109734344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bs-golden-showeri-mean-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1844349996109734344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1844349996109734344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bs-golden-showeri-mean-birthday.html' title='B&apos;s Golden Shower...I mean Birthday!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFoM48mBFrI/AAAAAAAAJ0Y/OtaxqWJZ0lU/s72-c/021+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6276922783256221182</id><published>2010-08-03T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:05:09.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of!!!</title><content type='html'>So....my child is obsessed with the phone lately.&amp;nbsp; It can be any phone, the house phone, mommy's cell phone, daddy's cell phone....whatever!&amp;nbsp; She usually just shoves that shit in her mouth and drools all over them but lately she's figuring out what to do with it (We found this out when the cops showed up to my mom and dad's the other week because "someone" called 911....yeah I don't know?!)&amp;nbsp; She goes crazy when we call her Anties and Grandma and Grandpa and then usually just sits and smiles at the phone while they are talking to her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this video because it's fricken hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Well at least to me it is so I'm going to make you believe that it is too!&amp;nbsp; She just started doing this out of no where.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden when we say hello she puts her hand or whatever she has in her hand up to her ear. I almost peed my pants a little the first time she did it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABRfCWE8b2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABRfCWE8b2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do just want to eat her right up!!!&amp;nbsp; And again....I seriously HATE how I sound on video.&amp;nbsp; Pay no attention to the crazy lady talking in the background!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6276922783256221182?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6276922783256221182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesdayssort-of.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6276922783256221182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6276922783256221182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesdayssort-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-4640968062885280266</id><published>2010-08-01T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:11:52.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday</title><content type='html'>I've been completely slacking on my Mommy and Me photos.&amp;nbsp; Actually I've really sucked but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My handful of a monster lately is &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; to busy to be taking any pictures.&amp;nbsp; She'll take pictures if it's just her but the second that I try to make her sit with me.....yeah....not so much!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This is the result of &lt;em&gt;making&lt;/em&gt; her sit with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFXmCsUKJ0I/AAAAAAAAJ0M/9Qg6lS3AiWA/s1600/024+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFXmCsUKJ0I/AAAAAAAAJ0M/9Qg6lS3AiWA/s640/024+(4).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;em&gt;Seriously mom.....get that shit out of my face, I've had just about enough of you and that damn camera!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFXmD-TFO4I/AAAAAAAAJ0Q/eIhI8Bpnz8A/s1600/025+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFXmD-TFO4I/AAAAAAAAJ0Q/eIhI8Bpnz8A/s640/025+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"Fine, whatever....I'll try to act like I sort of want to take this picture.&amp;nbsp; But you are still irritating the hell out of me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFXmFA53V5I/AAAAAAAAJ0U/ATOqTdOptpI/s1600/026+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFXmFA53V5I/AAAAAAAAJ0U/ATOqTdOptpI/s640/026+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There....I tried to kinda smile.&amp;nbsp; But this is it....no more self portraits today.&amp;nbsp; I'm done smiling for&amp;nbsp; you and that damn camera of yours!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Mommy-and-Me-Monday-Button-125.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn at Really, Are You Serious?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-4640968062885280266?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4640968062885280266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommy-and-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4640968062885280266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/4640968062885280266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommy-and-me-monday.html' title='Mommy and Me Monday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TFXmCsUKJ0I/AAAAAAAAJ0M/9Qg6lS3AiWA/s72-c/024+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6492405200897997882</id><published>2010-07-28T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:11:44.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky shit'/><title type='text'>This postpartum shit sucks ass!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been a bad blogger lately.&amp;nbsp; I haven't felt much like writing......I haven't felt like doing a whole lot of anything.&amp;nbsp; I was not aware that postpartum usually hits when the babes are between 6 and 9 months.&amp;nbsp; I really wish someone would have informed me of this shit....I could have maybe prepared myself a little better and prevented myself from loosing my ever lovin fuckin mind!&amp;nbsp; Cuz let me tell ya....this shit sucks ass!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to describe...it's&amp;nbsp;just a whirlwind of emotions.&amp;nbsp; I won't go into all the details....I don't want ya all to think I'm a wack job.....I mean I'm a little crazy...but aren't we all??!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh...and then there is the guilt.....oh god the guilt.&amp;nbsp; I have absolutely nothing to be sad about.&amp;nbsp; I feel totally guilty for feeling all of these feelings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just learn to let the little things go....to let the non important shit not matter.....to realize that in the long run things will be ok and be the way they were meant to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I've found that at this point in my life there have been &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;many big changes.&amp;nbsp; Some fabulous and some not so fabulous but nontheless changes....changes change things....go figure that one huh??!!&amp;nbsp; I struggle with trying to remind myself that things happen for a reason.&amp;nbsp; I struggle trying to find that confidence in myself to know that I can get through the tough times and come out a better person for having lived it.&amp;nbsp; I struggle with trying to remind myself that if God brings you to it he will get you through it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This has all been a daily struggle lately and I work at it every day.&amp;nbsp; The fact that I have an amazing husband, the most beautiful wonderful little lady and an amazing family&amp;nbsp;makes my days worth all this shit.&amp;nbsp; I'm not gonna lie....sometimes it's hard to put that smile on my face and be the wife and mother that I want to be and know that I can be.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it's hard to get&amp;nbsp;motivated to do anything.&amp;nbsp; But I know I have to, I know I want to, I know I need to.&amp;nbsp; And I know that this is just a rough patch in the road and things will eventually&amp;nbsp;be better and fabulous again.....that's what the meds are for right???!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm just hoping it happens sooner rather than later....I need to&amp;nbsp;bring the fuckin funny back and stop with the&amp;nbsp;pity party's!&amp;nbsp; One day at a time and one post at a time!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6492405200897997882?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6492405200897997882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-postpartum-shit-sucks-ass.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6492405200897997882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6492405200897997882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-postpartum-shit-sucks-ass.html' title='This postpartum shit sucks ass!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2834406111988650002</id><published>2010-07-20T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:21:46.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Little bit of lady time</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to write this post for the last week but as you may have read I really haven't done a whole lot of anything!&lt;br /&gt;Before all the shittiness started my 2 sisters, my niece and a good friend decided to have a girls night and went up to Duluth for a whole day and night without any kiddos or husbands.&amp;nbsp; I was a little apprehensive about leaving Mia.....it was the first time I've left her over night since she was born....actually it was the first time I had left her for more than a work day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It was much needed though and we had a blast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Duluth is an amazingly beautiful town on Lake&amp;nbsp;Superior with so much fun shit to do and see.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Instead of babbling too much I'll just share some photos and leave ya with that!!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyNw_exMI/AAAAAAAAJzA/KBJ2rxl3Q3w/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyNw_exMI/AAAAAAAAJzA/KBJ2rxl3Q3w/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my Beautiful Sisters!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyQub0jDI/AAAAAAAAJzE/LnmW7kTBwao/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyQub0jDI/AAAAAAAAJzE/LnmW7kTBwao/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nat, Tammy, Deb, Me and B at the Glensheen Mansion.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful place with some incredible history and stories.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not exactly sure why I have my leg like that....apparently I think it might make me look thinner???&amp;nbsp; I'm just weird like that I guess!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyTZj57PI/AAAAAAAAJzI/PkMIalZaCgU/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyTZj57PI/AAAAAAAAJzI/PkMIalZaCgU/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the back grounds of the mansion.&amp;nbsp; It was so fuckin hot in that place that I was this close to passing out during the tour.&amp;nbsp; I was about ready to take one of their fans and shove that shit down my pants!&amp;nbsp; Probably would have looked a little awkard though??!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyUofUkJI/AAAAAAAAJzM/BvGXdeyBOqY/s1600/005+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyUofUkJI/AAAAAAAAJzM/BvGXdeyBOqY/s640/005+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back grounds of the mansion over looking Lake Superior.&amp;nbsp; What an awesome view....the lake is really pretty too!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyt1J2NAI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/UeStZy3ua9s/s1600/007+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyt1J2NAI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/UeStZy3ua9s/s640/007+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Sissy and I on the f'in bicycle built for 6!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUywMTNqoI/AAAAAAAAJzU/U7-rd0jCONM/s1600/008+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUywMTNqoI/AAAAAAAAJzU/U7-rd0jCONM/s640/008+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...I know...asshats....so we rode this bitch around Canal park....only almost ran a couple of people over.&amp;nbsp; It was a hoot!!&amp;nbsp; Tour de France here we fuckin come!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy5ez8rsI/AAAAAAAAJzY/JugkJlGWROQ/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy5ez8rsI/AAAAAAAAJzY/JugkJlGWROQ/s640/010.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cocktailing and munchin at Grandma's out on the deck.&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfect and apparently so is she!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy69FnktI/AAAAAAAAJzc/97dH4w4Mliw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy69FnktI/AAAAAAAAJzc/97dH4w4Mliw/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got&amp;nbsp;a burnt beak&amp;nbsp;from just sitting outside drinking....go figure huh???&amp;nbsp; We all look a little chauched but we really weren't!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy7w1q_yI/AAAAAAAAJzg/0484LEvXQ_Y/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy7w1q_yI/AAAAAAAAJzg/0484LEvXQ_Y/s640/013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this picture of B....I can take some pretty good photos....she aint to bad to look at either!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy9BM9JZI/AAAAAAAAJzk/_qsFY-ZR9NM/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy9BM9JZI/AAAAAAAAJzk/_qsFY-ZR9NM/s640/015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are looking a little scary here....sitting down on the rocks on Lake Superior.....now that I'm looking at this photo more I'm not really sure why I put this up....oh well....gotta take the good with the bad I guess!!&amp;nbsp; We are just looking a little homely??!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy-EGpqPI/AAAAAAAAJzo/3goKpt4G3g8/s1600/020+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUy-EGpqPI/AAAAAAAAJzo/3goKpt4G3g8/s640/020+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My graceful little sister sliding/falling down a giant rock!&amp;nbsp; There really isn't much more to say about this photo or her for that matter.&amp;nbsp; She is a special one of a kind gal!!!&amp;nbsp; Man do I love this girl though!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had a fabulous time, went to three too many casinos and lost more money than I would have liked but nonetheless it was such a great trip and so good to do something with the girls.&amp;nbsp; It's so necessary and I can't wait for us to do it again.&amp;nbsp; It was very good for my mental status!!!&amp;nbsp; We laughed a lot and did what girls/sisters are supposed to do when they go away with each other.....tackle each other and act like complete assholes because we can!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2834406111988650002?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2834406111988650002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-bit-of-lady-time.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2834406111988650002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2834406111988650002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-bit-of-lady-time.html' title='Little bit of lady time'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TEUyNw_exMI/AAAAAAAAJzA/KBJ2rxl3Q3w/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7401109341136968684</id><published>2010-07-20T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:59:32.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>WTF....We are throwing some more pity parties over here!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been totally M.I.A for the last week and I'm so sorry that I've deprived you all of my profound rants and rambles.&amp;nbsp; But seriously the last 8 days have been maybe the shittiest ever!&amp;nbsp; Remember last Monday when we were having a little pity party over here at My Fantabulous Wonderful Life....well the fucking pity party isn't over...we could actually call it a bash right now....we are well beyond just a party!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday I just started out crabby....I shouldn't have bitched because it's all gone down hill from there.&amp;nbsp; Work has been beyond stressful with events that I would rather not talk about because god knows it will probably get me in trouble....my mouth has been known to do that from time to time.&amp;nbsp; So....I've been dealing with some work drama and really reevaluating what I want to do when I grow up.&amp;nbsp; Then on Wednesday I got a text from Stacy(daycare provider) saying that her daughter was running a super high fever and was diagnosed with hand foot mouth disease.&amp;nbsp; Sweet!!!!&amp;nbsp; Poor little peanut was absolutely miserable.&amp;nbsp; Plus it's highly contagious so Justin and I decided to keep Mees home on Thursday trying to be proactive about the situation.&amp;nbsp; I went to work on Thursday and got a call from Justin about an hour later telling me that Mia was running a fever of oh...somewhere around 103.&amp;nbsp; Yeah....sweet shit huh??&amp;nbsp; Well she wasn't getting better and her fever wouldn't break so he finally brought her in...come to find out the poor girl had blisters all in the back of her throat and mouth...hand foot mouth!!&amp;nbsp; So now I have this very sick little girl on top of a really really shitty ass week....not good for my mental status lately (oh you know...the whole postpartum depression, loneliness, single mom because Justin is still working nights thing....mental status is going down the tubes).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mia was finally starting to feel better by Saturday but Justin and I were really lacking in the sleep department.&amp;nbsp; I woke up Sunday morning at about 2am with a migraine....worst "headache" I've ever had.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty much bed bound for the day and sick to my stomach because it hurt so bad.&amp;nbsp; Nothing I took touched it plus I couldn't eat because of how nauseous I felt....empty stomach, tylenol, ibprofin and vicodin are not a good mix.....it's a barfy mix is what it is!&amp;nbsp; Plus I was just not feeling good!&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I got a phone call at about 3:30am from my mom telling me that my Grandma (dad's mom) passed away.&amp;nbsp; She lived at the nursing home that my mom and I work at.&amp;nbsp; It was very sudden and unexpected.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So...I was going into this Monday trying to have a better attitude and then I hear this awful news.&amp;nbsp; It sucks...sucks ass!&amp;nbsp; I'm sad and feel awful for my dad.&amp;nbsp; She was 92 and lived a good life but nonetheless death still sucks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In the meantime after dealing with all of this this morning I made a doctors appointment for myself to just get checked out since my headache still hadn't really gone away and I'm still feeling like shit.&amp;nbsp; So they did a strep test...came back negative.....oh but guess what.....I now got the fuckin hand foot mouth disease. Yep...blisters all in the back of my throat and&amp;nbsp;mouth.&amp;nbsp; Apparently it is very uncommon for adults to get but yes....this adult right here...fuckin got it.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am continuously swallowing needles and that my mouth is on fire ( I honestly feel so bad for little ones who get this because it aint cool...not one little bit).&amp;nbsp; Honestly....I don't really know what else to say except FUCK!!!&amp;nbsp; So now I can't go to work for the rest of the week...which wasn't all that bad since Justin and I had already taken Thursday and Friday as vacation days so we could take Mees to the water park of America and spend some family time together since we've really lacked that the last couple of months(which has now been cancelled due to my grandma's services...which is obviously more important).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....thats why I have been a bad bloggy friend and have not posted or commented&amp;nbsp;in a week.&amp;nbsp; I can only hope that things will start to look up......and I can only hope for your sake that it does or your gonna be joining in on some more pity party bashes!!!&lt;br /&gt;It has to get better right???&lt;br /&gt;And this wasn't supposed to be a poor me post....just felt good to write it all out!&amp;nbsp; Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7401109341136968684?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7401109341136968684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/wtfwe-are-throwing-some-more-pity.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7401109341136968684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7401109341136968684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/wtfwe-are-throwing-some-more-pity.html' title='WTF....We are throwing some more pity parties over here!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7867355137469318122</id><published>2010-07-12T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:52:16.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><title type='text'>Pity Party Monday!!</title><content type='html'>Today sucked!!!&amp;nbsp; Plain and simple....it was a shitty day.&amp;nbsp; I woke up crabby and that just fueled the downward spiral of this shitty Monday.&amp;nbsp; It was a mixture of personal stuff and work stuff and just shit that I didn't feel like dealing with.....&amp;nbsp;plus it's Monday...that's bad in and&amp;nbsp;of itself.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was more or less having myself a&amp;nbsp;fun little&amp;nbsp;pity party!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I've been a little down lately&amp;nbsp;and can't seem to snap out of it at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The fact that I never see my husband has a little to do with it....with&amp;nbsp;him working the third shift&amp;nbsp;we see each other for maybe an hour a day.&amp;nbsp; We just have really no alone time where we can talk and just hang out.