tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194297432024-03-20T11:12:36.862-04:00The Cutest Girl in the Whole WorldBoopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-42371624263279687452010-12-16T18:23:00.000-05:002011-01-04T18:34:47.502-05:00I Want to be a Toothfairy When I Grow Up!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNASWEJbOiNmpfWzc4oI5m_AAI5r3K-WxHL7aLEo9e_VmHhn98FnAQXFRozc2yrofgK-Nw5nws3-f0g1yFTY-0PgS1AEzTwMtHQ68SOvzMX7z8f61TmZNfKg_MaYHYbGtUOxvEg/s1600/Tooth2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNASWEJbOiNmpfWzc4oI5m_AAI5r3K-WxHL7aLEo9e_VmHhn98FnAQXFRozc2yrofgK-Nw5nws3-f0g1yFTY-0PgS1AEzTwMtHQ68SOvzMX7z8f61TmZNfKg_MaYHYbGtUOxvEg/s400/Tooth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558475836668545698" border="0" /></a>I LOST MY TOOTH! Silly mom gave me an apple for snack and my tooth was loose, so when I bit into it, my tooth fell out! I called mom from the nurses office and told her the good news. I put my tooth under my pillow and the Tooth Fairy gave me two paper moneys!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BEC2d2RmS31ZpyMbGAAHK89M6LcNAuVCkmlOx9wGTxiUaKIg09aqHmE7mJcP8cEA8UGjkgOyFwvmgi2cqCjggKciResA_BFpxgOvg6YoZf2tMpD8GYSbxfPSGsjDS1Scg_6OZw/s1600/Tooth1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BEC2d2RmS31ZpyMbGAAHK89M6LcNAuVCkmlOx9wGTxiUaKIg09aqHmE7mJcP8cEA8UGjkgOyFwvmgi2cqCjggKciResA_BFpxgOvg6YoZf2tMpD8GYSbxfPSGsjDS1Scg_6OZw/s400/Tooth1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558475830691539842" border="0" /></a>Now I want to be the tooth fairy when I grow up. Where do I get wings?Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-49503163914815695192010-10-06T19:56:00.002-04:002010-10-06T19:58:58.813-04:00Princess Cassidy on Wheels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzb86A-eGF9-WUp6zy9EquivaYoXUTKMbrWQi0-o8vVRbyehNu8OUQCRpExOANVbnTIY8supKhhfN-D-cqLYMPK6xA13-69it6IDGwJmh3-tMqaikOYfjEFNGzgGB9pPJ2dd1wg/s1600/Princess+Cassidy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzb86A-eGF9-WUp6zy9EquivaYoXUTKMbrWQi0-o8vVRbyehNu8OUQCRpExOANVbnTIY8supKhhfN-D-cqLYMPK6xA13-69it6IDGwJmh3-tMqaikOYfjEFNGzgGB9pPJ2dd1wg/s400/Princess+Cassidy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525086515585211650" border="0" /></a>My friends have the coolest toys. We played dress-up at L's house and she had a car that went with the outfit!Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-89867480403891667202010-09-26T08:57:00.003-04:002010-09-26T09:02:34.190-04:00The Library Caravan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPQ7-ZIoPxvYET3r6VEPsVSM4VEi6ASrk8Q5qE9SDUv8RXd90LapDwvGfpUiuQWKW_B4MNPfCQ4P07P0XzNE2ZQObDcRRQFEISc47da1LDxyVoCu9XkNi4d0ykisjusly0bK-rg/s1600/Caravan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPQ7-ZIoPxvYET3r6VEPsVSM4VEi6ASrk8Q5qE9SDUv8RXd90LapDwvGfpUiuQWKW_B4MNPfCQ4P07P0XzNE2ZQObDcRRQFEISc47da1LDxyVoCu9XkNi4d0ykisjusly0bK-rg/s400/Caravan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521205662234616514" border="0" /></a>Kindergarten is a blast and I've been making lots of new friends. Behind me is L who sits next to me in class. She's super fun and helps me when we get teased by O. We went to the library on Friday and L's mom wheeled us all (that's L's little sister in the front). Her mom clearly got a great workout and we had fun, fun, fun!Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-59305943195011833692010-09-15T13:38:00.004-04:002010-09-15T13:45:32.210-04:00First Day of Kindergarten<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3snUIEPVLRrzEyu4QKmsf89ZsgGvO93N4fR1zjgNodTUX8ZvgelZGGLGywNd3Gmn8RijeTd3zxsXk9c4uKEmgHtUpr_9tVHB_XJaQYPXhIRmLq9YfUM7F2xa9JNqvSVZ5Yr4onQ/s1600/First+Day+of+Kindergarten.