tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16724053632809722682024-02-21T07:13:52.756-08:00Rocking The Mini-VanLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-18594464474170651332010-07-28T07:26:00.000-07:002010-07-28T07:26:00.159-07:00Wordless Wednesdays<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">Black Mail</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Hubs and I celebrated our wedding anniversary this past weekend by taking a trip to Tunica, MS with some friends. We stayed in a really nice casino hotel, the Horseshoe. By far the favorite part of the trip (except just spending time Paula Deens Buffet located inside Harrahs Casino. If you live anywhere close to Tunica, it is so worth the drive. It was 100x better than her restaurant in Savannah. There was so much food we ate until we were almost sick. Every recipe she has ever made on her show just about was on a buffet. So Paula Deens Buffet is a must and we will be coming back.<br />
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This was Hubs and mines first time to a casino and for gambling period. Oh boy was it an experience! We took $50 a piece and that was all we were going to spend. Well that lasted for a couple of hours bc all we knew how to play was the slots and we were to scared to play anything higher than the nickel slots. But seriously we spent $100 and had nothing to show for it. <br />
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There were people there dropping 1000's of dollars and losing it. We were just amazed that people can blow that much money. I need to be doing what those people are doing bc I have lots of better things that I could do with my money. The other thing that amazed us was the amount of handicapped and elderly people there. I mean everywhere you looked there was walkers and wheelchairs. I think that if you have to have a walker then you dont need to be at a casino blowing lots of money. Just my opinion.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-7147653750410554532010-07-26T07:59:00.000-07:002010-07-26T07:59:32.948-07:00Getting to Know You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynoql_0MbLYhLy3yBwN36SPcfgbr3DkQxK2R3xagEDFQRyPAVu8crEYSYtLA3v7atdQMkgL2LbDZmxxgU6fcKg-bwrhDjpVmw_UHjiH_e_2JWHgGkQ9LIiSxQXPKCbG9Jgs0uWtshZlc/s1600/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynoql_0MbLYhLy3yBwN36SPcfgbr3DkQxK2R3xagEDFQRyPAVu8crEYSYtLA3v7atdQMkgL2LbDZmxxgU6fcKg-bwrhDjpVmw_UHjiH_e_2JWHgGkQ9LIiSxQXPKCbG9Jgs0uWtshZlc/s320/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>1. Thong or Granny Panties?</strong> Well lets see b4 I had Boppers it was nothing but thongs but now that I have a mommy gut, I wouldnt say granny panties but boy shorts</div><strong>2. If you see a guy with his fly down, do you tell him?</strong> only if its my hubs bc I dont need to be looking at any other guys crotch<br />
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<strong>3. Spanx or no Spanx?</strong> I just bought my first pair of Spanx and umm yea they are amazing.<br />
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<strong>4. Do you sleep in your sheets? </strong>Yes I do, Jersey Knit to be exact<br />
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<strong>5. What is your favorite Disney character?</strong> Iwould have to say mini mouse<br />
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<strong>6. Dream vacation spot?</strong> I would love to go to the Bahamas to one of those all inclusive resorts<br />
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<strong>7. What is your dream job?</strong> Stay at home mom<br />
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<strong>8. Who is your hero and why? </strong>Believe it or not, I dont really have a hero. Lots of people to look up to but no one that I would just say was my hero.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-73589957659813398082010-07-24T07:21:00.000-07:002010-07-24T07:21:00.492-07:00My letter to SuperNannyDear Super Nanny, <br />
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I just want to let you know that your back to bed method doesnt work. I have tried it for a week now and still no success. I have done exactly what you said to do and still no sleeping thru the night in his big boy bed. I mean how many times does it take bc on the show after like an hour the kids are snoozing away in their own bed. <br />
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Last night after sitting with my back to him and not acknowledging his screams he finally fell asleep (after 45 min of crying) at 8:45 pm. He then slept till about 1am so I told him it was bedtime and escorted him back to his room where once again I would sit with my back to him as he screamed for 30 min b4 konking out. I tip toe back to my bed and as soon as my eyes shut, I hear his door open and screams coming from his room. So once again I repeat the process. Same thing happens again and by this time its like 2:30 in the morning and mommy is pooped (daddy is no help bc he has to work he says...ughh dont get me started). Once again I repeat the process without saying a word to him this time. I mean seriously doesnt everybody know 3rd times a charm so its gonna work this time, right??? 3:15 I once again hear screams coming from his room and this time here he comes into our room. By this point I am begging him to go lay in his bed. Doesnt work so I take him by the hand back to his room. This time Im not sure who fell asleep first me or him. I woke up in the floor and it is almost 5am. So I creep back to my bed and try to sleep. Hubs alarm goes off at 5:50. By 6 here comes Bopper back to our room screaming. <br />