&amp;nbsp; It's just a change that I need to roll with but it still sucks....it's not permanent but that doesn't make it any easier right now.&amp;nbsp; I can't bitch too much about it though because I'm totally grateful that he has a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &amp;nbsp;today after work I went to my parents to have dinner and hang out with Mia. She was in such a good mood and was having so much fun playing and I swear someone slipped her some cat nip or&amp;nbsp;crack&amp;nbsp;or something because the girl was bouncing of the walls....literaly bouncing off of her pack and play mesh siding&amp;nbsp;thinking it was the funniest thing ever and her little ass was just moving everywhere!&amp;nbsp; As I was watching her I got mad at myself for being such a crabby bitch today....I looked at her and realized that all those things that I was letting bother me were stupid....I need to work on letting go of the little things and to stop having those little pity parties for myself.&amp;nbsp; Life is too short.&amp;nbsp; I need to learn how to enjoy it more.....although that is much easier said than done sometimes but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relish in the fact that this one tiny little person made my shitty ass day not so shitty anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDvFqKPVkzI/AAAAAAAAJys/D_WLsQ9qR5E/s1600/022+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDvFqKPVkzI/AAAAAAAAJys/D_WLsQ9qR5E/s640/022+(2).JPG" width="636" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't see how anyone would be in a bad mood after looking at this face!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7867355137469318122?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7867355137469318122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/pity-party-monday.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7867355137469318122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7867355137469318122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/pity-party-monday.html' title='Pity Party Monday!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDvFqKPVkzI/AAAAAAAAJys/D_WLsQ9qR5E/s72-c/022+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1466301617154100030</id><published>2010-07-09T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:42:47.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Double Trouble!!</title><content type='html'>&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDaA19NKMeI/AAAAAAAAJyU/mFg-iVvv8oE/s1600/024+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDaA19NKMeI/AAAAAAAAJyU/mFg-iVvv8oE/s640/024+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This girl here in the pink......&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDaAfAR5x7I/AAAAAAAAJyQ/7XKdVIMlN4U/s1600/023+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDaAfAR5x7I/AAAAAAAAJyQ/7XKdVIMlN4U/s640/023+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this girl right here in the yellow..... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1466301617154100030?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1466301617154100030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-trouble.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1466301617154100030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1466301617154100030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDaA19NKMeI/AAAAAAAAJyU/mFg-iVvv8oE/s72-c/024+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6014083433518043891</id><published>2010-07-08T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:15:57.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky shit'/><title type='text'>F U Road Construction....I hate you!</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp; The F bomb gets dropped a couple of times and there may be a shit and an ass in there somewhere too!!&amp;nbsp; Just wanted to warn yall before you start your leisure reading for the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my random rant for the day.&amp;nbsp; I just feel the need to get this off my chest!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Fuck you road construction!!!&amp;nbsp; I hate you!!&amp;nbsp; Why is it necessary to construct on every damn road within a 50 mile radius of my house and &lt;em&gt;everywhere &lt;/em&gt;I have to drive.&amp;nbsp; There seriously is no direct way for me to get &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt; from my house.&amp;nbsp; I have to go so far out of my way to bring Mees to daycare, to get home from work, to go to my parents house, to go to my sisters house, pretty much anywhere that I need to go there is a single fuckin lane with stupid asshat drivers that don't know how to merge or even&amp;nbsp;drive for that matter.&amp;nbsp; Or... all the damn exit ramps on and off the highway are all under construction at the same damn time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; I just saw signs for more construction on the road that I take from daycare to work.&amp;nbsp; I seriously might loose my ever loving mind.....seriously....what the shit???&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the stench of freshly brewed tar all up in the air and all the bumps in the road&amp;nbsp;that are &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; going to fuck my car up....I'm just waiting for one of my tires to fall off or the tranny to drop!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I guess I just don't understand why they need to do it all at once.&amp;nbsp; I think it's a hazard to all of us drivers....especially those of us who get some serious road rage...me....so...road construction people....if you could hurry the hell up and not be so stupid with your decision making process&amp;nbsp;that would be really nice and it would&amp;nbsp;also save me a little bit of what sanity I have left!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6014083433518043891?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6014083433518043891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/f-u-road-constructioni-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6014083433518043891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6014083433518043891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/f-u-road-constructioni-hate-you.html' title='F U Road Construction....I hate you!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5608534988713030968</id><published>2010-07-07T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:05:21.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPIXvL4yLI/AAAAAAAAJxI/s8GWU-ktEgQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPIXvL4yLI/AAAAAAAAJxI/s8GWU-ktEgQ/s640/005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia, I'm not really sure where the hell the last 9 months has gone....it has flown by and has&amp;nbsp;been the most amazing 9 months of my life!&amp;nbsp; It hasn't been the easiest 9 months but it has been the most rewarding, important and life changing 9 months!&amp;nbsp; You truly have made us a family and I can hardly remember what life was like without you.&amp;nbsp; Well I can a little....it was a lot easier to just get up and go.&amp;nbsp; You require a whole lot of shit.&amp;nbsp; It takes us 10x as long to get out of the house and instead of just a purse we have a diaper bag, an extra clothes bag, a toy bag, a food bag....any kind of fricken bag with as much stuff as we can shove in there because you never know what we might need or where we might go!&amp;nbsp; But it's ok because mommy loves her bags!!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPMLuyBWcI/AAAAAAAAJxQ/47tZPcvbrcQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPMLuyBWcI/AAAAAAAAJxQ/47tZPcvbrcQ/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again....this month you have completely amazed your father and I with your accomplishments and the crazy ass shit that you do!!!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; At your 9 month check up you weighed 19 pounds and are 28 and 3/4 inches long.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; For one....you have some crazy ass hair!!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; Your bald spot in the back is almost grown back but you got some seriously wispy hair up front!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it looks like a little comb over or a hair piece.&lt;br /&gt;* Last month I said that you are everywhere.....well that wasn't entirely true because now you are EVERYWHERE!&amp;nbsp; You are totally crawling now and are quite fast.&amp;nbsp; You try so hard to keep up with Carter and Ella and get pissed because you can't walk.&amp;nbsp; You do however keep up pretty good.....just the other day we were out at Grandma and Grandpa's, Antie and I were talking for just a minute, turned around and you two little terrorists were gone.&amp;nbsp; We didn't see you right away and started to panic, Antie went down the hall and looked in the bedroom, she didn't see you guys at first but then noticed two little heads poking out from behind the curtains of the closet.&amp;nbsp; Probably one of the cutest things I've ever seen.&amp;nbsp; We are going to have our hands full.&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPUhNKT-RI/AAAAAAAAJyA/ZrNY0_cfGxw/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPUhNKT-RI/AAAAAAAAJyA/ZrNY0_cfGxw/s640/025.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are not so much into the baby food anymore. You want big people food so that's what you mostly get.&amp;nbsp; You love cheese, turkey, cottage cheese, yogurt (your favorite is Gogurt and if we don't get it into your mouth fast enough you totally freak out), watermelon, noodles and you still love your puffs!&amp;nbsp; And you don't really like it when we feed you.&amp;nbsp; You think you are a big girl and have to feed yourself.&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPOPxH8FzI/AAAAAAAAJxU/u9X4MVRotEA/s1600/010+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPOPxH8FzI/AAAAAAAAJxU/u9X4MVRotEA/s640/010+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Your vocabulary has increased&amp;nbsp;A LOT!!&amp;nbsp; You are a total chatter box and have the cutest little voice.&amp;nbsp; You say Mama and Dada (not sure if you know exactly what they mean but we just pretend that you know) and then have your other adorable little jibberish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You have an ATTITUDE!&amp;nbsp; A serious fuckin attitude.&amp;nbsp; If you don't get what you want you freak the hell out and when I say freak the hell out I mean freak the hell out!!!&amp;nbsp; You will scream and cry until you almost can't breathe.&amp;nbsp; Then when you do&amp;nbsp;get whatever it is that you want and you are smiley baby!&amp;nbsp; Yeah....I can see where this is going.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You sort of understand the word "No".&amp;nbsp; We are using it a lot more lately.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are starting to really love your books.&amp;nbsp; You read to me now!!&amp;nbsp; I love hearing you little voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPRdRcPbHI/AAAAAAAAJx4/9qxZByUfxPg/s1600/014+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPRdRcPbHI/AAAAAAAAJx4/9qxZByUfxPg/s640/014+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are pulling yourself up onto everything and in return have received your first injuries this month.&amp;nbsp; You hit your forehead and got a good scrape&amp;nbsp;on your exersaucer because apparently it's more fun to play on the outside of it than actually sitting in it.&amp;nbsp; You got your first&amp;nbsp;fat bloody&amp;nbsp;lip&amp;nbsp;because you were trying to keep up with daddy and took&amp;nbsp;a face plant in the laundry room and you also got another bloody lip after grabbing&amp;nbsp;an ice cube while dad was trying to fill his water jug....well...it got stuck to your lip and you were trying to rip it off while it was dangling from your mouth.&amp;nbsp; Not funny....well maybe a little.&amp;nbsp; You were fine like 2 minutes later...after the bleeding stopped!&amp;nbsp; Honestly all of these things hurt me worse than you probably.&amp;nbsp; I don't like it when you get hurt....so don't do that anymore...ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You went for your first boat ride.&amp;nbsp; Please refer to previous post for the exciting details of that!!&amp;nbsp; Lets just say not a great first trip.&amp;nbsp; Better luck&amp;nbsp;next time!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPU2sSLxUI/AAAAAAAAJyE/V8_wSiC7H6M/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPU2sSLxUI/AAAAAAAAJyE/V8_wSiC7H6M/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You have the best smile....EVER!&amp;nbsp; I have no idea where this face came from but you do it with a little snort and it makes us all laugh every fricken time you do it!!!&amp;nbsp; You also have the most contagious laugh and it can instantly put me in a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You all of a sudden have a thing for my eyelashes and think it's hilarious to touch them.&amp;nbsp; Whatever makes you giggle I guess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You are pretty fearless and think you can go anywhere and do anything.&amp;nbsp; I hate to tell ya missy but you are gonna have to slow down a little!!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp; You LOVE your blankie (or blankies....you have 4 of the same blankie, all different colors but the same style....I guess I'm a freak and want to make sure that you always have one).&amp;nbsp; You snuggle with it when you sleep....you lay on it with your face burried....it might be the cutest thing ever....this is where the other blankies come in handy....that way we can cover you up!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPW1rzZ8qI/AAAAAAAAJyI/RIkKKLp2ns8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPW1rzZ8qI/AAAAAAAAJyI/RIkKKLp2ns8/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like I'm going to be writing your 10 month post in like a week.&amp;nbsp; It's all going way to fast.&amp;nbsp; I love ya Mees, more than you could ever imagine.&amp;nbsp; Happy 9 months baby girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&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/3829791496252469793-5608534988713030968?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5608534988713030968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-months.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5608534988713030968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5608534988713030968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDPIXvL4yLI/AAAAAAAAJxI/s8GWU-ktEgQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-9183649179937097519</id><published>2010-07-05T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:07:22.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Lessons learned this weekend!</title><content type='html'>I must admit that this 4th of July weekend was not the most fun 4th of July weekend I've ever had.&amp;nbsp; Personally I thinked it sucked a little!!!&amp;nbsp; The weather pretty much ruined half of our weekend and the other half there just wasn't shit for us to do because the humidity sucked the life right out of us.&amp;nbsp; The only positive thing was that we got to spend time together....which is always good and made up for the fact that everything else sucked ass!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to take our boat out on the 4th but the weather fucked that up but we did get to spend the afternoon with Nat, Joe and the kids.&amp;nbsp; Can't go wrong watching the three terrorists rip shit up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDJ5uO2BswI/AAAAAAAAJwo/7MY7EzKsuaU/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDJ5uO2BswI/AAAAAAAAJwo/7MY7EzKsuaU/s640/024.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDJ-NttxpQI/AAAAAAAAJww/86_5s-KSqIU/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDJ-NttxpQI/AAAAAAAAJww/86_5s-KSqIU/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then today the weather was &lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;to be nice so we thought "hey...yesterday was a bust lets take the boat out today."&amp;nbsp; So we did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We waited for 45 minutes to launch the damn thing and then putted around for 20 minutes until Nat got there with the kids and loaded them on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here is where I learned&amp;nbsp;four important lessons.&amp;nbsp; Lessons that I will take with me for the rest of my days!&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Never ever trust the fuckin weather douche holes!!!&amp;nbsp; I already knew that but I was being optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Never and I mean never take a 9 month old out on a boat when she has had NO nap.&amp;nbsp; Not a good idea...not a good idea at all.&amp;nbsp; Apparently they turn into this whole other non human thing!!&amp;nbsp; And then when it comes time for bed she throws herself around in the crib and terrorizes her poor little bear.&amp;nbsp; Monster!!&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; When you see that the sky is black and the tornado sirens go off....it &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be a good idea to head back to the dock.&amp;nbsp; (This one is acutally Justin's lesson....when your wife tells you that she is having a panick attack because of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;said&lt;/em&gt; wall cloud get the hell back to the dock)&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Flip flops are not a good thing to run in when you are trying to out run the typhoon that has just attacked you....plus I had one kid and Nat had two so we were trying real hard not to eat pavement and make it back to the truck for some kind of shelter from the bowling ball size rain that was pelting us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDJ8PrgszuI/AAAAAAAAJws/5KU0PrJj7AI/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDJ8PrgszuI/AAAAAAAAJws/5KU0PrJj7AI/s640/031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And No.....we had not been swimming!!!&amp;nbsp; This was a good part of the kids first boating experience...in the truck. &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Instead of fireworks this year Justin and I went to see Eclipse and now I'm reobsessed with it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why is it that after I watch these movies&amp;nbsp;I...1. think they are real 2. wish I could be them and 3. want to do some X rated things with Mr. Edward Cullen??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah I'm almost 29 and I love the whole vamp fantasy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sad I know....but this is&amp;nbsp;my excitement....besides poopy diapers....you didn't think I would go through a post without poopy diapers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hope the rest of you all had a super fun weekend!!!!&amp;nbsp; Maybe next year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; 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/3829791496252469793-9183649179937097519?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9183649179937097519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/lessons-learned-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/9183649179937097519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/9183649179937097519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/lessons-learned-this-weekend.html' title='Lessons learned this weekend!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TDJ5uO2BswI/AAAAAAAAJwo/7MY7EzKsuaU/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2087472671301117000</id><published>2010-07-01T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:16:54.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mullets'/><title type='text'>Mullet or Bust</title><content type='html'>Almost 29 years ago a lovely little lady by the name of Nikki arrived into this great big world....that would be me!!!&amp;nbsp; Now if you ask me I was pretty fricken cute!!!&amp;nbsp; But thats just me....other people may disagree....those people would probably get a little bitch slapped....but whatev!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC078pMZ6PI/AAAAAAAAJv0/WxKGl5IO5nU/s1600/scan00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC078pMZ6PI/AAAAAAAAJv0/WxKGl5IO5nU/s640/scan00006.jpg" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC08XNbQ_NI/AAAAAAAAJv4/bYqlrehpQpY/s1600/scan00004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="506" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC08XNbQ_NI/AAAAAAAAJv4/bYqlrehpQpY/s640/scan00004.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See....pretty cute huh???&amp;nbsp; I obviously continued to&amp;nbsp;get older&amp;nbsp;and....well....continued to get a little cuter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC09XxmGxLI/AAAAAAAAJv8/fR8bVES0w3I/s1600/scan0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC09XxmGxLI/AAAAAAAAJv8/fR8bVES0w3I/s640/scan0009.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nat came along when I was five....I was still rockin the cuteness at this time. I still looked like a "normal" little girl.&amp;nbsp; This may be the last photograph that proves that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC0-AcBfTdI/AAAAAAAAJwA/VhRzJ0ILMUY/s1600/scan0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="506" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC0-AcBfTdI/AAAAAAAAJwA/VhRzJ0ILMUY/s640/scan0008.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently I wouldn't let anyone take out my barretts so I would just pull them out myself and along with the clips came my hair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well because of this... this is what she did to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC0-5KVrnTI/AAAAAAAAJwE/Nxc2-7cooSw/s1600/scan0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="506" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC0-5KVrnTI/AAAAAAAAJwE/Nxc2-7cooSw/s640/scan0011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok....for one.. I looked like I just smoked 2 joints and two...total boy cut.