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3snUIEPVLRrzEyu4QKmsf89ZsgGvO93N4fR1zjgNodTUX8ZvgelZGGLGywNd3Gmn8RijeTd3zxsXk9c4uKEmgHtUpr_9tVHB_XJaQYPXhIRmLq9YfUM7F2xa9JNqvSVZ5Yr4onQ/s400/First+Day+of+Kindergarten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517196300376453362" border="0" /></a>I'm a big time Kindergartner now! Wooowheeee. My first day of school went well, I think I can actually handle the big league. Below is me pondering upon what it means to be in Kindergarten.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ftHjHSZTMp7TS_8abMGw_vvDPSgkpdKdIyxak8FkjkuhApa6TukAQBO2mMaZAEAW2smDL6s6phy2J7d_wRtIK0IAW5lY_widRdTT7HOB4GOEgCcY58NUks60YXSC8bIhedn-UA/s1600/Kindergarten.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ftHjHSZTMp7TS_8abMGw_vvDPSgkpdKdIyxak8FkjkuhApa6TukAQBO2mMaZAEAW2smDL6s6phy2J7d_wRtIK0IAW5lY_widRdTT7HOB4GOEgCcY58NUks60YXSC8bIhedn-UA/s400/Kindergarten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517196848333542194" border="0" /></a>Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-45791239366624412092010-06-19T17:30:00.003-04:002010-06-30T09:03:26.306-04:00Hearts Galore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO61F4UOkLWbOvE5SWIxeCFGDhQnp9t-rM1Ap1hOPAWBGGz3lXBdQ14mGQFHOfT1YfnBq0sYiIKO45qvNglXBq77a-Nes-Rcp6Pe192gwxJwMSJuB1J4IHAoYnOndikNtBJxBptw/s1600/Cass'+Hearts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO61F4UOkLWbOvE5SWIxeCFGDhQnp9t-rM1Ap1hOPAWBGGz3lXBdQ14mGQFHOfT1YfnBq0sYiIKO45qvNglXBq77a-Nes-Rcp6Pe192gwxJwMSJuB1J4IHAoYnOndikNtBJxBptw/s400/Cass'+Hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484600530062428786" border="0" /></a>I don't think my hearts are really hearts, but mom loves them anyways. She wouldn't let me cut it to bits until she took a picture of it. What do you think?Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-66454692684274710242010-06-19T17:24:00.001-04:002010-06-19T17:27:53.868-04:00Graduation Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8desoW60TgsJ6M4GDmsjQf_FjW5nRkV-anQh7-SX8EJVfdsPa1j7AsNIHvwUybDxOQfaLBlgWVVmvM8vvOfoGdIxPl7IzZow-0pR1SXMDwcRJOTg8r3_a4WJCyk4AHn_D18Sc-w/s1600/Cass+and+Miss+Lindsay.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8desoW60TgsJ6M4GDmsjQf_FjW5nRkV-anQh7-SX8EJVfdsPa1j7AsNIHvwUybDxOQfaLBlgWVVmvM8vvOfoGdIxPl7IzZow-0pR1SXMDwcRJOTg8r3_a4WJCyk4AHn_D18Sc-w/s400/Cass+and+Miss+Lindsay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484599318879637970" border="0" /></a>I'm a pre-school graduate!! Here's a picture of me and my teacher Miss Lindsay on graduation day. I'm going to start kindergarten tomorrow! Yay me!Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-83232426933883119212010-05-16T19:03:00.003-04:002010-05-21T09:05:51.204-04:00Brammy and the grandkids-X<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCp0X-POs8w_lILWWoH8xqA2QPOGT3P2OynFp7RzRUaGYiQYQBe63VY0A5Nu4UwR4AHMJx_d8aVghwwJ4vLowIKxIO3xo43r6gQmdEQGVDzLEKpPWncHDiufnABakVQAaRmfBgA/s1600/The+Gkids.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCp0X-POs8w_lILWWoH8xqA2QPOGT3P2OynFp7RzRUaGYiQYQBe63VY0A5Nu4UwR4AHMJx_d8aVghwwJ4vLowIKxIO3xo43r6gQmdEQGVDzLEKpPWncHDiufnABakVQAaRmfBgA/s400/The+Gkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472007450306473298" border="0" /></a>Me and all the grand kids-X went to the North Shore Country Club for mother's day dinner and Brammy loved it. (We all had a good time- the seafood crepes were to die for) I had a great time talking to all the kids in the dining room and playing under the table. Lots of fun.