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So Super Nanny what do you think about your dumb back to bed method now, yep it doesnt work. I think you need to come to my house and try to make up a new method. <br />
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Thanks, <br />
A Very sleepy MomLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-91369823979528704812010-07-23T06:33:00.000-07:002010-07-23T06:33:52.688-07:00Party Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWHgr-S2dt-e7t2rikJYc0_mv3ktOuz8ozoZrTNvm2NfKJ6u-JDA4Y7sniYwIeZ1psid73OlJwaCzmaCDV-zQVoME1Vrb9FILCqtwSzwvRXOJYAaoPJ4yn5y56um08xUX7UWjAY2xvtg/s1600/DSC01470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWHgr-S2dt-e7t2rikJYc0_mv3ktOuz8ozoZrTNvm2NfKJ6u-JDA4Y7sniYwIeZ1psid73OlJwaCzmaCDV-zQVoME1Vrb9FILCqtwSzwvRXOJYAaoPJ4yn5y56um08xUX7UWjAY2xvtg/s320/DSC01470.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Birthday Boy (he was so excited about the balloons)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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So the past 2 days we have spent trying to remove all the balloons, streamers and cupcake crumbs from the floors. Oh and trying to recover our brains from John Deere overload. <br />
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But the main thing is that Boppers had a blast. He was so excited to have all his friends over. (this was the first party he has had that we invited other little ones) He loved all the gifts and did his new excited squeal with everything he opened. He got lots of tractors and "dump dumps" (bop language for construction equipment). Luckily we only had to return 2 gifts but I did re-gift one of the doubles he got. lol<br />
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Lots of pictures to come tommorow for my wordless wednesday post.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-30304005432283235272010-07-16T11:51:00.000-07:002010-07-16T11:51:00.313-07:00Writers blockSo today I am having a major writers block. I start typing a post, then i re-read it and it sounds like crap so hello delete. Right now we have a lot going on bc well July is a big month for us. We moved into our new home last July, Boppers bday is in July, and on the 28th hubby and I have been married for 3 years. See told ya, July is a good month for us lol<br />
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Today we are getting ready for the big party tommorow. Finishing up cleaning the house, getting the decorations ready, etc. I need to tie a string on my finger so I remember to take lots of pics tommorow. Bc these are the moments that I hope to preserve forever. <br />
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Ok now I am rambling so I will stop typing and get back to cleaning. I promise lots of pics to go up Sunday!!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-65392771752809363452010-07-15T08:44:00.000-07:002010-07-15T08:44:00.347-07:00Today my Baby turns 2!Sorry for another pic post but we have a special day planned for Boppers 2nd bday today. It is hard to believe that my baby is 2 today. I have enjoyed every milestone and I look forward to the next ones. <br />
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I told him well are you a baby too bc you poop in your pants. He said "Bop Baby, Myles baby" Now the best part is refuses to wear a pull up and asks for a diaper bc he is a baby. <br />
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I was like great, he usually does so good in his pull up. The other child is almost 3 so they are fixing to start potty training with him but right now he is still in diapers. So Bop has alread succumb to the peer pressure of an older child and wants to be like him. Oh me, he trys to be so grown up even though he isnt even 2 yet. Where did my baby go??Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-78806884810088979802010-07-12T11:39:00.000-07:002010-07-12T11:39:47.055-07:001st Annual Blog Bash<center><a href="http://www.notyouraverageteen.com/2010/06/would-you-participate.html"><img alt="Blog Bash" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af357/PhotosByBC/BlogBashButtonPink.png" /></a></center><br />
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Hey Ya'll!<br />
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Welcome to Rocking the MiniVan! Thanks to <a href="http://www.notyouraverageteen.com/2010/07/blog-bash-prep-rules.html">Not Your Average Teen</a> for puttin on this great Blog Bash! I am a young mother to an almost 2 year old and a wife to a great man. I blog about lots of things going on in our crazy lives such as party planning, my off the wall family and friends, my sons allergies and asthma, and as you can imagine all the crazy things my 2 year old gets into and says. I look forward to meeting and finding some new great blogs.<br />
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1. Why do you blog? I blog bc it is a great way to talk with other people who are going thru the same trials and exciting things that I am going through. It is also like a giant support group.<br />