&amp;nbsp; This was only the beginning.&amp;nbsp; I can actually handle this...a little.&amp;nbsp; I mean it's not the most horrible thing and to this day my mother says that if she didn't cut my hair short I wouldn't have the long thick hair that I do today....whatever mom!!&lt;br /&gt;So we couldn't just leave it at this....for some reason this went to this........&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC0_lFN_fDI/AAAAAAAAJwI/oNU4PcPwnTI/s1600/scan0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="508" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC0_lFN_fDI/AAAAAAAAJwI/oNU4PcPwnTI/s640/scan0012.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously mom...what the fuck???&amp;nbsp; Not cool...not cool at all.&amp;nbsp; The top of my head is sort of blending in to the stairs but I'm pretty sure that the top of my hair looks like I stuck my finger in a fuckin light socket and then the back of my hair&amp;nbsp;just decided to play dead and lay there.&amp;nbsp; (Notice the sweet ass stir-up pants too....totally bitchin!!)&lt;br /&gt;So....this is the not so bad mullet...still bad and definitely not cute...not cute at all.....but what my mother did next is so unforgiveable, so horrible that I can't even believe that I'm posting this!&amp;nbsp; I'm warning you....you may have to avert your eyes very quickly and I promise that it's not&amp;nbsp;a dead animal sitting on top of my head!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC1AhFoxIeI/AAAAAAAAJwM/RE4ybgjid8Y/s1600/scan0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC1AhFoxIeI/AAAAAAAAJwM/RE4ybgjid8Y/s640/scan0013.jpg" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!!!&amp;nbsp; She gave me a permed mullet....not just a mullet but a fuckin permed mullet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And apparently Natalie and I can't take a picture to save our lives....&amp;nbsp; (Side note on the mullet....Natalie's fricken face makes me want to pee a little)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it!!!!&amp;nbsp; This was my hot mess of a hair do for a couple of years.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I'm still pissed at my mom and may never forgive her for it.&amp;nbsp; I'm just so fricken happy that&amp;nbsp;my family can totally laugh at me and make fun of the&amp;nbsp;mullet....it's ok though...I have stuff on ALL of them so watch out!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So yes...I totally rocked a mullet and did NOT make it look good.&amp;nbsp; Gotta love the 80's!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday All!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" border="0" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/socialparade.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friday-follow.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/ff/button1.jpg" border="0" alt="friday-follow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2087472671301117000?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2087472671301117000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/mullet-or-bust.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2087472671301117000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2087472671301117000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/mullet-or-bust.html' title='Mullet or Bust'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TC078pMZ6PI/AAAAAAAAJv0/WxKGl5IO5nU/s72-c/scan00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7867056366881021097</id><published>2010-06-30T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:40:53.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat ass'/><title type='text'>I need to get my Ass in gear and not eat a whole pan of brownies in 3 days!</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to do something about this&amp;nbsp;whole fat madness thing that has taken over my ass, thighs and belly!!!&amp;nbsp; Seriously....what the hell is it and why does it need to attach itself to me.&amp;nbsp; I did not welcome this fat with wide open arms (which has also been taken over and if I opened them wide enough and started flapping I would probably take off)!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get myself motivated.&amp;nbsp; Everyday I say... this is the day...this is the day that I plan better meals....this is the day that I don't eat a whole 9x9 pan of brownies just because they are sitting there and seriously why the hell didn't Justin eat more of them.....this is the day that I get my ass to do some kind of physical activity....this is the day that I get my fat ass into gear!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Reality....I just need to do it!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's all about self discipline...which I completely lack at the moment....but it is something I strive for....more discipline....yet I find this whole "discipline" thing pretty sucky.&amp;nbsp; I love food and I love NOT working out....well thats not totally true, once I get going and get into the grove of it I'm&amp;nbsp;great but as soon as I start slipping then all hell breaks loose&amp;nbsp;on my ass!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Baby steps people....baby steps!&amp;nbsp; Otherwise I'm just going to whack that shit right off soon!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to say good bye to my fat thighs that rub together ( I will probably pee&amp;nbsp; the day that I can see light through those suckers) and say adios to the bat wings....that shit seriously needs to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you all do to keep yourself motivated?&amp;nbsp; What are some of your tricks?&amp;nbsp; What are some go to recipes and snacks?&amp;nbsp; What are some easy quick workouts?&amp;nbsp; I need all the f'ing help I can get!!!&amp;nbsp; I need to get my ass into a two piece at the end of January for some Jamaica time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7867056366881021097?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7867056366881021097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-to-get-my-ass-in-gear-and-not.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7867056366881021097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7867056366881021097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-to-get-my-ass-in-gear-and-not.html' title='I need to get my Ass in gear and not eat a whole pan of brownies in 3 days!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2864585695292531170</id><published>2010-06-29T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:26:56.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><title type='text'>I'm probably an Asshole but seriously WTF</title><content type='html'>So.....I've been going through a bunch of Mees stuff because my sister decided to have a garage sale and well....Mees has a lot of shit.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to get rid of &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; because we are planning on having another monster and if it's a girl (God help Justin) it would be nice to still have some stuff!&amp;nbsp; Although I know I'll end up getting all new shit anyway...what can I say....I like to shop!&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so....I was going through her stuff and I came upon this "stuff" that I got at one of my showers.&amp;nbsp; Now I love hand made stuff...I think it's amazing what people can make and the time that is spent doing it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But seriously What the Fuck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TClQ8xms_jI/AAAAAAAAJvg/RnoAM4O2ypo/s1600/001+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TClQ8xms_jI/AAAAAAAAJvg/RnoAM4O2ypo/s640/001+(4).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everytime I look at it I pee a little. When I first got it I didn't know what the hell it was.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those things that you go &lt;em&gt;Oh, wow, I....love it.....thank you so much&lt;/em&gt;....oh and it also has matching mittens and booties. &lt;br /&gt;Now I told you I was an Asshole....because I know the lady who made this worked her ass off and put a lot of love into it and I truly do appreciate it. But when you aren't sure what the hell it is and your daughter is swatting at the shit that's shooting out the top of it like a crazy lady swatting at the "bugs" flying around her head, you know she's probably not going to want it on for very long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TClQ9gJOrHI/AAAAAAAAJvo/TOOeuN-dWIk/s1600/003+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TClQ9gJOrHI/AAAAAAAAJvo/TOOeuN-dWIk/s640/003+(4).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She actually does look like a crazy lady!!!&amp;nbsp; But a very very cute crazy lady!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2864585695292531170?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2864585695292531170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-probably-asshole-but-seriously-wtf.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2864585695292531170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2864585695292531170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-probably-asshole-but-seriously-wtf.html' title='I&apos;m probably an Asshole but seriously WTF'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TClQ8xms_jI/AAAAAAAAJvg/RnoAM4O2ypo/s72-c/001+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-4034564871291149258</id><published>2010-06-28T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:29:29.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday</title><content type='html'>So it has been disgustingly hot and humid here the last week or so, so we haven't done a whole lot outside since you are instantly suffocated when walking out the door.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were at Deb's for Joey's surprise Golden Birthday Party and it was still fricken hotter than hell but we were under the canopy thingy on the patio so it at least blocked the sun!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here's a nasty sweaty picture of Me and Miss Mia....she's obviously not nasty and sweaty but mama sure is.&amp;nbsp; But that's ok....we've gotta take the good with the fugly....right???&amp;nbsp; And these pics are not nearly as bad as the mullet ones that I promise I will&amp;nbsp;post.....why not embarrass myself....who cares right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCf9EZ7SGpI/AAAAAAAAJuQ/tekMLFyntak/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCf9EZ7SGpI/AAAAAAAAJuQ/tekMLFyntak/s640/039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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I knew you would like it!!&amp;nbsp; I actually enjoy these random posts....it's not because I'm lazy....well I am lazy but I&amp;nbsp;love doing these posts!! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Super stoked that Eclipse is coming out next week!!!&amp;nbsp; B and I are going to see it next weekend I think.&amp;nbsp; It's kinda our thing...we went to the first two in the theater together and so obviously we will be going to this one.&amp;nbsp; If she tried to ditch me...well....I would probably kick her in her biscuit!!!&lt;br /&gt;* DO NOT...I repeat, DO NOT&amp;nbsp;stop taking your anxiety medication without talking to your doctor first.....end result is a WHOLE truck load of crazy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Note to self:&amp;nbsp; Do not make brownies anymore.....I just wanted one and figured Justin would eat them up....well he didn't and....yeah the whole flippin&amp;nbsp;pan is gone and I'm pretty sure that I ate that shit up...in 3 days!!&lt;br /&gt;* I had a bitchen mullet for like 3 years growing up!!!&amp;nbsp; From about the age of 5-7 I was pretty fugly.....not only was it a mullet but it was a f'in permed mullet.&amp;nbsp; Maybe, just maybe, I'll do a post on just how unfortunate looking I was at that age!!!&amp;nbsp; It'll be a good laugh!......Seriously though....permed mullet people!!!&lt;br /&gt;* The phrase "Brown Chicken Brown Cow" makes me giggle!!!&amp;nbsp; And then it gets stuck in my head and then it sounds like I'm singing cheesy porn music!!&amp;nbsp; Do it.....say it!!!&amp;nbsp; It's kinda funny!!!&amp;nbsp; And then later...ask your hubs if he wants a little Brown Chicken Brown Cow and see what he says???&amp;nbsp; It could turn into a FUN night!&lt;br /&gt;* Justin passed his Journeyman's test....we just got the results the other day!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm so proud of him and excited for him!!!&amp;nbsp; He worked his ass off and totaly deserves it......plus....that means that Nikki gets to go shopping!!!!&amp;nbsp; Holla.....yeah I just said Holla!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday All!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" border="0" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/socialparade.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://friday-follow.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="friday-follow" border="0" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/ff/button1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-3948309164878317845?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3948309164878317845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-fantabulous-random-randomness.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3948309164878317845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3948309164878317845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-fantabulous-random-randomness.html' title='My fantabulous random randomness'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/ff/th_button1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6829110453181180458</id><published>2010-06-23T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:56:40.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of!</title><content type='html'>This little girl LOVES the water!!!&amp;nbsp; She loves bath time and if we let her....&amp;nbsp;she would sit in there for hours and completely flood our entire house or get a small case of hypothermia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out at the house this last weekend (before she came down with an ear infection and some kind of bronchial infection)&amp;nbsp; so I decided to give her a sink bath so I didn't have to worry about it when we got home!!!&amp;nbsp; You can only imagine the&amp;nbsp;massive amounts of water on the floor&amp;nbsp;of mom and dad's kitchen!&amp;nbsp; She might be the cutest thing EVER!!!!&amp;nbsp; I sorta like her....just a little!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCFjEmqoxmI/AAAAAAAAJuI/NUGYAvkSm44/s1600/016+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCFjEmqoxmI/AAAAAAAAJuI/NUGYAvkSm44/s640/016+(4).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Anyway, we had a blast!!&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful outdoor backyard bbq.....I was pleasantly surprised as to how beautiful a backyard wedding could be!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCAUsGyrgTI/AAAAAAAAJt8/TACfBsfNSZI/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCAUsGyrgTI/AAAAAAAAJt8/TACfBsfNSZI/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first picture in forever that Justin and I have taken together that doesn't show drool and dried crusty snot on our shoulders!!! It's been forever since we've had a nice photo.....on a side note....my sisters are reading this and probably wanting to punch the shit out me because they think that all Justin and I do is take pictures of ourselves and they are totally&amp;nbsp;bitching that we have like a gagillion photos of us.&amp;nbsp; Which is completely NOT true!&amp;nbsp;We just think that pictures are so much better when we are in them!!!!&amp;nbsp; Kidding....totally kinda kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCAWZYI9ZGI/AAAAAAAAJuA/qLR8dkmX_i4/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCAWZYI9ZGI/AAAAAAAAJuA/qLR8dkmX_i4/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They had a signature drink that the bride made...it was spiked blueberry lavendar lemonade....yeah it was pretty f'in tasty!! I only had one of those for fear that I would not be coherent enough to be able to care for my daughter the next morning....so I switched to beer....much better when needing to care for an 8 month old the next day...much better! They had a band that was kinda swing/jazz/blues/you can't really dance to this shit unless you've taken lessons kind of music. They were really good but couldn't really bust a move out on the dance floor....I could have probably made an ass of myself had I had like 7 more beers but instead we just stood in the background and made fun of the aunts marching in place trying to pretend that they could actually dance to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;kind of music.&amp;nbsp; It was a whole lot of legs twists and jazz hands!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And then there were the porta pottys....these weren't your ordinary porta pottys....these were some classy fuckin porta pottys.&amp;nbsp; I was totally confused by them.&amp;nbsp; Who knew that porta pottys had a flusher and actual soap and some running water that you had to pump with your foot??&amp;nbsp; Yeah I didn't know any of this....I thought the soap was hand sanitizer as did my Stacy.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;naturally we were using this soap as hand sanitizer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;Drunk&lt;/strike&gt; dumb ass me couldn't figure out why my hands felt so nasty and slimy and then when we saw the white soap all over Stacy's boob we realized that in fact we&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; drunk asses!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night with lots of laughs and I was grateful that Justin and I got to go out.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing was though that by the end of the night the conversations turned into poop stories, birth stories and the fact that my husband compared my episiotomy to sorta kinda like&amp;nbsp;"gutting deer".....yeah...he had too many and there was a possibility that I&amp;nbsp;may have slapped the shit out of him....hey, it wasn't father's day yet!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCAaNgvWuyI/AAAAAAAAJuE/Hjzdcnhg8Q0/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCAaNgvWuyI/AAAAAAAAJuE/Hjzdcnhg8Q0/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a    href="http://boobiesbabiesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img    src="http://boobiesbabiesandablog.webs.com/fmbt200.png" alt="BWS tips    button" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2002266417362008920?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2002266417362008920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-its-good-night-when-you-walk.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2002266417362008920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2002266417362008920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-its-good-night-when-you-walk.html' title='You know it&apos;s a good night when you walk out of the porta potty with soap on your boob!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TCAUsGyrgTI/AAAAAAAAJt8/TACfBsfNSZI/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2498522609677441396</id><published>2010-06-20T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:46:41.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad&apos;s'/><title type='text'>A little bit of sappy shit for Father's Day</title><content type='html'>When I married Justin I knew that I couldn't imagine my life without him.&amp;nbsp; I knew that we were going to have to work our asses off at our marriage and work our asses off&amp;nbsp;to create the life that we had always talked and dreamt about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the midst of working our asses off&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize that my heart could love someone more and more with each&amp;nbsp;and every&amp;nbsp;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Justin&amp;nbsp;was the first one to see Mia&amp;nbsp;as she entered into this big&amp;nbsp;scary ass world&amp;nbsp;and at that moment when I saw his face&amp;nbsp;I knew that we were in the right place at the right time and I couldn't have imagined being anywhere else (except for the fact that I thought my ass was exploding and I didn't know that it would ever feel "normal" again down there...I could have totally done without that).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TB7AvlA1esI/AAAAAAAAJtw/lQ3tbQsN4W4/s1600/262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TB7AvlA1esI/AAAAAAAAJtw/lQ3tbQsN4W4/s640/262.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again, I didn't know it was possible to love a man more but when I saw him hold Mia for the first time and I saw the overwhelming amount of awe and love and complete adoration he had for this tiny little girl my heart felt like it was going to burst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TB7CMUXB8iI/AAAAAAAAJt0/iQE1LASDBeA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TB7CMUXB8iI/AAAAAAAAJt0/iQE1LASDBeA/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the last 8 months, I watch him....I watch him when he doesn't think I'm looking (not in a creepy stalker kinda way) and I see this big strong man playing peek-a-boo and making crazy ass faces and holding her little girl hands and changing her diaper and picking out mismatched clothes and I feel completely at home. I feel that for this moment we are complete and I feel blessed an honored that he is my husband and the father of my daughter. He is our rock and I love him more than I could ever put into words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TB7DZ4Kh74I/AAAAAAAAJt4/U0imwBpIMt8/s1600/018+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TB7DZ4Kh74I/AAAAAAAAJt4/U0imwBpIMt8/s640/018+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Fathers Day Love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2498522609677441396?