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-55651871386239360662010-05-16T18:58:00.002-04:002010-05-16T19:02:08.086-04:00Hi I'm Five<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhFLCBbRyjIP6ka4GYHzB_ZLwM6rj2Vm-6SYDJmozm7VcnaDNptK4XO1EhDtQOSxTzOcj_r-i6wV24or-efD0vnastvrDv9A1U4ERFynpCBsdfHKJiZzt7GBzzfag_DOS6_kv8g/s1600/Hi+I%27m+Five.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhFLCBbRyjIP6ka4GYHzB_ZLwM6rj2Vm-6SYDJmozm7VcnaDNptK4XO1EhDtQOSxTzOcj_r-i6wV24or-efD0vnastvrDv9A1U4ERFynpCBsdfHKJiZzt7GBzzfag_DOS6_kv8g/s400/Hi+I%27m+Five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472006399944303106" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Yay me!! I am 5 years old!!!</span> I am a big girl now and I've given up all my shenanigans. It's a whole new me.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-48781494404333105672010-04-17T11:52:00.005-04:002010-04-27T15:03:33.333-04:00Sad Choices<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2RR63Zaau9VjT3EFqYIdP6sHNK4OuM4hL3vSzx7i0awNHnJYBRkD1Gaaute0-3Urfl6dCmN1TneOVyPSmL6wwSFAkdJrhTNgZtRXjdS06JR5umpWLKapilh8WGWV2rTH4t9sEg/s1600/Sad+Choices.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2RR63Zaau9VjT3EFqYIdP6sHNK4OuM4hL3vSzx7i0awNHnJYBRkD1Gaaute0-3Urfl6dCmN1TneOVyPSmL6wwSFAkdJrhTNgZtRXjdS06JR5umpWLKapilh8WGWV2rTH4t9sEg/s400/Sad+Choices.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461135212766675698" border="0" /></a>Mom dropped a can of spray paint on the ground and the top broke (which she didn't know), so I took advantage of the situation. I was able to get the lid off easily and use the spray paint. This is my newest piece: house vandalism. I also spray painted the walkway, some of the front lawn grass, the white rocking chair on the porch and...my lovely little sister. When I showed mom what I did, she went ballistic. You don't need to hear all the details, but my punishment includes painting the boo-boos white again and no drawing for a long time.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-79726033028685682592010-04-17T11:47:00.003-04:002010-04-17T11:51:50.165-04:00My Most Recent Installation...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflY3UINnrp2E628xgoksYv65nfSUCybj4byfLcNkv2AU_YfygegmxQ9wquF3tSjImmFtRfiG_kzXN32t3do2zipv0hxEOt54XD35izcShEkcHsP1MEgePI5xQPKiKHnuaNMMeJw/s1600/Cass+Instal.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflY3UINnrp2E628xgoksYv65nfSUCybj4byfLcNkv2AU_YfygegmxQ9wquF3tSjImmFtRfiG_kzXN32t3do2zipv0hxEOt54XD35izcShEkcHsP1MEgePI5xQPKiKHnuaNMMeJw/s400/Cass+Instal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461134121234399890" border="0" /></a>...includes live people and lots of toys.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-9513335839573359552010-03-03T10:49:00.002-05:002010-03-03T10:56:00.937-05:00Hanging with the Boys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRd8yc6KdEcom7haG0DhVFVCgSwUozOcNSf6xKS6MoegWF1CvelFeQ5_d0t0PAu0ciUKMtAswxZ1eOipbzG928X4q6TSrowfbCuEYS-xSMB2RWs-aPRAe3wANW41uQ3Zgn7HTn-w/s1600-h/Cass+and+Sean.