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2. What do you blog about? As I said earlier, I blog on a wide range of things from allergies and asthma to cute things my lil guy does.<br />
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3. What do you find is the greatest reward of blogging? I would have to say my mommy support group aka my bloggy friends.<br />
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4. How long have you been blogging? I havent been blogging long, just since March. So I am a newbie lol<br />
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5. Story behing my blog title. I am only 26 with one child and I drive a minivan. My friends all gave me a hard time when I turned down a Tahoe for my Dodge Grand Caravan. Until they saw all the great space and such good gas mileage. So they kidded me that I was rocking the minivan.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-135724803350159652010-07-10T20:49:00.000-07:002010-07-10T20:49:35.832-07:00Party Planning Week has begun..So this is the big week that Bop turns the big 2!! So everything is ordered, and invite are sent out. Now its on to deep cleaning our house b4 30 someodd people arrive this coming Saturday for the dirt bash. I wanted to have it strictly outside so that way I didnt have to worry about anyone destroying our house but yea well its a scorching 90 something around these parts, so I have decided being the good hostess I am that I would let people come inside. <br />
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Here are a some of the great stuff I have gotten for his party so far.<br />
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1. His invites. They were made by the awesome <a href="http://www.jessazg.com/">JessaZG</a>. <br />
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Fast Forward to about 2 months ago: I asked Hubs aunt (baby mommas mom) if her family was going to give her a baby shower and if they were then I would like to help bc there wasnt enough people on our side of the family to give her one. She says no they arent, that she was just going to have one shower and I should contact BB (code name). <br />
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Fast Forward to this month: I get a voicemail from BB saying I owe $35 for Hubs cousins shower. That there budget was only $500 (who spends that kind of money on a baby shower). I was shocked bc I didnt know anything about babyshower. I call her back and leave a message that I wouldnt be sending her any money.<br />
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Today: I get a facebook message (darn that facebook) from BB saying I need to send her $35 for baby shower. I send her one back saying I am confused as to why I owe her $35. Very rudly she responds by saying somebody told her I wanted to help. <br />
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My response was first off why would I want to help with a shower that I was not involved in the planning of or knew anything about. Secondly, BB you know what they say when you assume something. So please dont assume that bc somebody said I wanted to help means I am helping. Since the first convo with Hubs aunt, my MIL and I have decided to go in together and get her a gift. Once again another reason, I am not helping with the shower. <br />
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Ahh drama, which seems to follow BB. (Her child used to go to daycare with Boppers but had to be asked to leave bc she kept making herself throw up) Do I feel bad for not helping?? Um no bc she didnt help with my shower nor did she even come to my shower.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-72498462747403585732010-07-07T07:27:00.000-07:002010-07-07T07:27:18.292-07:00Wordless WednesdaysIf there is any doubt that my lil Boppers isnt all boy, I will show you his pics from our playtime outside this week.<br />
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Ok, ever since this happened I have been writing the blog post in my head. About a week ago, my Hubs was on Facebook and a woman who he used to work with at the school system here (keep in mind she still works there) sent him a chat message asking for a favor.<br />
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Being the computer techie guy he is, he gets lots of can you fix my computer questions but this one was out of the ordinary. She asked if there was any way to unsend an email. So Hubs told her that once she hit that send button there is no way to retrive it back.<br />
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Now to the best and most concerning part, was then the lady began to spill why she wanted to know that question. (I think she just wanted to talk to someone) She had been surfing Facebook and found her old high school boyfriend. First off this lady is married and has been for years. After finding her ex boyfriend on Facebook she sent him a email that she said she regrets. <br />
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Hello lady, your married and so is the exboyfriend. So why would you even think of emailing him. Once she sent the email, she was worried that his wife would come kick her butt so she wanted to try to keep him from getting the email.<br />