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2498522609677441396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-bit-of-sappy-shit-for-fathers.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2498522609677441396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2498522609677441396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-bit-of-sappy-shit-for-fathers.html' title='A little bit of sappy shit for Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TB7AvlA1esI/AAAAAAAAJtw/lQ3tbQsN4W4/s72-c/262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6841333968651946859</id><published>2010-06-18T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:24:39.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Randomness on this Random ass Friday</title><content type='html'>I've been lacking in the whole content aspect of this here blog lately.&amp;nbsp; There has been some things going on that I'm sure I will enlighten you all with later but&amp;nbsp;for now I'm just gonna be my random self because...well....frankly....thats all I got!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think that people over the age of 70 should be required to retake their drivers test.....I'm sorry but there are some scary ass old broads out there who should really think twice before getting behind the wheel.&amp;nbsp; There is a possibility that one of these said scary ass old broads totally gets bitch slapped.....by me!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Just bought season 4 of Weeds!!!&amp;nbsp; Pretty pumped to watch it....I'm only like 3 seasons and 3 years behind....I don't even know if I remember the first 3??&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see??&amp;nbsp; Can totally SUCK IT!!!&amp;nbsp; We need to find Miss Mia a new favorite book!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've been totally obsessed with turkey and avocado sandwiches lately.....had one for dinner and could probably eat another one right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why is it that when one thing in your life isn't going the greatest everything else decides to go to shit too??&amp;nbsp; Just wondering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I could totally go for a pie shake from Betty's Pies!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh dear lord are they good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" border="0" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/bloghop.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6841333968651946859?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6841333968651946859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-randomness-on-this-random-ass.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6841333968651946859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6841333968651946859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-randomness-on-this-random-ass.html' title='Random Randomness on this Random ass Friday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2805380139891786889</id><published>2010-06-16T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:31:00.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday....Sort of!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's been one of those days....thats all I'm going to say about that shit!!!&amp;nbsp; The pictures below made me smile so hopefully they will do the same for you!!!&amp;nbsp; Guess who the pics are of?????&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh my god....Mia!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; She has been a complete monster lately and is in to everything and has some serious attitude issues....where does she get this you ask.....not really fuckin sure!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBl4-EhKMGI/AAAAAAAAJtM/VqAMDuD8uP0/s1600/003+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBl4-EhKMGI/AAAAAAAAJtM/VqAMDuD8uP0/s640/003+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBl5LcGqP6I/AAAAAAAAJtQ/0ONZP3HOvBM/s1600/004+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBl5LcGqP6I/AAAAAAAAJtQ/0ONZP3HOvBM/s640/004+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBl5ab82O_I/AAAAAAAAJtU/SyfWo8dhglE/s1600/005+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBl5ab82O_I/AAAAAAAAJtU/SyfWo8dhglE/s640/005+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seriously cracks me up! As you can see there is a whole lot of beast in this little girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2805380139891786889?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2805380139891786889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesdaysort-of_16.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2805380139891786889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2805380139891786889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesdaysort-of_16.html' title='Wordless Wednesday....Sort of!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBl4-EhKMGI/AAAAAAAAJtM/VqAMDuD8uP0/s72-c/003+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3584563646176627410</id><published>2010-06-15T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:19:21.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Things Change</title><content type='html'>As I've gotten older and started my own family my life has obviously changed in many many ways. The majority of all these changes have all been fabulous and welcomed with open arms and an open heart. I've gained an amazing husband and a home and have created the most fabulous&amp;nbsp;little being&amp;nbsp;of all...my little Mees!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've embraced all of these changes.... there are some that still make me a little sad.&amp;nbsp; I feel as though I have become completely disconnected with my close group of girlfriends.&amp;nbsp; It's so hard now to find the time to get together....we all have families, we all have different priorities.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes feel like I don't have that bond anymore with them&amp;nbsp;that I wish so badly to have back.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;miss the closeness, I miss the phone calls and I miss the nights out gabbing about anything and everything.&amp;nbsp; (I don't miss being a total mess the next morning but an occasional jag bomb here and there wouldn't be so bad!!!).&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it just feels like I've fallen off the face of the earth and I'm totally out of the loop.&amp;nbsp; It sucks when you hear about something that is going on only to find out after the fact.....peoples lives nowadays are just so crazy busy....and I'm totally guilty of not taking the time to slow down and pay attention!!&amp;nbsp; I truly miss them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side of all of this I've come to realize that family IS my priority.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't give them up for anything.&amp;nbsp; I love that I hang out with my sisters and B all the time.&amp;nbsp; I love spending time with the hubs.&amp;nbsp; I love that Mia gets to play with Carter and Belle all the time.&amp;nbsp; I love that we all hang out at the house all the time.&amp;nbsp; I want my munchkin to have &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;kind of memories....the memories that families create.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I will always love my girls no matter if we talk or see each other on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; Things may change and we may eventually grow apart but they are people that I will never forget and have had a hand in shaping the person that I am today!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-3584563646176627410?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3584563646176627410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-change.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3584563646176627410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/3584563646176627410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-change.html' title='Things Change'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-8579759194089780152</id><published>2010-06-14T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:44:32.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've pretty much been sucking in the photo taking department lately....only a few photos a day....I know, I know, how dare I not blind my child every chance I get!!!&lt;/div&gt;These mommy and me photos are of us just hanging like we usually do!!!&lt;br /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBV1kXX0blI/AAAAAAAAJtE/bo-GZnGYHlo/s1600/001+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBV1kXX0blI/AAAAAAAAJtE/bo-GZnGYHlo/s640/001+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBV2C6oAO0I/AAAAAAAAJtI/HCkJeyKVqAE/s1600/002+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBV2C6oAO0I/AAAAAAAAJtI/HCkJeyKVqAE/s640/002+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Mees looks like she wants absolutely nothing to do with this whole situation and I look like I may have gotten caught in a fricken wind storm.....seriously...what's up with my hair??? I kinda look like the crazy lady with the baby!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a    href="http://boobiesbabiesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img    src="http://boobiesbabiesandablog.webs.com/fmbt200.png" alt="BWS tips    button" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-8579759194089780152?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8579759194089780152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommy-and-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8579759194089780152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8579759194089780152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommy-and-me-monday.html' title='Mommy and Me Monday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TBV1kXX0blI/AAAAAAAAJtE/bo-GZnGYHlo/s72-c/001+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2902481145623392979</id><published>2010-06-13T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:41:46.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>I feel like I haven't written shit for the last couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; There hasn't been any substance to anything that I've said....not that there really was before and I'm sure that won't be changing anytime in the near future either.&amp;nbsp; This post is no different....so don't get too excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking about all the stuff that we have going on in the next few months.....and let me tell you....it's a tad bit crazy!!!&amp;nbsp; I like to be busy and have stuff going on but holy shit we are on serious overload!&amp;nbsp; I know you are all dying to hear about the fun and exciting and crazy things we have going on.....Let me tell ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Dad's birthday, brother's birthday, Father's Day, brother-in-laws golden birthday, cousin's wedding, sister and brother-in-laws anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Brother-in-laws birthday, neice's golden birthday, cousin's baby shower, planning a weekend getaway with the hubs and the babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;MY birthday!!!, possible trip to St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Mom and dad's anniversary, sister's birthday, Hubby's 30th birthday, sister's bridal shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Mia's 1st birthday, sister's bachelorette party, more bridal showers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Holiday's start, Little sissy's wedding, sister-in-law's wedding stuff starting (bridal showers,etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;More Holidays, Timmy's birthday, bridal stuff for Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;JAMAICA!!!&amp;nbsp; for Becky and Jake's wedding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just what we have on the calendar as of now!!&amp;nbsp; At least all of the stuff that we have going on is all fun stuff and things I'm totally looking forward to.&amp;nbsp; It just makes the summer fly by though!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me add to all of this too....just found out that Justin starts working 3rd shift on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; And by 3rd shift I mean 6:30pm to 2am Tuesday thru Saturday.&amp;nbsp; What kind of fuckin shift is that??&amp;nbsp; I spent the entire night on Thursday sobbing....I'm pretty much going to be a single mother for like 2 months.&amp;nbsp; I'm greatful that he has a job and is making money but it just sucks some big ass!&amp;nbsp; All of our weekend plans are sort of thrown out the window now.&amp;nbsp; Stupid ass economy!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2902481145623392979?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2902481145623392979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2902481145623392979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2902481145623392979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5488113173706185145</id><published>2010-06-10T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:35:59.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Randomness</title><content type='html'>Here we go again....my random prozac vodka loving mind is at it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I fricken HATE word verification.....what the hell is it and why is it necessary???&amp;nbsp; Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know how about a week ago or so I said that I ordered Mees' some more leggings?&amp;nbsp; Well I'm pretty sure that I'm online ordering more and adding some headbands to that order!&amp;nbsp; They should seriously give me some shit for free....I think I've ordered EVERYTHING they make!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm probably like the BEST wife EVER!!!&amp;nbsp; Hubs got his father's day gift early....yeah...he got a new sweet ass pair of Oakley's!&amp;nbsp; Told ya I was fricken awesome.&amp;nbsp; Never would I have thought that I would spend that much money&amp;nbsp;on a pair of fuckin sunglasses but he reminded me that I buy purses (although... most of my Coach purses are bought at the outlet store where they are last seasons styles and less spendy....but no need to get into the logistics of it all....and I reminded him that I carry a purse everyday....you only wear sunglasses when it's sunny unless you are one of those douche holes that think it's always bright in&amp;nbsp;your world and wear them all the time!!) and honestly he is a fabulous husband and the best dad so he totally deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Apparently I'm not as cool as I thought.....I lost 2 of my followers.....it almost makes me sad a little.&amp;nbsp; Did I offend them with my not so lady like language???&amp;nbsp; Oh....fuck it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There are a lot of times that I go to write something on this here blog and then I get here and&amp;nbsp; totally forget what the hell I was going to write.....that's why I just wrote this because I can't remember what the hell I was going to write!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I want to punch the shit out of Heidi and Spencer.....just saw somethin on tv about them and wanted to chuck the remote at it but then I thought that the hubs probably wouldn't like that too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think I would rather have flawless skin than a perfectly thin body....actually in a perfect world I would prefer both but I'm trying to not be too selfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to be 29 in August and I have to dye my hair because there are grays....yeah thats right...grays.....I got two words for the grays....SUCK IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes I get a teeny tiny urge to cut a bitch or throat punch someone.....I'm really not violent but some people are just dumb asses and totally deserve a good ass whoopin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cancer can KISS MY ASS!!!&amp;nbsp; I HATE IT!!!!&amp;nbsp; Thats all I have to say about that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thats all of my ramblings for now!!!&amp;nbsp; Loves!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" border="0" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/bloghop.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://friday-follow.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="friday-follow" border="0" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/ff/button1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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I'm lazy and can't come up with a clever post to save my life so...weird....another picture post!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So as I'm going through all the gazillion photos on my computer trying to find a good one I've decided to&amp;nbsp;NOT post a pic of Mees today.&amp;nbsp; I've decided to post a pic of another one of my most favorite gals......B (that would be Sabrina for those of you who don't know her as B....my beautiful lovely neice.....who by the way would totally get bitch slapped if she called me Antie.....thats just not how we roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TA7y3X_N_MI/AAAAAAAAJtA/qgv6rlo9xfo/s1600/028+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TA7y3X_N_MI/AAAAAAAAJtA/qgv6rlo9xfo/s640/028+(3).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was our lumberjack day out at the house and for some reason this fricken photo fricken cracks me up!!! I seriously don't know what the hell she is doing....totally fake jammin out to absolutley nothing (there is no noise coming out of those things...they are earmuff thingys....I don't&amp;nbsp;know what the hell they are called)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;B....you are one &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;special &lt;/em&gt;little lady!!!&amp;nbsp; Love ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-8809512028107028442?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8809512028107028442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesdaysort-of.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8809512028107028442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8809512028107028442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesdaysort-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesday....Sort of'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TA7y3X_N_MI/AAAAAAAAJtA/qgv6rlo9xfo/s72-c/028+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1822404012934525322</id><published>2010-06-07T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:28:04.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8 months'/><title type='text'>8 whole big months old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAr5XqiJYzI/AAAAAAAAJsQ/NLhdSEEfeAo/s1600/002+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAr5XqiJYzI/AAAAAAAAJsQ/NLhdSEEfeAo/s640/002+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where do I begin Lou Lou.......you are one crazy ass little gal who entertains us daily!!!!&amp;nbsp; Just like last month this month has flown by way too fast.&amp;nbsp; It seems like I just wrote your 7th month post and here I am writing the 8th month.....SLOW DOWN.&amp;nbsp; Time obviously does not listen to your mother.....I should just get used to not being listened to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing at this age to watch you develop and do it soooo quickly.&amp;nbsp; We are definitely seeing your personality start to shine through.&amp;nbsp; Most days you are a fricken riot and then there are those days where you are completely bipolar and a total ass hole.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to sugar coat things and pretend that we have the most well behaved, angelic, happy little&amp;nbsp;lady.&amp;nbsp; There are times when you make mommy want to rip ALL her hair out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAr7cp9vKiI/AAAAAAAAJsU/v3eXH1GCf2g/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAr7cp9vKiI/AAAAAAAAJsU/v3eXH1GCf2g/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This here picture above is your new smile!&amp;nbsp; It's fricken hilarious.....you see the red light on the camera and we tell you to smile and this is what happens.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You have mastered the army crawl and don't stop moving!!!&amp;nbsp; You are moments away from totally crawling....you just haven't quite figured out the whole moving of the knees and the hands in the right order!&amp;nbsp; You are also trying to pull yourself up onto things now.&amp;nbsp; You are EVERYWHERE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You are starting to figure out how to feed yourself. You are getting pretty good at getting your puffs in your mouth by yourself and you do a pretty good job at holding your own bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You are obsessed with the water.&amp;nbsp; You love bath time and you love the pool.&amp;nbsp; If we would let you, you would sit and splash until you were blue around the mouth!&amp;nbsp; We took you to Antie Becky's and Uncle Jake's pool last weekend and you played and played and played for hours!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You sorta give kisses.....big wide ass open mouth drool filled wet slobbery kisses.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't happen very often....and it has to be on &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;terms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAr_I5U3jFI/AAAAAAAAJsY/hK0vH6XLbaw/s1600/005+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAr_I5U3jFI/AAAAAAAAJsY/hK0vH6XLbaw/s640/005+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You've started having a little bit of separation anxiety.