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRd8yc6KdEcom7haG0DhVFVCgSwUozOcNSf6xKS6MoegWF1CvelFeQ5_d0t0PAu0ciUKMtAswxZ1eOipbzG928X4q6TSrowfbCuEYS-xSMB2RWs-aPRAe3wANW41uQ3Zgn7HTn-w/s400/Cass+and+Sean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444435470827897810" border="0" /></a>For President's week I took a trip to Dallas to visit my mom's college friend and her family. They have two sons so their house is filled with boy toys. I love boy toys. We ran around all day pushing trucks and building with their legos, I even reorganized the boys room with S's help. It was lots of fun. The only downer was that the boys loved Thomas and not Spongebob. But I think that I got S hooked on Spongebob by the end of our visit. Below is me and M at the Aviation Museum- we took a flight of our own and made the most of our quarters.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OlaPbp1LVkVUDHCTj8m1y94Gu8Dv44W1u962Ivv53bFOK33oAqXAru5AxvG6nLtbHeWW5_-IZnyvdC0oVH5lF1Eh5LSJ7xIgLDn2IcESvsO90JBdjw-H75OuDnZGcFJPkw-Z9g/s1600-h/Cass+and+Michael.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OlaPbp1LVkVUDHCTj8m1y94Gu8Dv44W1u962Ivv53bFOK33oAqXAru5AxvG6nLtbHeWW5_-IZnyvdC0oVH5lF1Eh5LSJ7xIgLDn2IcESvsO90JBdjw-H75OuDnZGcFJPkw-Z9g/s400/Cass+and+Michael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444435481224465490" border="0" /></a>Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-14695811519528142832010-01-08T12:55:00.002-05:002010-01-08T12:59:49.388-05:00Me and Charlie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWjXKqiTa8AsNmCJyaNHN5Z91dhDS0qOhSavGeISSE3LN5kIb48MNJzTf56M90E0jCpVR2YBkDOSSnz2sPvzpK9tVH-rlMOgIGK1wQaaFBFSB6_RQWlWJBu53eRY9kP5OTYcPug/s1600-h/Cass+and+Charlie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWjXKqiTa8AsNmCJyaNHN5Z91dhDS0qOhSavGeISSE3LN5kIb48MNJzTf56M90E0jCpVR2YBkDOSSnz2sPvzpK9tVH-rlMOgIGK1wQaaFBFSB6_RQWlWJBu53eRY9kP5OTYcPug/s400/Cass+and+Charlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424429207436762834" border="0" /></a>This is me and my 2nd cousin Charlie. Isn't she adorable? She's called the Nugget and she's pure gold. She stayed with me at Mimi's house over New Year's Eve so our parents could celebrate the night sans enfants. We are the best kids ever. We were all in bed by 8pm so Mimi and Pops could enjoy the party at their house. Charlie didn't cry once during her whole visit. I gave her lots of kisses and wanted to pick her up, but unfortunately I wasn't allowed to. Oh well. Maybe when I'm a little older.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-83699686680714221912009-12-30T18:29:00.001-05:002009-12-30T18:29:00.133-05:00The Real Auntie Mish<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEA_ObaZsz9DZKkkXe_DYit_PiP6DI0YxxnasO2ZBBzekx0rFM7QFMm-xLJs64DAo7UEIIBiinRHxRQMFTBYzijY4Nb3LvYvR1iewuA4lEifmozDFpiJBWK2QImjS9rH197_Jcw/s1600-h/Auntie+mish+and+cass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEA_ObaZsz9DZKkkXe_DYit_PiP6DI0YxxnasO2ZBBzekx0rFM7QFMm-xLJs64DAo7UEIIBiinRHxRQMFTBYzijY4Nb3LvYvR1iewuA4lEifmozDFpiJBWK2QImjS9rH197_Jcw/s400/Auntie+mish+and+cass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420433498433951282" border="0" /></a>She came over for leftovers and wine at my house the day after Christmas. Santa Claus brought me a lot of pens and paints this year and I got busy with them. Mom was too tired to clean me up before Aunt Mish arrived, so I stayed as I was (she wouldn't be appalled like Grammy would be). It was lots of fun playing with Aunt Mish and this way Aunt Mish got her dose of kids.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-20604792988520265952009-12-28T18:34:00.003-05:002009-12-28T18:42:01.813-05:00I Was on the Good Girl List!