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People Facebook can be dangerous, to your reputation and your marriage. Be careful how you use it. <br />
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Ok so that was my Public Service Announcement for the day!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-46426940862273739292010-07-02T20:09:00.000-07:002010-07-02T20:09:59.830-07:00MIA in the bloggy worldOk so I have been missing in action the past couple of days but I promise to be back going strong next week. Between all the events during the holiday weekend and Boppers not sleeping at night (yep he is up right now laying next to me as I type and its 10:07pm). I have been using nap time to get things done and at night when I lay down I just crash.<br />
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For some reason, Boppers wont stay in his bed and comes into our room at all hours of the night. We have been trying the Super Nanny method of taking him back to his bed but it isnt working. Anybody else going thru the same thing or have any tips how we can keep him in his bed at night??Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-11657750098720825132010-06-29T19:49:00.000-07:002010-06-29T19:49:41.642-07:00Boppers picks up the ladiesSo my almost 2 year old, has officially become a ladies man. He has girlfriends everywhere we go. He has one at walmart, one at the pharmacy, and everywhere else.<br />
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I mean what can I say, he is cute and very witty for a 2 year old. <br />
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He know even has pick up lines..."hellwo ladies, woo woo" then he gives them the magic wink with both eyes. <br />
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If this is any indication of whats to come, then we are in big trouble. Ive already told him that if I didnt like the girl he brought home, I was going to tell her to go home. No hoochies in low cut shirts and booty shorts allowed at our house. Hopefully he will be a better judge of character and we wont have to deal with him bringing home a girl like that. <br />
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Well Boppers just walked into our room (he was supposed to be asleep for the night) so Im gonna have to call it short tonite. More to come about "No Hoochies in our house rule"Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-81845815248048487842010-06-28T10:32:00.000-07:002010-06-28T10:32:17.579-07:00To cloth diaper or not...I have a friend who just found out that she is having twins. She is contemplating the differences between cloth and disposables and needs some advice from other mommies.<br />
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We used disposables for Boppers (yep we helped make a hole in the ozone layer) so I gave her my pros and cons list for those but she is wanting to know the pros and cons of cloth diapers. <br />
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She is a single mom and she is only 20 years old (yes she is gonna need lots of prayers and support). So becides cloth being cheaper in the long run, what are the other benefits and dont be shy what are the cons as well?<br />
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Also, if you have any other tips and advice for her about twins, single mothers,etc please feel free to comment or email me <a href="mailto:jlbhowell@gmail.com">jlbhowell@gmail.com</a>.<br />
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Thanks girlies, I told her that yall rocked and could totally give her advice.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-84603684304753606952010-06-25T07:55:00.000-07:002010-06-25T07:55:30.729-07:00My baby is getting big...<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Today I came to the realization that my baby is almost 2. It just hit me like a ton of bricks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJa4IblRIPYkJ05R4L0KEjOQT0Sl0Hm3olpx3nuQBqn0n5J764Xbzx3bmljq1RgJPk0bkV2bcKXvbUKS4WVmNejR6AOuk5Mh1K8BswAYlfEQqSlEDCayeWYzsUTDgRE1vTrDTW6H625o/s1600/babyben.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJa4IblRIPYkJ05R4L0KEjOQT0Sl0Hm3olpx3nuQBqn0n5J764Xbzx3bmljq1RgJPk0bkV2bcKXvbUKS4WVmNejR6AOuk5Mh1K8BswAYlfEQqSlEDCayeWYzsUTDgRE1vTrDTW6H625o/s320/babyben.bmp" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What happened to this sweet tiny little baby? Where did the past 2 years go??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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So here in TN it is so stinking hot! Everyday it has been in the upper 90's with the heat index above 100 degrees. No its normally not this hot in this part of this area in mid-June (which means I dread what July and August has in store for us). <br />
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So heres my soapbox speech, Parents and guardians of children, PLEASE whatever you do, dont let your children play in the car or leave them in car for any amount of time. I am so upset bc while watching the nightly news, it was like a list of young children that had died in cars bc of the heat. <br />
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1. <a href="http://www.wbbj.com/NewsStories/100621SearchforAnswersinToddlersDeath.html">Toddlers Death in Car</a><br />