&amp;nbsp; And when I say a little I mean sometimes we can't even walk away to pee and you'd think someone ripped your arm off!&amp;nbsp; Yet when we drop you off at Stacy's you are totally fine!&amp;nbsp; I can't blame ya though....I would totally want to be around your dad and I too!!!&amp;nbsp; We are pretty f'ing cool!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You are starting to mimic us....we can make sounds or noises and you copy them back to us.&amp;nbsp; You have a crazy fake laugh that makes us laugh which in turn makes you laugh again!!&amp;nbsp; We are just funny I guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You get ridiculously excited to see Carter and Elle.&amp;nbsp; The second they are in your eye site you completely freak out and if we don't let you near them immediately you get pissed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You have ZERO patience.....I'll just leave it at that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You hate having your face wiped or touched or anything.....I'm pretty sure that one of these days you are going to sock me right in the jaw!!&amp;nbsp; I know I probably deserve it but I can't stand crusty face or nose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You LOVE outside and have a thing for balls...footballs, baseballs, soccer balls, volleyballs, you name a ball....you love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAsBo0YtTmI/AAAAAAAAJsc/Y8WjcIn33gc/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAsBo0YtTmI/AAAAAAAAJsc/Y8WjcIn33gc/s640/015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* This last month you have turned into &lt;em&gt;a little bit &lt;/em&gt;of a mama's girl.&amp;nbsp; Which is completely fine with me....because I know it probably won't last very long!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* Your favorite book is Brown Bear Brown Bear.&amp;nbsp; Not sure how much more Brown Bear mommy can read before I chuck that shit out the window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You still look exactly like your dad!&amp;nbsp; Me....not so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Happy 8 months baby girl!!!&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to the next one!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAsFFalsopI/AAAAAAAAJs8/uSKEcH51sS4/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAsFFalsopI/AAAAAAAAJs8/uSKEcH51sS4/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /&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/3829791496252469793-1822404012934525322?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1822404012934525322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-whole-big-months-old.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1822404012934525322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1822404012934525322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-whole-big-months-old.html' title='8 whole big months old!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAr5XqiJYzI/AAAAAAAAJsQ/NLhdSEEfeAo/s72-c/002+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1389788237957913082</id><published>2010-06-06T16:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:42:26.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Shits and Giggles!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said that Justin and I are pretty f'ing cool??&amp;nbsp; Well it turns out that &lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;AM pretty fuckin cool!!!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Justin....sorta..... but I'm just a little more than he is!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from one of my most favoritist&amp;nbsp;bloggy peeps this afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ericka.... the fabulous lady&amp;nbsp;over at &lt;a href="http://alabastercow.com/"&gt;alabaster cow&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE her blog, she doesn't sugar coat shit and she likes to say "shit" and all of those other fun words that I tend to use every once in a while!!!&amp;nbsp; She's just plain hilarious!!&amp;nbsp; Another bad ass motha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm her featured &lt;a href="http://alabastercow.com/2010/06/shits-and-giggles-featured-blogger-2/"&gt;shits and giggles&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blogger today!!!&amp;nbsp; She wrote up an awesome post about My Fantabulous Wonderful Life and I couldn't be more excited about it!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;If you aren't a follower of Ericka yet...totally go check out her blog!!!&amp;nbsp; It's well worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://alabastercow.com/shits-and-giggles/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/shitsandgigglessunday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1389788237957913082?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1389788237957913082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/shits-and-giggles.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1389788237957913082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1389788237957913082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/shits-and-giggles.html' title='Shits and Giggles!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7205667216932742825</id><published>2010-06-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:32:53.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>The NEW smile!!!!</title><content type='html'>Mia's new thing as of this last week is her &lt;em&gt;new smile&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&amp;nbsp; This girl is a fricken hoot!&amp;nbsp; I have no idea where the hell she got this from but she just started doing it and it might be one of the funniest things I've ever seen.&amp;nbsp; Thats why I obviously have to share it with all of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psxmmniyr44&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psxmmniyr44&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7205667216932742825?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7205667216932742825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-smile.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7205667216932742825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7205667216932742825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-smile.html' title='The NEW smile!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5201240580785754158</id><published>2010-06-04T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:07:11.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest Blogger'/><title type='text'>Nervous Nelly Friday!</title><content type='html'>I got an email last week from one of my most favorite bloggers Michelle at &lt;a href="http://www.sowonderfulsomarvelous.com/"&gt;So Wonderful, So Marvelous&lt;/a&gt;, she asked me if I...yeah thats right me....Nikki....would be a guest blogger over at her house!!!&amp;nbsp; Of course I said yes but then wondered why the hell she wanted me.&amp;nbsp; I mean.... I know I'm sorta cool and all but really.... I'm not...AT ALL!!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm actually a little nervous!&amp;nbsp; I hope her readers like&amp;nbsp;what they read!!&amp;nbsp; And then I wondered.....&lt;em&gt;what the hell am I going to guest blog about??&amp;nbsp; I don't even know what the hell I'm writing on my own blog!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;So I decided to share a little bit about myself and share a delicious cocktail recipe that I got from a friend!!!&amp;nbsp; It's summer....everyone needs cocktails....right???&amp;nbsp; Right!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sowonderfulsomarvelous.com/"&gt;Michelle's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;place and check out her fabulous blog!!!&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;is amazingly fun and honest and totally speaks her mind and is pretty damn funny if ya ask me!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!!!&amp;nbsp; Have a great weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://friday-follow.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="friday-follow" border="0" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/ff/button1.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/3829791496252469793-5201240580785754158?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5201240580785754158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/nervous-nelly-friday.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5201240580785754158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5201240580785754158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/nervous-nelly-friday.html' title='Nervous Nelly Friday!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/ff/th_button1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5118985983857856223</id><published>2010-06-03T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:38:47.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>The best old guy EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is not going to be a super&amp;nbsp;long post nor will I shove my childs adorably precious squeezable little cheeks in your face again (ya'll just wait for this weekend though when I post the quick video of her smiling on command....it's f'in captivating!!!!&amp;nbsp; Don't worry....you will get your Mia fix at some point.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is simple.....Happy Birthday Dad!!!!&amp;nbsp; I love you and think that you are the most wonderful and&amp;nbsp;amazing&amp;nbsp;father and I feel blessed to be able to call you dad!!&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't be the woman I am today if it weren't for you.&amp;nbsp; There are times....ok all the time....when you don't stop talking, mostly about your girls but I realize it's only because you love us and are proud of us.&amp;nbsp; And I truly wouldn't have it any other way!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, I do&amp;nbsp;wonder how you can be so proud of us&amp;nbsp;because we are all extremely innappropriate and not at all very lady like&amp;nbsp;and would pretty much beat the shit out of anyone who messes with us (well Natalie will beat the shit out of them and Deb, B and I would just yell like bad ass mothas) but I guess that totally makes us who we are and you STILL love us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya dude!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S6a8Yt1fc3I/AAAAAAAAJAE/l7C5vEscAQ0/s1600/278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S6a8Yt1fc3I/AAAAAAAAJAE/l7C5vEscAQ0/s640/278.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/3829791496252469793-5118985983857856223?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5118985983857856223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-old-guy-ever.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5118985983857856223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5118985983857856223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-old-guy-ever.html' title='The best old guy EVER!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S6a8Yt1fc3I/AAAAAAAAJAE/l7C5vEscAQ0/s72-c/278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-322348733692101873</id><published>2010-06-02T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:16:04.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of!</title><content type='html'>As you all may know I pretty much blind my child every chance I get!!&amp;nbsp; She was born with a camera in her face and there is a good possibility that she will develop some kind of&amp;nbsp;something from it.&amp;nbsp; As of now....I don't give a shit because she is too damn cute to not take pictures of!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She is used to having that annoying big black thing in her face so she now&amp;nbsp;makes faces&amp;nbsp;AT it.....she sees the red light of the flash and all of a sudden she gets this look on her face....it's a smile but it's a cheesy ass smile for the camera....it's fricken adorable!!!&amp;nbsp; Just ask me...I'll tell ya!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAWxbjuvCEI/AAAAAAAAJlQ/oN__WM2aYxo/s1600/001+(6).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAWxbjuvCEI/AAAAAAAAJlQ/oN__WM2aYxo/s640/001+(6).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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She totally has a mind of her own and is already giving her father and I a run for our money!!&amp;nbsp; And yes...I do know that this is only the beginning but she's my first so it's all so new...and scary....but fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;This girl is fast, strong and determined!!!&amp;nbsp; Changing her diaper and clothes now is like trying to contain a psychotic cat that has severe anxiety issues.&amp;nbsp; It's fricken impossible!&amp;nbsp; It takes the two of us to do it quickly, we've actually begun to master putting diapers on her while she is laying on her stomach and writhing around like a crazy lady!!!&amp;nbsp; It takes a special and talented person to do these things!!!&amp;nbsp; And yes, I do realize that it's sorta sad that it takes the two of us to tame a little person but shes got some serious muscle and can totally take us out!!!&lt;br /&gt;I should also realize by now that it's pointless to buy her toys.....she doesn't want that shit....she wants our cell phones, the laptop, our keys, paper, napkins, you name it she wants it and she wants it in her mouth and if you take it away from her....God help you and the wrath that you will receive!!&amp;nbsp; You better have something better REAL fast to give her in exchange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am amazed though the new things that she does on a daily basis!!&amp;nbsp; It's the most amazing thing to watch your baby grow and watch her diva bitch personality develop!!!&amp;nbsp; Justin is soooo happy that she is so much like her mama (sense the sarcasm!!!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.S.&amp;nbsp; Pretty sure she is saying Mama!!!&amp;nbsp; I at least hear it!!!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm crazy!&amp;nbsp; Wait...I am crazy...oh well...she likes me the best!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7483782320900716720?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7483782320900716720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/diva-bitch.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7483782320900716720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7483782320900716720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/diva-bitch.html' title='Diva Bitch'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1822726248313596472</id><published>2010-05-31T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:20:36.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We've had a very busy weekend hanging with the fam and enjoying the BEAUTIFUL weather.&amp;nbsp; I got some much needed Vitamin D and spent some time in the water with the hubs and the munchkin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAMJZ3mEi6I/AAAAAAAAJlI/yXk9hdJ4fN4/s1600/2010-05-29+14.33.43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAMJZ3mEi6I/AAAAAAAAJlI/yXk9hdJ4fN4/s640/2010-05-29+14.33.43.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The reason this picture is just of Mees is because the ones with Justin and I in it are NOT good.....his head looks ginormous and I look like a wet dog with a bad hair do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been running and running all weekend and so we are totally relaxing right now.&amp;nbsp; Mees has been such a trooper all weekend....totally fighting her naps but still hanging with a smile....for the most part!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We were doing our usual bedtime routine of bottle and reading books and the next thing I knew......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAMLDvCeixI/AAAAAAAAJlM/ew_4LaGaje8/s1600/001+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAMLDvCeixI/AAAAAAAAJlM/ew_4LaGaje8/s640/001+(5).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see.....we were beat!!! Hope you all had a fabulous weekend!!! Oh and P.S. I'm a total bad ass again.....I'm Laura, &lt;a href="http://purseblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Purse Blogger's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;fave lady of the week this week!!!!&amp;nbsp; Definitely check out her blog....I love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://purseblogger.blogspot.com/search/label/favorite%20lady%20of%20the%20week" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8D5u8Jtsfl0/S4v1Z4eXqqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JWDzDrFGBSM/s320/ladyoftheweek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1822726248313596472?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1822726248313596472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday_31.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1822726248313596472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1822726248313596472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday_31.html' title='Mommy and Me Monday!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/TAMJZ3mEi6I/AAAAAAAAJlI/yXk9hdJ4fN4/s72-c/2010-05-29+14.33.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2393355401238281104</id><published>2010-05-27T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:12:40.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dilemas'/><title type='text'>Decisions Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Justin and I have been faced with a dilema this week.&amp;nbsp; It's huge...huge....and the decision is not to be made lightly and I am having a slight anxiety attack about it.&amp;nbsp; I can't seem to figure it out and&amp;nbsp;my indecisivness is running mad.&amp;nbsp; Decisions...decisions.....as I sit here writing, I STILL don't know what we are going to do!&amp;nbsp; Are you all just DYING to know what this HUGE dilema is that me and the hubs are facing????&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't sure if we should spend 6 nights or 7 nights in Jamaica in January??&amp;nbsp; Leave on&amp;nbsp;a Thursday or Friday and Garden view or Ocean view??&amp;nbsp; I know....I know....you're all thinking, &amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;How the hell does one make a decision like that?&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't want to be in that situation....how do&amp;nbsp;they sleep at night?&amp;nbsp; Is it possible to make that decision??&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't even go...way to much to think about....not possible to come up with a solution. What the fuck is wrong with these two??&amp;nbsp; Are they stupid??&amp;nbsp; No, really, what's their problem??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.....I'm an asshole!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Justin's sister is getting married in Negril at the end of January and we are lucky enough to get to go and celebrate with them!!!&amp;nbsp; In the 8 years that we will have been together we have NEVER been on a trip like that before.&amp;nbsp; We went to Duluth on our honeymoon and have maybe traveled like 4 hours together....thats it!&amp;nbsp; So this is sorta like a second honeymoon for us too!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't wait for food and cocktails and the pool and the sun and the friends and family!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm soooo excited to relax and do a whole lot of nothing!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to watch the sunsets with my love and get a couples massage and get a f'in tan!!!!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE vacation tan!!&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;AM on the other hand already have a slight panic attack about leaving Mees for a WHOLE week.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what the hell I'm going to do??&amp;nbsp; Justin has been away from her for his fishing and hunting trips but the longest I've been away from her is a work day and even that is a lot to bear at some times.&amp;nbsp; Am I going to make it a whole week without her??&amp;nbsp; Is my mom going to make it a whole week with her??&amp;nbsp; I mean, we area going to be out of the country!!&amp;nbsp; Also...&amp;nbsp;remember....she is only almost 8 months old&amp;nbsp;and already a Diva bitch so imagine what kind of diva bitch she will be in another 7 months....God help my mother!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we are super excited about Becky and Jake's wedding and super excited about going on a fabulous trip with them and the rest of the fam.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'll share a beautiful photo that yours truly took of the happy couple!!!&amp;nbsp; Here is the other side of my crazy ass fam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_3SnlSGxZI/AAAAAAAAJlE/Jain1n25JXQ/s1600/BJ+1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_3SnlSGxZI/AAAAAAAAJlE/Jain1n25JXQ/s640/BJ+1_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yeah....I know....they aren't that cute at all!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Love you guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/3829791496252469793-2393355401238281104?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2393355401238281104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/decisions-decisions.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2393355401238281104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2393355401238281104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions Decisions'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_3SnlSGxZI/AAAAAAAAJlE/Jain1n25JXQ/s72-c/BJ+1_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-8344367722908220367</id><published>2010-05-26T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:29:44.