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBkoCW2ADnNiZ9Xfu3eKTYhMcPRs0d8Jf0oThxKMdGcfLjplVIi052xEg5NjsPy19qSlaEs_nJVolbEKiGjHa5k6Up4J69PQLpj1pitj8zNqt1bvd6mn0yop5ewwdP2fX20P9sw/s1600-h/Santa+Loves+Me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBkoCW2ADnNiZ9Xfu3eKTYhMcPRs0d8Jf0oThxKMdGcfLjplVIi052xEg5NjsPy19qSlaEs_nJVolbEKiGjHa5k6Up4J69PQLpj1pitj8zNqt1bvd6mn0yop5ewwdP2fX20P9sw/s400/Santa+Loves+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420435267229425298" border="0" /></a>Santa loves me and brought me lots of toys!! Look at my stocking- it's full. You should see the tree, it has even more presents! Poor mom, she was on the bad girl list.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-14619167390540098152009-12-17T17:29:00.003-05:002009-12-17T17:50:00.370-05:00The SHOW!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGpOsoyeqRP5t7jKyVKfNuULLW1LqZPC5WvfGtxJyiNG71-G4fIE_BHRc7j2XJLovVpcMFhyiAjrM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />(Filming done by Auntie Mish)<br />There is me in the middle and I'm next to my fab friend S. We are rockin the house so that Santa can hear all the way up in the North Pole. It is still undecided if I am on the Naughty or Nice list...Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-76186079760979046892009-12-10T21:54:00.001-05:002009-12-17T10:55:49.449-05:00A Dog Named Eddie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRda9WWpnu9LcjfOT-S_63-fjzim40F8Yo54AdTXMXhRtCEbc67W13IVtWxpTvl-fDx3y9rQYLic2Q2PQqeePpNI88gRXfZ16UbwrYxGAsj5Nt9_8giQ_0Y9NFCXUoPS-zAVB6Q/s1600-h/eddie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRda9WWpnu9LcjfOT-S_63-fjzim40F8Yo54AdTXMXhRtCEbc67W13IVtWxpTvl-fDx3y9rQYLic2Q2PQqeePpNI88gRXfZ16UbwrYxGAsj5Nt9_8giQ_0Y9NFCXUoPS-zAVB6Q/s400/eddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412322469353699042" border="0" /></a>What kind of guy names his dog after his best friend? My Pops dog-sat for Eddie, his friend's dog and namesake. At first I didn't like him because he jumped up on me and knocked me over, but after awhile I showed him who was boss.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-91091662044560417162009-12-07T21:44:00.000-05:002009-12-14T09:12:00.126-05:00Quality Time with Pops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZuzxvwapQaEIqz0LtX_UG5q3rkGjzWg69caS1XXsNuqAkDRQyDCku0KattOtaqnVxx8psWAHUn-ygbgrkXTNg6AoEEiyyGxoZXhGRUwshI6ThhpS2yu8LMwXAwwGyTN2OCTg8Uw/s1600-h/Hanging+w+pops.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZuzxvwapQaEIqz0LtX_UG5q3rkGjzWg69caS1XXsNuqAkDRQyDCku0KattOtaqnVxx8psWAHUn-ygbgrkXTNg6AoEEiyyGxoZXhGRUwshI6ThhpS2yu8LMwXAwwGyTN2OCTg8Uw/s400/Hanging+w+pops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412320734301948338" border="0" /></a>This is me hanging out with pops. A couple of years ago it was me taking the nap, but nowadays, I'm up while he snoozes.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-15063124658955966842009-12-06T21:50:00.004-05:002009-12-06T22:27:21.293-05:00Popping Up Popcorn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVe7HL1raBk7mItZcpgojvIpKwkCKbkclQbkT_wNhHlkWKNiQCPzC1B2L674v6cid56Z1fct4zreZfDTg5H4JItryoKYlw8T1LhshZgKWsWHVbhI2UYLmDCFxoVcgg34C5qfngw/s1600-h/Popping+Popcorn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVe7HL1raBk7mItZcpgojvIpKwkCKbkclQbkT_wNhHlkWKNiQCPzC1B2L674v6cid56Z1fct4zreZfDTg5H4JItryoKYlw8T1LhshZgKWsWHVbhI2UYLmDCFxoVcgg34C5qfngw/s400/Popping+Popcorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412322118071630322" border="0" /></a>Mimi and Pops showed Tula and me how popcorn is made- BY POPPING! It's amazing stuff. There are these little kernels in the hot pan and the next thing you know they are POPCORN. God really knocked himself (or herself) out when he came up with this idea. Who would've thought? It's almost as amazing