<?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-841953961940180807</id><updated>2012-02-11T13:43:43.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Bubble Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>343</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-594424340989963081</id><published>2009-12-06T16:21:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:44:25.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><content type='html'>I remember when Devin was born thinking "Wow, he won't be the age that Lily was when we adopted her until CHRISTMAS!"  I wondered, those first few weeks, how we would ever survive that long.  Then I blinked.  Now, it's almost Christmas and my baby boy is almost 10 months old!  The first 6 weeks or so were really tough, but I can honestly say that after that, the time has flown by, and he is just the greatest baby EVER.  Lily is still really great with him, and declares her love for him (and his head) daily.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwF8I242QI/AAAAAAAADis/sikFFJ7jVQM/s1600-h/DSC06020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412207382920485122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwF8I242QI/AAAAAAAADis/sikFFJ7jVQM/s320/DSC06020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although he still isn't crawling, he is definitely interested in moving.  He will roll to where he wants to get, and he is so very happy if you let him stand up against a piece of furniture.  Oh, and he loves to bounce (and bounce, and bounce)!  He is growing sooo fast.  Thank God for gifts and hand-me-downs, cuz Dev doesn't stay in the same size for long.  The doctor said at his last visit that he is the size of an average 13 month old.  He is 21 pounds, 28 inches, and wears 18 month clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwFrPKQk-I/AAAAAAAADik/CY_Pk80wKaU/s1600-h/DSC06016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412207092554568674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwFrPKQk-I/AAAAAAAADik/CY_Pk80wKaU/s320/DSC06016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and he's teething.  again.  still?  Anyway, I think he is working on number 8!  So, ANYTHING I give him goes directly in his mouth.  If I don't give him something then he improvises by sucking on his own thumb (or toe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwFb7S-FcI/AAAAAAAADic/mLc1Aftd3hI/s1600-h/DSC06025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206829524358594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwFb7S-FcI/AAAAAAAADic/mLc1Aftd3hI/s320/DSC06025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are happily getting ready for Christmas.  We are keeping it very low-key in the gift department...but have lots of family festivities planned.  I attempted to have a family picture taken for our Christmas cards, but none of them turned out to my liking...so it's just the kids this year...they're who everyone wants to see anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwFMEtQYQI/AAAAAAAADiU/LQdYwtTxDtM/s1600-h/DSC06036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206557172621570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwFMEtQYQI/AAAAAAAADiU/LQdYwtTxDtM/s320/DSC06036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month (November) of illness after illness, we are so glad to be into December!  Lily loves everything about Christmas and is just a wonderful ball of happy energy.  Devin is cute as a button, and we're thrilled to be celebrating our first Christmas as a family of four.  He won't understand what all the fuss is about, but he will certainly enjoy eating the wrapping paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwE9d17r5I/AAAAAAAADiM/OnddI3R4aag/s1600-h/DSC06064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206306221862802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwE9d17r5I/AAAAAAAADiM/OnddI3R4aag/s320/DSC06064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-594424340989963081?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/594424340989963081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=594424340989963081' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/594424340989963081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/594424340989963081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SxwF8I242QI/AAAAAAAADis/sikFFJ7jVQM/s72-c/DSC06020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-1545268023875702518</id><published>2009-11-10T12:16:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:19:29.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from a slacker mom</title><content type='html'>Another picture, mom?!?  Seriously!?!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm6ru8U7GI/AAAAAAAADiE/OwJeG0g2zpg/s1600-h/DSC05899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402554488505822306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm6ru8U7GI/AAAAAAAADiE/OwJeG0g2zpg/s320/DSC05899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Cutie Crocodile&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm6QrEm1XI/AAAAAAAADh8/0t_mFEiawNY/s1600-h/DSC05934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402554023610340722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm6QrEm1XI/AAAAAAAADh8/0t_mFEiawNY/s320/DSC05934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm6CgFx18I/AAAAAAAADh0/_4qj4TPVTaU/s1600-h/DSC05930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402553780144297922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm6CgFx18I/AAAAAAAADh0/_4qj4TPVTaU/s320/DSC05930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm5aZsvfHI/AAAAAAAADhs/Oj0IK26hK7w/s1600-h/DSC05990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402553091233905778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm5aZsvfHI/AAAAAAAADhs/Oj0IK26hK7w/s320/DSC05990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how bad I've gotten at updating this