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elle Belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been a extremely out of sorts the last couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; It has been very emotional and just...well...pretty f'ing blah!!!&amp;nbsp; So I apologize for all the photos but thats what you are getting again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So....we had Belle's first birthday party last Saturday and she had a blast.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;your typical first birthday party....grandparents,&amp;nbsp;685 aunts and uncles,&amp;nbsp;907 cousins...you know typical....(I'm exaggerating a tad...I tend to do that sometimes....&amp;nbsp;but combined it's a pretty big fricken fam)!!&amp;nbsp; Good food, drinks (you can't have&amp;nbsp;ANY kind of Frascone party without drinks!!!) and lots and lots of cake!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_xpdzA4MhI/AAAAAAAAJk4/6rvbXAU9GAM/s1600/041+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_xpdzA4MhI/AAAAAAAAJk4/6rvbXAU9GAM/s640/041+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_xp649vjbI/AAAAAAAAJk8/QIiZVJxBkV0/s1600/043+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_xp649vjbI/AAAAAAAAJk8/QIiZVJxBkV0/s640/043+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh....and how could I forget the purse....every girl needs a Coach!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_xqhV7JzTI/AAAAAAAAJlA/TPz90NsS9tM/s1600/026+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_xqhV7JzTI/AAAAAAAAJlA/TPz90NsS9tM/s640/026+(2).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm hoping to snap out of this writing funk here I got going on soon and figure out something to put on this here blog besides just pics of my little peeps....even though they are so f'ing cute and I know you just can't get enough of them. So stay with me....there should be something coming....at least some more swearing and pictures...you know...the things I do best!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-8344367722908220367?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8344367722908220367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesdayssort-of_26.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8344367722908220367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8344367722908220367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesdayssort-of_26.html' title='Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_xpdzA4MhI/AAAAAAAAJk4/6rvbXAU9GAM/s72-c/041+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2280347133409529027</id><published>2010-05-24T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:51:27.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Justin was out of town this weekend so it was just me and Miss Mia!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was Ella's first birthday party on Saturday out at my mom and dad's so we spent the day out there with the whole fam and hung out and drank!!&amp;nbsp; You know....what everyone does at first birthdays....drink!!!&amp;nbsp; I'll show you all some photos later this week of Miss Ella on her birthday and the most fabulous present that her Fairy Godmother got for her!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;But for now.....here is Me and Mees enjoying the beautiful afternoon out at the house!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_nVh8aA3bI/AAAAAAAAJks/HxXC6kx6M5I/s1600/006+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_nVh8aA3bI/AAAAAAAAJks/HxXC6kx6M5I/s640/006+(5).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_nWwwZUPPI/AAAAAAAAJk0/9fjfbAF1iOM/s1600/007+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_nWwwZUPPI/AAAAAAAAJk0/9fjfbAF1iOM/s640/007+(5).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_nWMp8lcsI/AAAAAAAAJkw/cxW7E5vX7-Y/s1600/008+(6).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_nWMp8lcsI/AAAAAAAAJkw/cxW7E5vX7-Y/s640/008+(6).JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Monday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2280347133409529027?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2280347133409529027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday_24.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2280347133409529027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2280347133409529027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday_24.html' title='Mommy and Me Monday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_nVh8aA3bI/AAAAAAAAJks/HxXC6kx6M5I/s72-c/006+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7926617557828923243</id><published>2010-05-21T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:16:41.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Friday's Random Randomness</title><content type='html'>I'm back for some random randomness and all the Friday fun!!&amp;nbsp; I'm going to try and not depress anyone....it's been a pretty emotional week and we could all use a little stupid!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I HATE boogers!!!&amp;nbsp; I hate them....I don't hate them like &lt;em&gt;eww gross&lt;/em&gt; hate them but I hate them as in I hate them in my nose, my munchkin's nose....pretty much anyone's nose.&amp;nbsp; I'm the god damn booger police.&amp;nbsp; You would swear I was stabbing my child with sharp object when trying to get rid of her boogs.&amp;nbsp; I pick her nose ALL the time, I pick my nose....it's necessary!!!&amp;nbsp; I HATE them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;* I am completely perplexed by traffic.&amp;nbsp; Why the hell is there stop and go traffic.....if everyone drove like they were supposed to and not like a bunch of stupid ass hats then we wouldn't have stop and go traffic.....right??&amp;nbsp; I just don't fricken get it!&lt;br /&gt;* Why do I always get stuck sitting behind the loudest lady in church??&amp;nbsp; You know the one.....the one who thinks she knows all the songs better than the priest and the one who thinks she knows all the prayers better than the priest.&amp;nbsp; The one who screws the priest up because she is saying things way&amp;nbsp;faster than everyone else.&amp;nbsp; The one you kinda want to slap up long side of the head and tell her that she should just shut her pie hole....and then pray to God for forgiveness because it's not very nice to hit&amp;nbsp;people in church!&lt;br /&gt;* Why is my child good all day at daycare and then we get her home and she turns into the biggest Ass Hole on the planet??&amp;nbsp; I can say that because I MADE HER!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She's&amp;nbsp;MY ass hole!!&lt;br /&gt;* My wonderful hubs rubs my back for me every night.&amp;nbsp; Not because he lovingly wants to but because I fuckin make him!!!&amp;nbsp; (He's reading this right now as I type and is totally shaking his head.....that better not mean he's done cuz he's got another thing comin then)!&lt;br /&gt;* My older sister used to pick me up by my head when I was little!!&amp;nbsp; And No...it wasn't like how a 4 year old picks on her 2 year old sister.&amp;nbsp; This was like a 18 year old picking up a 2 year old by the side of the head!!&amp;nbsp; Love her though.....maybe that's why I'm a little off....gotta blame someone...right?&lt;br /&gt;* I could totally go for Chinese buffet RIGHT now!!&lt;br /&gt;* I just ordered Mees five more pairs of leggings.....I seriously have a problem!&lt;br /&gt;* Lately I've been addicted to iced vanilla lattes and lately they have been addicted to MY ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;* I love McDonald's french fries....the french fries have joined forces with the lattes and&amp;nbsp;they have&amp;nbsp;conspired to&amp;nbsp;take over MY ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;* I had a slight panic attack watching the Grey's season finale....holy shit!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday to all my beautiful Peeps!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7926617557828923243?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7926617557828923243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/fridays-random-randomness.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7926617557828923243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7926617557828923243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/fridays-random-randomness.html' title='Friday&apos;s Random Randomness'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1255948433525422588</id><published>2010-05-19T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:34:05.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elle Belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the cutest little terrorist in all the land!!</title><content type='html'>Today, Elle Belle, you turn ONE!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm telling you this because I'm pretty sure that you really don't give a shit&amp;nbsp;RIGHT now but as you become older you'll understand why this milestone is of such great significance to all of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;One year ago today was the day that your mother, my sister, pushed you out her special place and swore this was her last.&amp;nbsp; One year ago today was the day that your dad was able to make it through another birth without passing out and getting exactly what he wanted....a baby girl!&amp;nbsp; One year ago today was the day that I stayed with your big brother anxiously awaiting a phone call (or sorta stalking your mom because I REALLY don't like&amp;nbsp;NOT knowing what the hell is going on).&amp;nbsp; One year ago today was the day that your Grandma got to see her THIRD grandchild be born.&amp;nbsp; One year ago today was the day that your Bumpa paced the hospital hallway so much that I'm pretty sure they needed to replace the carpet.&amp;nbsp; One year ago today was the day that Antie Deb and B also anxiously awaited a phone call to let them know when the hell you were gonna get here (we are all a little impatient when it comes to you kids)!!&amp;nbsp; One year ago today&amp;nbsp;was the day that Uncle&amp;nbsp;Justin was&amp;nbsp;NOT catching any fish.&amp;nbsp; One year ago today was the day that the world inherited the cutest little terrorist they have ever seen!&amp;nbsp; One year ago today Ella, you were brought into this world and our lives have&amp;nbsp;NEVER been the same!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_MtjCvaB7I/AAAAAAAAJkU/IT_9-gK1tSE/s1600/255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_MtjCvaB7I/AAAAAAAAJkU/IT_9-gK1tSE/s640/255.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is so much that I love about you!&lt;br /&gt;* You are COMPLETELY fearless!!&amp;nbsp; It actually scares the shit out of all of us.&amp;nbsp; If you think you can do it, YOU DO!&amp;nbsp; Such as walking down the stairs, or diving, whatever you way want to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;* You love to give kisses.&lt;br /&gt;* I love how&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;LOVE to sit in my lap.&amp;nbsp; Anytime that I'm on the floor, you back your little midget butt right up to my lap and plop!&amp;nbsp; And I LOVE how you reach for me....even when you are with your mama....thats because you like me THE BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;* You have a contagious smile and the faces that you make are priceless!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_MwQ-N9f5I/AAAAAAAAJkY/roXGNJ0vK60/s1600/263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_MwQ-N9f5I/AAAAAAAAJkY/roXGNJ0vK60/s640/263.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You try so hard to keep up with your brother and you actually do....you were walking at 10 months and haven't stopped since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You are hilarious!!!&amp;nbsp; Fricken hilarious!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* You LOVE to dance!&amp;nbsp; You do this thing with your right leg where you stomp it on the ground and and totally go to town. I've seen you dance for cookies (kinda like a stripper dances for money ....we'll have to keep an eye on that)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* There is a possibility that you've had some minor head injuries because of your brother shoving you over and you hitting your head on the floor numerous times a day....your mom wanted to get you a helmet and I told her if she did I would beat the shit out of her with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* There is also a good possibility that once you get a little bigger you are going to freak out on your brother and just clock him one!&amp;nbsp; He better watch out because&amp;nbsp;YOU ARE A BEAST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* I love how much you love Mia and Carter.&amp;nbsp; It is so much fun to watch the three of you together.&amp;nbsp; It sometimes makes me want to cry because you&amp;nbsp;three are always going to have each other and that makes my heart happy plus your Antie (me) is a little emotional at times and I tend to cry.... A LOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_MyhvF8D7I/AAAAAAAAJkc/X2SWjqpG2PM/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_MyhvF8D7I/AAAAAAAAJkc/X2SWjqpG2PM/s640/057.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Oh...how could I forget....you LOVE FOOD!!&amp;nbsp; You will sit under the table and wait for Carter's food to fall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You love your snacks and if you don't get fed fast enough you yell!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You LOVE cottage cheese and would eat only that if you could.&amp;nbsp; You haven't eaten "baby" food in months....because....well... why would you eat that shit when there are so many better things out there to eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* I swear that you can say words....or sentences....or something that sounds like words and sentences!&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure we've all heard them come out of your mouth...we look at each other and ask if we all heard the same thing and we do. I'm pretty sure you are border line genius....come to think of it so is Carter and Mia......it must be something in the Frascone girls' DNA!&amp;nbsp; Your mom and I grateful that we were able to pass that "genius" trait down to you kids....you'd be totally screwed otherwise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_M0yneQNWI/AAAAAAAAJkg/BpyUlcUD5Nc/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_M0yneQNWI/AAAAAAAAJkg/BpyUlcUD5Nc/s640/052.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to my beautiful little Elle Belle Boo!! Antie loves you very much and can't wait to see what this next year brings us!! Hopefully no acts of terrorism!! Your mom is young....don't give her grey hair yet!!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Fairy Godmother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1255948433525422588?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1255948433525422588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-cutest-little.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1255948433525422588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1255948433525422588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-cutest-little.html' title='Happy Birthday to the cutest little terrorist in all the land!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_MtjCvaB7I/AAAAAAAAJkU/IT_9-gK1tSE/s72-c/255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7000452281065308713</id><published>2010-05-17T07:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:28:59.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday....Special Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This weeks Mommy and Me Monday is a little different and bittersweat for me.&amp;nbsp; I have a fabulous photo of Mees and I from this week playing in the living room.&amp;nbsp; She is just way too cute not to put pics up of her AT ALL TIMES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_B_i36KeXI/AAAAAAAAJjk/rHe5Vg8dL8I/s1600/016+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_B_i36KeXI/AAAAAAAAJjk/rHe5Vg8dL8I/s640/016+(2).JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_B_3M0KhnI/AAAAAAAAJjo/xoJYc2wRUiw/s1600/009+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_B_3M0KhnI/AAAAAAAAJjo/xoJYc2wRUiw/s640/009+(4).JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_CAHfhZVjI/AAAAAAAAJjw/XPZhOL3UP_w/s1600/012+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_CAHfhZVjI/AAAAAAAAJjw/XPZhOL3UP_w/s640/012+(3).JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On top of MY mommy and me photos, I'm going to add one more. This weekend has been...well....pretty&amp;nbsp;shitty.&amp;nbsp; Maryah passed away on Saturday morning after a long hard battle with cancer (that nasty ass C word). My heart aches for her and for HER mom. There really are NO words.&amp;nbsp; What do you say to someone who has lost a child? There are no words of comfort and there is no way that anyone could even&amp;nbsp; begin to imagine what that must feel like unless you have been in that situation. &lt;br /&gt;We know that she is finally at peace and in the arms of the Lord but nontheless&amp;nbsp;it SUCKS!!&amp;nbsp; So for Rach and Ry I'm adding a Mommy and Me photo for the two of you. Rachel, I know that your heart is broken and will never be whole again but know that she is still with you ALL the time! I feel honored that you shared your beautiful daughter with the world....she has definitely left her footprint on my heart.&amp;nbsp; I miss her and will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_CCWsk3kEI/AAAAAAAAJj0/-gP7wLJWgiE/s1600/Random+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_CCWsk3kEI/AAAAAAAAJj0/-gP7wLJWgiE/s640/Random+017.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm reminding you all again.....get as many mommy and me photos that you can.....you never know when it may be your last.&amp;nbsp; Hug and kiss your babies as much as you&amp;nbsp;can.....you never know when it will be your last.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tell them you love them and try your hardest not to take ANYTHING for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7000452281065308713?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7000452281065308713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-mondayspecial-edition.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7000452281065308713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7000452281065308713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-mondayspecial-edition.html' title='Mommy and Me Monday....Special Edition'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S_B_i36KeXI/AAAAAAAAJjk/rHe5Vg8dL8I/s72-c/016+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5989015952139303129</id><published>2010-05-14T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:14:51.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky shit'/><title type='text'>Dear Ry</title><content type='html'>Dear Maryah,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I think&amp;nbsp;you are an amazing young woman.&amp;nbsp; You have inspired&amp;nbsp;ME to be a better person.&amp;nbsp; Although I&amp;nbsp;don't always follow through&amp;nbsp;on the whole being a better person thing because I can be a nasty bitch sometimes (I DO have good intentions...most of the time)!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feel honored that you have let me be a part of your life for the last 6 years.&amp;nbsp; You are a one of kind, beautifully special young lady who has so much more wisdom than I could ever dream of.&lt;br /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/SKTVYVo4jrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/K4BDQJdjzjg/s1600/May%203,%202008%20221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/SKTVYVo4jrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/K4BDQJdjzjg/s640/May%203,%202008%20221.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/SKTW6i4SK3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/83LZdW5OCBk/s1600/May%203,%202008%20045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/SKTW6i4SK3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/83LZdW5OCBk/s640/May%203,%202008%20045.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that cancer fucking SUCKS....it SUCKS real fucking bad.&amp;nbsp; Sorry I said fuck....I know&amp;nbsp;we've used that word once or twice.....it just speaks the truth and is powerful when talking about this nasty thing!&amp;nbsp; I hate that you have had to endure this battle at such a young age.&amp;nbsp; I hate that you have not been able to be a "normal" teenager.&amp;nbsp; I hate that you have not gotten to experience certain things that every young adult should.&amp;nbsp; I hate that this beast has consumed your body.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I know that you don't look at it this way and again that proves just how amazing you truly are.&amp;nbsp; You are a much better person than I.&amp;nbsp; You are one of the most beautiful people I've ever met...inside and out.&amp;nbsp; I just hope that you know how much you are loved and how much you are going to be missed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You have taught me to live each day to the fullest and to never take anything or anyone for granted because you never know what the next day holds.&amp;nbsp; You have reminded me to kiss my munchkin as much as I can and tell her that I love her as much as I can because.... you just never know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I want you to know is that I'm going to miss the hell out of you!&amp;nbsp; I know that you will be with all of us.&amp;nbsp; I know that you will be watching over everyone with that sparkle in your eye and a smile on your face.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I love you very much and only hope that you will find peace and comfort on your journey home.