as a caterpillar changing into a butterfly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Uq3tBitBupsZN9dflWIJ38gBJq-Zmul1uTZSy00Ot71RnJw6LP69G5yl5YRQuZg4lw7DEFUQkrmPcI3gdz9QNvHXJt13BMR4-SLZj_vl92nLIc4idnZRi7DZitIIjkboH0kaGw/s1600-h/Eating+Popcorn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Uq3tBitBupsZN9dflWIJ38gBJq-Zmul1uTZSy00Ot71RnJw6LP69G5yl5YRQuZg4lw7DEFUQkrmPcI3gdz9QNvHXJt13BMR4-SLZj_vl92nLIc4idnZRi7DZitIIjkboH0kaGw/s400/Eating+Popcorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321919551618626" border="0" /></a>Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-70527228219868420782009-11-10T17:28:00.002-05:002009-11-10T17:38:28.455-05:00Happy Birthday Auntie Mish<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyXkuICt0Byk6NKvaZCrVzqvysRoKIoauVkcXgWqJcR_c77Fwo1z8nkDPrn2GltVsDTBr2Oq6oRHR4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />We love you!Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-82222886675992251282009-11-01T17:14:00.004-05:002009-11-03T08:32:45.886-05:00Trick or Treat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc23vh3uDl0E9NZJOmsCTtYLxhekxbnMR5zOC0-wUGkcU8Eq0aacRQdCwxTr7Pl9brNk46KosFkjDmszgK2ZybU4lhv2j20wtxeA9zWdnXFodhRQHNqbKSeuPZ-cu8VFDWw_XokA/s1600-h/Halloween+Cuties.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc23vh3uDl0E9NZJOmsCTtYLxhekxbnMR5zOC0-wUGkcU8Eq0aacRQdCwxTr7Pl9brNk46KosFkjDmszgK2ZybU4lhv2j20wtxeA9zWdnXFodhRQHNqbKSeuPZ-cu8VFDWw_XokA/s400/Halloween+Cuties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399262496508357570" border="0" /></a>Here is Aerial, cowgirl princess, and ladybug ready for trick-or-treating. We couldn't get to the houses fast enough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6ZNRC-HGu5SQY0XxOte3ZeXVab7XsyTyhislp2iHlUkRiIVF1GxkkJJj2OuLTTNzFMxjY76jruLQXZXGomC7Mb_kZEkjX81-pnkj66oZRlfrKCJ9OjLpuN8PdV7W38UEBCcIgQ/s1600-h/Witches+brew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6ZNRC-HGu5SQY0XxOte3ZeXVab7XsyTyhislp2iHlUkRiIVF1GxkkJJj2OuLTTNzFMxjY76jruLQXZXGomC7Mb_kZEkjX81-pnkj66oZRlfrKCJ9OjLpuN8PdV7W38UEBCcIgQ/s400/Witches+brew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399262500875940194" border="0" /></a>Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-54569445852839020832009-11-01T15:59:00.006-05:002009-11-01T17:14:28.303-05:00We've Been Ghosted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37Qx_LwDfhgxj_dPBs1wxfTpJmWnXjeSz212Jtveu9dREAsSZCK8MUgLvTd_fDTpQEFEYhdDXSRIvFqTODlwuS-a-_K3unqs9i67vWzu7l5oSlwUBIMeMZLgRrluOEtEiXjFvMw/s1600-h/Ghosted.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37Qx_LwDfhgxj_dPBs1wxfTpJmWnXjeSz212Jtveu9dREAsSZCK8MUgLvTd_fDTpQEFEYhdDXSRIvFqTODlwuS-a-_K3unqs9i67vWzu7l5oSlwUBIMeMZLgRrluOEtEiXjFvMw/s400/Ghosted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399243961607082754" border="0" /></a> The other night while I was wreaking havoc in the attic, mommy was cooking dinner and Tula was having a snack, we heard a loud knocking at the door. Mom looked out and saw a brown bag sitting on the mat. Since it was so close to Halloween she was a little worried about what was inside the bag. Finally she decided to investigate and we slowly opened the front door. "YOU"VE BEEN GHOSTED" was written on the bag and treats were inside! So much better than tricks any night. Tula and I both ate all of our dinners so that we could eat all of the treats!Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-23243892746471121492009-10-13T20:56:00.003-04:002009-10-14T13:22:14.707-04:00The Islanders Rock...