2. <a href="http://www.wbbj.com/NewsStories/100619ChildDiesinHotCar.html">Child dies in Hot Car</a><br />
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Those 2 were both just within an hour or so drive of where I live.<br />
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I mean, what are parents thinking??? Thats the point, I dont think they are thinking at all. You know how hot it is and would you want to be left in a hot car. Then hello dont leave your little child in the car!!!!<br />
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Ok Im stepping down from my soapbox for today. But promise me, peeps use common sense when it comes to your children!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-78995412201217203432010-06-21T07:25:00.000-07:002010-06-21T07:25:37.259-07:00Sweet Moments on Fathers DaySo I have to tell you the sweet moment that melted my and Hubbys heart.<br />
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With Sunday being Fathers Day, Boppers and I got up early and were going to surprise Hubby with donuts and choc. milk for bfast in bed. So we start getting ready and I had told Bop that today was Daddys special day and that we were going to surprise him.<br />
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So after getting ready, Bop goes into our bedroom and opens the drawer to pull out one of Hubbys old wallets. Then he goes to the drawer where we keep our spare change and fills his wallet up with change. While doing this he tells me that, he pays for daddys prize (aka surprise). I know, I know he gets his sweetness from me lol<br />
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But wait it gets sweeter, we go to the store and get our donuts. I set him on the counter to pay and he pulls out his wallet and begins counting his change (2, 3, 6, 9 ok so we need to work on numbers) and the whole time he is saying " I pay, daddys prize".<br />
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Oh man, I wanted to burst into tears right there. Boppers knew he loved his daddy and HE wanted to do something special for him. That was the best gift we could ever give Hubby bc Boppers did it himself. <br />
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Hope everyone had a great weekend!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-7032410482282443962010-06-18T07:43:00.000-07:002010-06-18T07:43:33.284-07:00Friday Blog Hop Time-Its a Social ParadeThanks everybody for stopping by my blog today! Please leave me a comment if you found me from a Blog Hop so I can follow you back!! Hope you enjoy! <br />
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<a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade" target="_blank"><img alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" border="0" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/bloghop.png" /></a>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-49856289141497635842010-06-17T08:53:00.000-07:002010-06-17T08:53:00.286-07:00Mommy Separation AnxietyFirst off today, I just wanted to thank all my followers today for being such awesome bloggy friends.!!!<br />
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Ok so, Boppers has been going through some severe Mommy anxiety for the past couple of months. Not to sound like a "bad mom" but its a blessing and curse. Now I will explain that statement.<br />
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Its a blessing bc I love the fact the he wants and needs me so bad. I am so thankful that he is "mommys boy" and I wouldnt have it any other way. I love making his boo-boos better and cuddling with him at night b4 bedtime.<br />
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But, sometimes I just wish he would let his daddy change his diaper or fix his cup. He screams and crys everytime I drop him off at daycare even though I know 10 min after I leave he stops crying and plays. I cant get anything done around the house, I even have to cook with him on my hip (which really wears a mommy out).<br />
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Not to mention, I am also kinda concerned bc he wont even play by himself. I have to be down in the floor with him. I dont want him to become super dependent. Or be that 12 year old kid that is still hiding under mommys skirt. <br />
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Sorry folks I had to vent today bc sometimes I just get overwhelmed.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165923501676617953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672405363280972268.post-58388119387722840052010-06-16T07:52:00.000-07:002010-06-16T07:52:01.050-07:00Wordless Wednesdays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgrceS17Yx7RRL5Wyp_V_uTYcm5jkpqkz6FOaMDNamcjJtD5sxo31wVDsWcS3worNE1OMir2h_uO6bPy-0jIbE2taaA5lGoHbUI38Cjc0fh35I6MithDSGDYNivc7sFZkLttfujvTJ3o/s1600/28703_558056315352_184100816_32256731_6282873_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgrceS17Yx7RRL5Wyp_V_uTYcm5jkpqkz6FOaMDNamcjJtD5sxo31wVDsWcS3worNE1OMir2h_uO6bPy-0jIbE2taaA5lGoHbUI38Cjc0fh35I6MithDSGDYNivc7sFZkLttfujvTJ3o/s320/28703_558056315352_184100816_32256731_6282873_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The day after we got home from vacay we went and got Bops new pup pup, Hoss. He he had to hold him the whole ride home.</div><br />
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