&amp;nbsp; It is not the end nor is it the last time that we see each other.&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;br /&gt;~Antie Nik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5989015952139303129?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5989015952139303129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-ry.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5989015952139303129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5989015952139303129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-ry.html' title='Dear Ry'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/SKTVYVo4jrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/K4BDQJdjzjg/s72-c/May%203,%202008%20221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1966739876687538397</id><published>2010-05-13T07:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:00:22.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crawling'/><title type='text'>Oh Shit...She's Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So....there have been some developments these last few days.&amp;nbsp; Our daughter...Mia...you know, the cute one with big eyes and perfect lips....yeah she has decided that she is a big girl now and has started crawling!&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry but I did not ok this milestone quite yet....I think she is a little too young for such big girl things and frankly...mommy aint ready for this shit!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;Let me just say that my little munchkin.....well....she's a whole truck load of crazy!!!&amp;nbsp; Her tiny little ass is into EVERYTHING already.&amp;nbsp; Oh I know...yall are saying...&lt;em&gt;Just wait, it's only the beginning, you ain't seen nothing yet, blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;.....see, I know this....but she's my first so just let me freak a little!&amp;nbsp; I'm totally allowed to do that...right???&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought instead of a pic today I would post a little video of my little Mees scooting her little self across the floor.&amp;nbsp; We bribe and coherce her with things like the phone and remotes...you know....all the stuff that she shouldn't play with but wants to play with and if she doesn't play with it then she screams...yeah that stuff!&amp;nbsp; I know you are all like...&lt;em&gt;oh great....not only does she overload us with photos of her child, now we get real live videos of her child....SWEET....I can hardly wait!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I knew that you guys&amp;nbsp;were totally waiting for a video...&amp;nbsp;so thats why you all get the pleasure of viewing it!!&amp;nbsp; So....you are just gonna have to deal because she's mine and she's a genius....she totally takes after her mother...so WHATEV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Video disclaimer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Please ignore the weird man (Justin) reading Dr Seuss in the background.&amp;nbsp; I'm not really sure who the hell he was reading to but Mees and I weren't listenin.....but he just kept on reading....I think I may have told him to shut it but he don't listen!&amp;nbsp; Just think of it as background obnoxiousness!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;Another disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;My voice is NO better!!&amp;nbsp; Don't you just hate when you hear yourself on tape....I HATE it!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Especially when you totally get caught telling the&amp;nbsp;hubs to shut his pie hole!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQfw-junntM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQfw-junntM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1966739876687538397?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1966739876687538397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-shitshes-mobile.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1966739876687538397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1966739876687538397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-shitshes-mobile.html' title='Oh Shit...She&apos;s Mobile'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-7217057030501195360</id><published>2010-05-12T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:06:36.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Sissy</title><content type='html'>24 years ago today my entire spoiled...perfect...little ME world was completely turned upside down!&amp;nbsp; 24 years ago today.....Natalie came into my world!&amp;nbsp; Not something that I was too thrilled about at first but I couldn't imagine growing up without her.&amp;nbsp; I love that I have sisters!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My sisters fuckin rock!!&amp;nbsp; Yeah thats right...fuckin ROCK!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-YiICXrwFI/AAAAAAAAJis/u6PRywnhclM/s1600/scan0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-YiICXrwFI/AAAAAAAAJis/u6PRywnhclM/s640/scan0006.jpg" tt="true" width="627" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-YjKZb5V4I/AAAAAAAAJiw/S-gI9yUVds4/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-YjKZb5V4I/AAAAAAAAJiw/S-gI9yUVds4/s640/scan0001.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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She is well beyond her years and is amazing in so many ways.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;is an amazing mother to two beautiful&amp;nbsp;children who I love like my own.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've learned so much from her about motherhood and life in general&amp;nbsp;and I&amp;nbsp;truly don't know how I would&amp;nbsp;have gotten through the first few months of being a new mom if it weren't for her.&amp;nbsp; She is an amazing sister who I look to for so much.&amp;nbsp; I'm probably a little too dependent on her....oh well....I'm needy....she knows it....and she knows how to deal with my crazy ass!!!&amp;nbsp; (She smacks me around sometimes....that bitch has always been able to kick my ass).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She inspires me to be a better&amp;nbsp;wife,&amp;nbsp;mother, sister, daughter and friend.&amp;nbsp; She is beautiful inside and out!&amp;nbsp; Not only is she my sister but she's my best friend.&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-cIXKzOuHI/AAAAAAAAJi8/G3Nekaadif0/s1600/NN1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-cIXKzOuHI/AAAAAAAAJi8/G3Nekaadif0/s640/NN1_edited-1.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-oCYhiC44I/AAAAAAAAJjY/4TjVDv1Blks/s1600/NN2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-oCYhiC44I/AAAAAAAAJjY/4TjVDv1Blks/s640/NN2.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday Nattie!!!&amp;nbsp; I love you and hope you have a fabulously special day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-7217057030501195360?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7217057030501195360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-little-sissy.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7217057030501195360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/7217057030501195360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-little-sissy.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Sissy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-YiICXrwFI/AAAAAAAAJis/u6PRywnhclM/s72-c/scan0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5411992965480382586</id><published>2010-05-10T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:33:40.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday</title><content type='html'>This last Saturday&amp;nbsp;we had Mia baptised/dedicated.&amp;nbsp; We had the ceremony outside at my mom and dad's house.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't the greatest weather but nonetheless it was a beautiful day spent with the people closest to us.&amp;nbsp; My mommy and me picture this week also has daddy in it....I ok'd it just for this week....only because Mees looks so fricken cute and so Little House on the Prairieish.&amp;nbsp; I let Justin know though,&amp;nbsp;that this was a one time thing only.&amp;nbsp; So don't get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-crTIYoagI/AAAAAAAAJjM/fSF0TCI3l-A/s1600/NJ1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-crTIYoagI/AAAAAAAAJjM/fSF0TCI3l-A/s640/NJ1_edited-1.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-crvJBecWI/AAAAAAAAJjU/zwXZKA0H6fg/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-crvJBecWI/AAAAAAAAJjU/zwXZKA0H6fg/s640/027.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her baptismal gown was mine when I was baptised.&amp;nbsp; Pretty fricken cool if ya ask me!&amp;nbsp; Not cool that it's almost 30 years old but whatev!&amp;nbsp; Oh and she wasn't all that excited about the pics at this point....we were having a Diva/Ass hole moment!&amp;nbsp; She is just so damn cute though that I let it slide....aren't I nice??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5411992965480382586?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5411992965480382586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday_10.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5411992965480382586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5411992965480382586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday_10.html' title='Mommy and Me Monday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-crTIYoagI/AAAAAAAAJjM/fSF0TCI3l-A/s72-c/NJ1_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-2233988174378239305</id><published>2010-05-07T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:02:12.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 months'/><title type='text'>The 7th Month</title><content type='html'>Today, my beautiful little girl, you are 7 months old!&amp;nbsp; I seriously have no idea where the last 7 months have gone.&amp;nbsp; The time truly has flown by.&amp;nbsp; Your dad and I were just talking tonight about when you were first born and how tiny you were and how your little self would fit so snuggly on our chests.&amp;nbsp; Now, when you decide that you actually&amp;nbsp;WANT to snuggle your long little legs hang off of us and you completely cover us!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-NpkZyhOgI/AAAAAAAAJiM/hK1W66mhu_E/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-NpkZyhOgI/AAAAAAAAJiM/hK1W66mhu_E/s640/010.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Things you have accomplished and amazed us with this last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have become so much more verbal...the coos and oohs and ahhs are more frequent.&amp;nbsp; As is the YELLING!&amp;nbsp; And when I say yelling... I mean uncontrolable, baby velocirapotor kind of yelling!!&amp;nbsp; Apparently you think this will get our attention....IT DOES!!!&amp;nbsp; We really can't help but laugh...but reallly, what the hell are you doing???&amp;nbsp; The sheer volume of noise that is coming out of your mouth is incredible....there is a possibility that you will loose your voice....we'll see how that works for ya!&lt;br /&gt;* You CAN NOT sit still!!!&amp;nbsp; You stiffen your body and fling yourself about if you are unhappy with your current situation.&amp;nbsp; You've managed to escape you bumbo by doing just that....you stiffen your body and roll your little self right out.....let me tell ya Houdini....stop doing that!!!&amp;nbsp; It freaks mommy out!&amp;nbsp; You're also able to pretty much sit all by yourself.&amp;nbsp; Except for a few spills and screaming fits, you do really well!&lt;br /&gt;* You love to stand....this goes along with the not sitting still thing.&amp;nbsp; You are nosey and need to know whats going on with everyone and everything.&amp;nbsp; You aren't holding yourself up yet but you are bouncing and moving those little legs all over the place with our assistance.&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-Nw41IjynI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/pfzraGL2i90/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-Nw41IjynI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/pfzraGL2i90/s640/004.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&amp;nbsp;You roll EVERYWHERE.&amp;nbsp; We really can't leave you by yourself anywhere (not that we LEFT you before but we always have to have an eye on ya), you are a busy bee who is a moving and a groving!!&amp;nbsp; I give ya another couple of weeks and then God help us all because there is a possibility that you will be crawling!&amp;nbsp;You are already into everything so I can hardly wait to see the shit that you get into then!&lt;br /&gt;* You are starting to eat solids way more!&amp;nbsp; You seemed to be pretty picky at first but you have definitely gotten better.&amp;nbsp; You LOVE puffs!!!&amp;nbsp; And it's so cute because you put them in the side of your mouth like you are actually chewing them.&amp;nbsp; Way too cute if ya ask me!&lt;br /&gt;* You have TWO toofers!!&amp;nbsp; Yes, TWO!!!&amp;nbsp; Along with these two teeth is double the drool and double the Diva.&amp;nbsp; You are pretty well soaked in drool everyday as is mommy and daddy.&amp;nbsp; We don't really care though....sometimes I care a little when the drool runs into my mouth...but then I get over it cuz...well...what the hell...it's just drool I guess!&amp;nbsp; The Divaness has increased but thats to be expected because you ARE my child!&amp;nbsp; I have no one to blame but &lt;strike&gt;my parents&lt;/strike&gt; myself!&lt;br /&gt;* Your favorite toys are mommy's phone, the remotes, the computer and pretty much anything else that someone else has....and if we don't give it to you...well then....you SCREAM!!!&amp;nbsp; Remember the whole baby velociraptor thing...yeah...thats it!!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-NyCyI2-4I/AAAAAAAAJiY/MifqtXjYomM/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-NyCyI2-4I/AAAAAAAAJiY/MifqtXjYomM/s640/005.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* You and your two little besties (Carter and Belle) play so good with each other...sort of!!!&amp;nbsp; You are all learning to share...you guys always want what the other has and then when you do get it you want the other thing...and it's just a vicious cycle but it's so much fun to watch the three of you together...screaming and yelling and crying in each others faces!!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see you guys grow together!&lt;br /&gt;* You started swimming lessons this last month and totally love the water.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad that we started it with ya....I want you to be used to the water.&lt;br /&gt;* You have the BEST laugh.&amp;nbsp; Your dad can get you going so easily....it's probably the best noise in the whole world.&amp;nbsp; You love when we make up songs and sound like a bunch of ass holes or dance around like a bunch of ass holes....pretty much anything that we do to make us look like ass holes....you like!!!&lt;br /&gt;* For a while you had totally gotten away from the whole snuggling thing but lately you let me snuggle with ya....I LOVE it!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad that you've given that back to mommy and daddy!!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-N0PtphwzI/AAAAAAAAJig/raBiMOL5rS8/s1600/019+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-N0PtphwzI/AAAAAAAAJig/raBiMOL5rS8/s640/019+(5).JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* We were finally able to go for your first walk outside...I know.. sad... but the weather finally just started getting nice enough!&amp;nbsp; You LOVE outside!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;* You love seeing yourself in the mirror or pictures of yourself.&amp;nbsp; It makes you laugh...which makes me laugh!&amp;nbsp; I don't blame ya...I love seeing pictures of you too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this every month but you continue to amaze us and you continue to melt my heart every single day!!&amp;nbsp; You are the best thing that I've ever done and can't wait to see what this next month brings us....hopefully more cute and less Diva!!!&amp;nbsp; &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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-N1dD3mypI/AAAAAAAAJio/UauW05iozvk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-N1dD3mypI/AAAAAAAAJio/UauW05iozvk/s640/003.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love ya little munchkin!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-2233988174378239305?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2233988174378239305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/7th-month.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2233988174378239305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/2233988174378239305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/7th-month.html' title='The 7th Month'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-NpkZyhOgI/AAAAAAAAJiM/hK1W66mhu_E/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-8854003474973727426</id><published>2010-05-06T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:39:27.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bad Ass Motha</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: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just in case you were not all aware of this prior....I'm a total Bad Ass Motha!!!&amp;nbsp; Ok...Not really but I like to pretend!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I got into work this morning and checked my email and to my fabulous surprise I was honored with like 5 flippin sweet ass awards!&amp;nbsp; Me??&amp;nbsp; Awards??&amp;nbsp; Totally bad ass...right??&amp;nbsp; Well I think so!&amp;nbsp; It totally made my day...maybe even a few days....I love to know that people actually enjoy my random bull shit!!&amp;nbsp; And if they really don't...well....Suck it!!&amp;nbsp; (Remember...thats my new motto...I'm actually trying to be nicer to people)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So...the first award I got was from one of my favorite bloggers..The Truthful Mommy over at &lt;a href="http://motherhoodthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;The TRUTH about Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;....fab blog...check her out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-LviBiBdpI/AAAAAAAAJh0/LgkQyjO1MDU/s1600/OMB_award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-LviBiBdpI/AAAAAAAAJh0/LgkQyjO1MDU/s1600/OMB_award.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thanks for giving me the coolest award ever! So here are the rules;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1. Get really excited that you got the coolest award EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2. Choose ONE of the following options of accepting the OMB award:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(a) Get really drunk and blog for 15 minutes straight, or for as long as you can focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(b) Write about your most embarrassing moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(c) Write a “Soundtrack of your childhood” post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(d) Make your next blog a ‘vlog’/video blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Basically, you’re talking to the camera about whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(e) Take a picture of yourself first thing in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;before you do anything else (hair, make up, etc) and post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. Pass the award on to at least three, but preferably more, awesome bloggers as yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So...I'm super pumped about the award....and I wish I could get drunk and blog but I don't think that would be the wisest choice up there and I'm pretty sure that NO ONE wants to see me first thing in the morning...it's bad/sad enough that Justin has too!!&amp;nbsp; So we'll go with embarrassing....When Justin and I first started dating we were hanging out at his house, it was summer and I had on a pair of jeans...it was hot so I thought &lt;em&gt;hey, I'll put on a pair of his boxers (because that's what you do...you wear your boyfriends boxers for shorts or bedtime)....&lt;/em&gt;HA!&amp;nbsp; Yeah fuckin right....those damn things were like fuckin biker shorts on me....I couldn't even get the damn things over my damn thighs!&amp;nbsp; Let me just say that those things came off real quick and the jeans went right back on.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure I had a sweaty ass...but better a sweaty ass then my fat rolls busting out over&amp;nbsp;a pair of boxers....that skinny bastard!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The second award comes from a new bloggy friend that I've found...Java at &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Never Growing Old&lt;/a&gt;....totally love her too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-Ly9oXhqwI/AAAAAAAAJh4/Ai-LOMupvwk/s1600/versatile-bloggeraward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-Ly9oXhqwI/AAAAAAAAJh4/Ai-LOMupvwk/s1600/versatile-bloggeraward.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/div&gt;1. Thank the person who gave you this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2. Share 7 things about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. Pass the award along to 10 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Already thanked Miss Java!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;7 things about me....Mmmmm lets see....what can I say that won't scare anyone???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;* I'm extremely emotional....Like Extremely&lt;/div&gt;* I have a thing for good pens&lt;br /&gt;* I HATE driving on bridges&lt;br /&gt;* I have chubby fingers&lt;br /&gt;* I LOVE bags...purses, diaper bags, totes, whatever...you name it...I'll buy it!!!