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwV1A2Gp70w6Z01t3BXGLFrUK-79FUWF-xng8hOuxVRlEmDDZdinCpn_X6hVcS4Grsn8ynrBZvBnUVFX7DlD1ja4v8Z-U0Nrs2WIWrBFrTYgrFLvOpGiL_eFQ-Iu_tDXTkyf_4JA/s1600-h/Cass+at+game+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwV1A2Gp70w6Z01t3BXGLFrUK-79FUWF-xng8hOuxVRlEmDDZdinCpn_X6hVcS4Grsn8ynrBZvBnUVFX7DlD1ja4v8Z-U0Nrs2WIWrBFrTYgrFLvOpGiL_eFQ-Iu_tDXTkyf_4JA/s400/Cass+at+game+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392253302156302882" border="0" /></a>...even if they don't necessarily win, those poor guys sure know how to fight. Bramps, Dad, Tula, and I went to the first kids game of the season and we had a blast. I'm hanging out with my new BFF (the mascot for the winning team, whose name shall not be said) listening to the booming on the boards. BOOM!Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-53799152920779587952009-10-04T22:37:00.003-04:002009-10-06T09:02:19.230-04:00Playing with Princesses<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxed1HYN4XJwFts2ZN4KKCZWBQHE9mJosgpqgIuzWUFVh5sV5oTsgfeJhkPStIC4dpgjPGywq6SH2k' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-53008144674892563342009-10-04T21:56:00.005-04:002009-10-04T22:35:40.119-04:00Fast Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoM96i5_FkD7ZI6CyDEw8976qYt98D7D9Z2hWp9ss9QC7Sf5-tVv9-RtC9gEpD_LPZPXD6wywnNftBQzK21qQPj4d3tRUXoOKsTrU9y3A-P-lNnXzEk0qzyXR3y5h3DLnw60qN5g/s1600-h/fast+friends.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoM96i5_FkD7ZI6CyDEw8976qYt98D7D9Z2hWp9ss9QC7Sf5-tVv9-RtC9gEpD_LPZPXD6wywnNftBQzK21qQPj4d3tRUXoOKsTrU9y3A-P-lNnXzEk0qzyXR3y5h3DLnw60qN5g/s400/fast+friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388929075582525762" border="0" /></a>A boy named Zach zoomed down my block and showed me some really cool tricks he could do on his scooter. Then he let me take a ride on his scooter! And then he went home and got his trike (because one speedy toy wasn't enough). I was very impressed with his no fear attitude and boundless amount of energy. I think that we're going to be fast friends.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19429743.post-84351378815159343072009-09-11T22:40:00.004-04:002009-09-14T13:15:02.854-04:00Lobster Roll Lunch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqn3mXV1I9mL17iwgUCDGaGXCnR7FKP9cgpnI4ScvT8iv-0bYwSjJRbxHREflMR2ZfSSgm2z0Y0NlSY26eP65TwZdGaCcc7XX7Mudm3ivknR4ovyOlSzlsQ-Bf_0W3htTRrgLAg/s1600-h/Lobster+Lunch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqn3mXV1I9mL17iwgUCDGaGXCnR7FKP9cgpnI4ScvT8iv-0bYwSjJRbxHREflMR2ZfSSgm2z0Y0NlSY26eP65TwZdGaCcc7XX7Mudm3ivknR4ovyOlSzlsQ-Bf_0W3htTRrgLAg/s400/Lobster+Lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380405543064183074" border="0" /></a>We went on a road trip to Deer Isle and it was a very beautiful place, but it was a little spooky too. Kind of like right out of a Stephen King novel. All the people were really nice...well maybe not the hostess at the restaurant we ate at... but everyone else was, but it seemed like they could have all been hiding some kind of secret. I'm too young to really think about that kind of stuff, but I was a little afraid of the lady at the restaurant who said the umbrellas wouldn't go up when we knew they would. (See the one in the background, she opened it later for another party, probably some locals.) She didn't like us. We were outsiders. Unlike most horror novels we didn't stick around to investigate. We ate our lobster rolls and were out of there.Boopsieboohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14507440423867724531noreply@blogger.com0