&lt;br /&gt;* I love vodka lemonades&lt;br /&gt;* I wear tank tops under everything...everyday...can't have on just ONE shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then I got another&amp;nbsp;couple of&amp;nbsp;awards from Jackie at &lt;a href="http://www.myperfectlittleworldblog.com/"&gt;My Perfect Little World&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The first award is the Fabulous Sugar Doll Blogger Award. The rules are you must write 10 things about yourself and share this award with 10 other bloggers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-L2VylYfUI/AAAAAAAAJh8/rEshylnNORQ/s1600/SugarDollAward.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-L2VylYfUI/AAAAAAAAJh8/rEshylnNORQ/s1600/SugarDollAward.png" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So...I wrote 7 things about myself above so I'm not going to continue to bore you all with more shit about ME...oddly...I find it difficult to think of things to say about ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The final award is the One Lovely Blog Award.&amp;nbsp; Pass it on to bloggers who deserve this award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-L3yOoJOYI/AAAAAAAAJiA/vVwpgW9duwc/s1600/one_lovely_blog_award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-L3yOoJOYI/AAAAAAAAJiA/vVwpgW9duwc/s1600/one_lovely_blog_award.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of these fab fun awards, I'm supposed to pass them all on...so here it goes....Everyone listed below gets ALL of them!!!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I hate doing this though because I have SO MANY wonderful fabulous blogs that I follow and love....So I'm going to choose 10 to pass these on too!!&amp;nbsp; If I didn't mention ya...don't hate...I still love ya....it would just take me forever to link all the blogs that I follow!!!!&amp;nbsp; Hope you all enjoy them!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abigpotofcrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Big Pot of Crazy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresofawifeandmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures of a Wife and Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alabastercow.com/"&gt;alabaster cow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/"&gt;Really, Are you Serious?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wineymommy.com/"&gt;The Winey Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sowonderfulsomarvelous.com/"&gt;{So Wonderful, So Marvelous}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://motherhoodthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;The TRUTH about Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purseblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Purse Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://completelyeclipsed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Completely Eclipsed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://debbie-debbiedoos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debbiedoos&lt;/a&gt;&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/3829791496252469793-8854003474973727426?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8854003474973727426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-ass-motha.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8854003474973727426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/8854003474973727426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-ass-motha.html' title='Bad Ass Motha'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-LviBiBdpI/AAAAAAAAJh0/LgkQyjO1MDU/s72-c/OMB_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6237693889313694988</id><published>2010-05-05T07:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:55:38.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mees'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of</title><content type='html'>Justin has school on Tuesday nights so Mees and I usually hang with Nat, Joe and the kids (our besties as we like to call them)!&amp;nbsp; Last night we were hanging out at the house and I of course was blinding the little midgets!&amp;nbsp; But when there are little midgets as cute as these three....you kind of have to blind them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DMvbmBHkI/AAAAAAAAJdw/Tf3vTuIs7Cc/s1600/kids+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DMvbmBHkI/AAAAAAAAJdw/Tf3vTuIs7Cc/s640/kids+3.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DNjO_b2II/AAAAAAAAJgA/sXvCSmRQ26U/s1600/Kids%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DNjO_b2II/AAAAAAAAJgA/sXvCSmRQ26U/s640/Kids%202.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DNkmGCJ_I/AAAAAAAAJgE/6naujqNKaQs/s1600/002%20(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DNkmGCJ_I/AAAAAAAAJgE/6naujqNKaQs/s640/002%20(3).jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DNlv0iFnI/AAAAAAAAJgI/AWNvbV-9-ag/s1600/004%20(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DNlv0iFnI/AAAAAAAAJgI/AWNvbV-9-ag/s640/004%20(3).jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you totally dig Mees bald spot??&amp;nbsp; I try to do the comb over action but it doesn't really seem to work in the back.&amp;nbsp;&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;It's amazing how three little people can completey change an entire family. They truly do complete us! Sounds a little Jerry Maguireish but I don't really give a shit (P.S. I can't stand Tom Cruise but it's a good fricken movie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-6237693889313694988?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6237693889313694988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesdayssort-of.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6237693889313694988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6237693889313694988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesdayssort-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesdays.....Sort of'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S-DMvbmBHkI/AAAAAAAAJdw/Tf3vTuIs7Cc/s72-c/kids+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-649283336648503454</id><published>2010-05-04T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:27:04.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>2 Whole Big Years of Wedded Bliss</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Justin and I celebrated our 2 year wedding anniversary!!!&amp;nbsp; (Or as some like to remember it...the night of 18 squad cars) &amp;nbsp;Yea for us!!!&amp;nbsp; When I look back at it, minus the mace and madness, it seems like forever ago.&amp;nbsp; I'm thrilled that the hubs hasn't slapped the crazy out of me just yet!&amp;nbsp; (My sister in her speech reminded him that I'm not returnable.....whatever the hell that means).&amp;nbsp; But then again, he knew all of this prior to saying &lt;em&gt;I do, &lt;/em&gt;so really,&amp;nbsp;HE is the crazy one!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I truley am a lucky lady though....he is an amazing husband and an amazing father!&amp;nbsp; I whole heartedly believe that we were made for each....because I really don't know who else would want to deal with our shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We usually do Sushi for our anniversary dinners but this year we decided on something different.....Japanese Teppanyaki....yeah, I know, big stretch from sushi!!&amp;nbsp; But it is some serious good eats!!&amp;nbsp; If you haven't been to a Japanese steak house I highly recommend it.....I probably don't need to eat for like 3 days though&amp;nbsp;because I'll probably still be in a food coma!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9915HR_yxI/AAAAAAAAJc8/3WIFSyyQyH4/s1600/007+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9915HR_yxI/AAAAAAAAJc8/3WIFSyyQyH4/s320/007+(2).JPG" tt="true" 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 usual self portrait that we love to take!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S992HRsMpUI/AAAAAAAAJdA/B_EOTTqikLE/s1600/008%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S992HRsMpUI/AAAAAAAAJdA/B_EOTTqikLE/s320/008%20(2).JPG" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our delicious dinner being cooked....fried rice and shrimp sauce....seriously...it's the shit!&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S992cVY_P7I/AAAAAAAAJdE/OyDRPbOLtGQ/s1600/009+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S992cVY_P7I/AAAAAAAAJdE/OyDRPbOLtGQ/s320/009+(2).JPG" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though I'm still full....it looks mouth watering fantastic!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S993QtxOhiI/AAAAAAAAJdg/ouokmjKpZWg/s1600/010%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S993QtxOhiI/AAAAAAAAJdg/ouokmjKpZWg/s320/010%20(2).JPG" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a fabulous dinner with great food and wonderful conversation. It's so nice for the two of us to get out for just a couple hours and pretend that we are REAL people. It really reminds the both of us how necessary it is to take the time for us and reminds us of why we got married in the first place!!!&amp;nbsp; We ACTUALLY do love each other and like spending time with each other.....and there is a little (just a little) more to our lives than poopy diapers and drool!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-649283336648503454?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/649283336648503454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-whole-big-years-of-wedded-bliss.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/649283336648503454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/649283336648503454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-whole-big-years-of-wedded-bliss.html' title='2 Whole Big Years of Wedded Bliss'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9915HR_yxI/AAAAAAAAJc8/3WIFSyyQyH4/s72-c/007+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-5236441935712743677</id><published>2010-05-03T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:16:48.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy and me'/><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Monday</title><content type='html'>Ok....so I bought this Hugamonkey sling thing-a-majig thinking that &lt;em&gt;of course I need this...why wouldn't I need this....Mia for sure needs to be carried around in this.....this is a great idea for us!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Ok...so I might have been wrong.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure Mia would have a fuckin cow if I tried to keep her in this thing for more than a few pictures....and thats what we did tonight a few pics and threw that thingy back in the closet!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I look like a total ASS HAT and probably shouldn't attempt a sling thing-a-majig anytime soon!!!&amp;nbsp; Mia&amp;nbsp;DID think it was kinda funny though!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S94UQxwwOwI/AAAAAAAAJck/JLBK44Xn3Qk/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S94UQxwwOwI/AAAAAAAAJck/JLBK44Xn3Qk/s320/012.JPG" tt="true" 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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S94UaYmg5aI/AAAAAAAAJcs/VWORSFeOWh8/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S94UaYmg5aI/AAAAAAAAJcs/VWORSFeOWh8/s320/013.JPG" tt="true" 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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S94UlEiUJyI/AAAAAAAAJc0/PygRuVYBWmE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S94UlEiUJyI/AAAAAAAAJc0/PygRuVYBWmE/s320/014.JPG" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told ya....ASS HAT!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A quick note too....my grab button is fixed now so please feel free to grab me!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2010/02/mommy-and-me.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?" src="http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr55/krizzydesigns/Really%20Are%20You%20Serious/mommy-and-me-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Krystyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-5236441935712743677?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5236441935712743677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5236441935712743677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/5236441935712743677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-and-me-monday.html' title='Mommy and Me Monday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S94UQxwwOwI/AAAAAAAAJck/JLBK44Xn3Qk/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-6573714711240184469</id><published>2010-05-02T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:59:02.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Legs'/><title type='text'>Baby Legs Anyone??</title><content type='html'>Ever since Mia has been born, I've acquired a &lt;strike&gt;obnoxious&lt;/strike&gt; slight obsession (weird...I know....I have another obsession of some sort.&amp;nbsp; I promise that I am sorta kinda normal!!!) with online shopping for sweet ass...EXTREMELY necessary baby goodies!!!&amp;nbsp; You can link back to &lt;a href="http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/addiction.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to find out where this "addiction" started!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, one of the things that I found that I love are Baby Leg leg warmers.&amp;nbsp; They are fricken adorable and I'm pretty sure that Mees has about 10 pairs!!!&amp;nbsp; I seriously can't stop buying them.&amp;nbsp; So today as I was going through all my bloggin buddies posts I came across one that I couldn't NOT read.&amp;nbsp;The &lt;a href="http://aliasblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-little-legs-review-coupon-code.html"&gt;Messy Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was doing a review of some little leg warmers....these were not the brand that I usually buy so, I, of course was interested and checked out the website......bad idea!!!!&amp;nbsp; Yep....I just ordered like 5 more fricken pairs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Justin informed me that once she gets older she's probably going to look at pictures and ask me why the hell I made her wear these things!!&amp;nbsp; You know what.....I don't give a shit.....if I could wear them and not look like a complete jack ass....I WOULD!!!&amp;nbsp; So therefore Mees, you ARE wearing them and you WILL like it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zx0ltHEmI/AAAAAAAAJcA/hAGt_IdLX0w/s1600/013+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zx0ltHEmI/AAAAAAAAJcA/hAGt_IdLX0w/s320/013+(5).JPG" tt="true" width="213" /&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/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zylNm84YI/AAAAAAAAJcI/9dOafFYM2kA/s1600/011+(6).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zylNm84YI/AAAAAAAAJcI/9dOafFYM2kA/s320/011+(6).JPG" tt="true" 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/3829791496252469793-6573714711240184469?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6573714711240184469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-legs-anyone.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6573714711240184469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/6573714711240184469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-legs-anyone.html' title='Baby Legs Anyone??'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zx0ltHEmI/AAAAAAAAJcA/hAGt_IdLX0w/s72-c/013+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-1704996186179666286</id><published>2010-04-30T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:05:19.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>More Random Whatnots!</title><content type='html'>TA-DA!!!!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE my new blog!!!&amp;nbsp; Diana did a fabulous job and am so excited about it!!!!&amp;nbsp; Isn't it pretty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knows me&amp;nbsp;AND my family for that matter, know that we can be pretty random!!&amp;nbsp; I've told ya'll this before so I won't ramble on about all THAT craziness.&amp;nbsp; So once again here is some of the random shit that goes through my random ass brain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love when Mees snuggles and touches my face, trying to figure me out....I especially love it when she trys to rip my fucking nose off of my face because apparently it's not&amp;nbsp;REALLY supposed to be attached and.... yes....it is pretty funny when mommy sheds a few tears&amp;nbsp;because she thinks that maybe her nose just might come off!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh and P.S. I might, might, have a few bald spots because, apparently, to babies, it's a sweet ass new look for moms!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could live in my comfy pants....I totally would!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start to panic a little if there isn't at least 3 cans of formula in the cupboard and 2 boxes of diapers in the closet....I know....I have a &lt;strike&gt;ton&lt;/strike&gt; couple of issues!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In highschool, my eyebrows were...well...not ok.&amp;nbsp; It looked like I had 2 fuckin catepillars above my eyes.&amp;nbsp; No one bothered to tell me that this was not acceptable until I worked in a salon for a couple of months my senior year&amp;nbsp;and one of the ladies decided it was necessary that she wax those suckers right off.&amp;nbsp; She changed my life and my face!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally bought my first pair of shorts in probably 8 years the other day.&amp;nbsp; I DON'T wear shorts, so we'll see if these stay in the drawer with the tags on or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My most favorite television show of all time is Friends!!!&amp;nbsp; It is the BEST show ever.&amp;nbsp; Justin and I could probably recite the entire 10 seasons for you!!&amp;nbsp; I know....you all kinda want us to!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I enjoy myself a little old school rap.....a little Snoop, Dre, Lil Troy (Wanna be a baller....you know you all love that tune).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we (Natalie, Sabrina and Me) were younger, Nat and I constantly tried to "toughen" B up, since she was the only child my sister decided to birth and we were pretty much her "sisters".&amp;nbsp; Well, one day, we thought&amp;nbsp;lets tie&amp;nbsp;her to a chair, shove a sock in her mouth and shut her in a dark room by herself.&amp;nbsp; Yeah....big sissy....not too happy with her little sissys.&amp;nbsp; Apparently thats not the way to toughen somebody up.&amp;nbsp; Could have fooled Nat and I!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to make Nat and B bob for jewelry in a big tupperware bowl.....I'm seriously laughing out loud at myself right now because of how ridiculous this sounds and how fuckin funny it really is!!!&amp;nbsp; Just picture a 5 and 6 year old dunkin their whole head into a giant yellow bowl full of water to retrieve some stupid plastic jewelry!!!&amp;nbsp; Man the shit you do to entertain yourself when you are young!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely LOVE when the hubs wears his baseball caps backwards!!&amp;nbsp; For some reason it just really does it for me!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.middayescapades.com/search/label/Friday%20Follow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Follow" src="http://blogrockmaryrc.com/followfriday01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829791496252469793-1704996186179666286?l=westbrockblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1704996186179666286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-random-whatnots.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1704996186179666286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829791496252469793/posts/default/1704996186179666286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westbrockblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-random-whatnots.html' title='More Random Whatnots!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17203421653493336228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2cruHvuzvc/S9zSYuEoYPI/AAAAAAAAJbg/VNvRasUKrNU/S220/022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829791496252469793.post-3553009514792891411</id><published>2010-04-29T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:28:41.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coach'/><title type='text'>Coachaholic???</title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody, I'm Nikki and I am a Coachaholic!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone:&amp;nbsp; Hello Nikki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a possibility that I have a slight to moderate problem with purses...well bags in general I guess!&amp;nbsp; Coach to be even more specific. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure where this love of fine leather and beautiful craftsmanship came from, but one day, it was just there!&amp;nbsp; And unfortunately for the hubs....it doesn't seem to be going anywhere!&amp;nbsp; I can't help it....they are a weakness....it's like my drug.....I love getting a new one and feel fricken fabulous when I do!!&amp;nbsp; I know I'm sad but whatever....thats just how I roll I guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year for my birthday I asked everyone to give me money so I could buy myself a new purse because once Mia came I wasn't going to be able to splurge on myself because I was going to have a baby and people with babies don't get to do anything anymore or get anything for themselves....EVER AGAIN....&amp;nbsp;and I needed one last fabulous bag that would last me a while!&amp;nbsp; So I got a beautiful cream colored&amp;nbsp;Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on maternity leave for 3 months and then went back to a new position at work.&amp;nbsp; After a couple weeks back at work I ended ba