blog! My Aunt scolded me yesterday, and reminded me that I will soon forget all these special moments if I don't record them somewhere. So, this one's for Gee Gee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily: Still very much enjoying school. She is beginning to read, and is getting pretty good at sounding out unfamiliar words. I love it when she will ask me what a specific word means, and then I'll see her using it in a sentence. To hear her say she is "famished" cracks me up. She is a great conversationalist and says she really enjoys "chit-chat". She can also speak more Spanish that I can, which is a trip. Kindergarten is not the same as it was when I was 5. She already has math homework, for crying out loud! She is the smallest one in her class, and the kids kind-of treat her like the baby...which she absolutely eats up. She is happy to declare that she is "ba-tite" (petite). Her little BFF will squeeze Lily and say "Oh, you are just my little pumpkin, aren't you!?" It's hilarious. When Lily is at home, she is very interested in her 100 piece puzzles. She can do them without much help from me...she's wanting some 2 and 300 piece-ers for Christmas. She still loves to dance, but I've noticed that she is singing all of the time now. The other day, she went into my bedroom and shut the door behind her. When I asked what she was doing she replied "I am singing praises to Jesus, and I couldn't hear myself out there." She is still a mixture of sassy and sweet. (just a bit more sassy, and a bit less sweet than before). She has told me that she "wants a different mom" or that she wants to go "live with Aunt Jody"...Usually when I am telling her she can't have something she wants. But, she is pretty quick to apologize and declare her love for me again. She loves her brother to pieces, and is incredible with him. She does tell me that she misses getting all of the attention sometimes, but she never takes it out on Devin. She still says that God gave us the best baby in the whole world. (and I agree that He did. twice.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devin: He currently has a double ear infection, so we are just trying to get him better right now. Luckily, he is still eating and sleeping really well. This baby will take 2 to 3 good naps during the day and STILL sleep 12 hours at night. It is amazing! He now sits up by himself, and loves to stand (with assistance). He has absolutely no interest in crawling. He loves his exer-saucer and his "Praise Baby" DVD's, just like Lily did. He babbles and laughs, and is just now starting to wave. It is about the cutest thing I've ever seen. He loves sucking his thumb while holding on to his super soft blanket - they are the reasons he is such a great sleeper. He is a solid 21 pounds, and I have an achin' back to testify to that fact. But, he truly is a fabulous, sweet, funny, beautiful, easy going baby and he is a joy to parent. The time is flying by, I can hardly believe he will be 9 months old in just a few days!  Soon he will be enjoying his first Christmas!  Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-1545268023875702518?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/1545268023875702518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=1545268023875702518' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1545268023875702518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1545268023875702518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-from-slacker-mom.html' title='Updates from a slacker mom'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Svm6ru8U7GI/AAAAAAAADiE/OwJeG0g2zpg/s72-c/DSC05899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2786823202369277660</id><published>2009-09-15T11:34:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:11:16.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lesson in letting go</title><content type='html'>Well, last Tuesday my sweet girl began her new life as a full-day kindergartener.  She woke up that morning with a huge smile and an enthusiastic "Well mom, today is the day!"  To say the transition was easy for her would be an understatement...Lily was READY!  I however, had a tougher time with the whole thing.  We walked to school as a family, and I fought back the tears the entire way.  I would've been a blubbering mess, but I had cried so much the day before that I think I was a bit dried up.  As she walked beyond the doors of her school, out of my sight, and out of my care, I whispered the same prayer that I had offered up so many years ago.  While we waited to travel to China to get our angel girl, I used to pray to God that He watch over her while I couldn't...and I found myself asking Him to do that for me again.  I trust that He will, just as He did before, but my heart has a hard time letting go.  I worry about her tiny little self getting lost in the shuffle with so many kids, and so few teachers.  But, as the days progressed, I found myself liking this new adventure.  Lily had so many fun stories to share after her day, and I was confident that she was going to be just fine.  She was in class with her buddies Nnamdi and Ben from pre-school, and even Wyatt from across the street was with all of them.  It really couldn't have been more perfect.  Her teacher sent home a note after her first day saying how great Lily had been, and commented on how friendly she is.  I beamed with pride.  She made a new friend named Sadie, and when I asked her what she looked like her reply was the following run-on sentence:"She has curly hair, today she wore a pink shirt, and when we stood in line she rubbed my hair very gently and it felt good."  What more could a momma ask for?  I breathed a big sigh of relief and began to enjoy my quiet days with Devin.  (who, by the way, is the best baby on the face of the earth.)  Then yesterday I got a phone call from the principal of Lily's school saying that due to the over populated classrooms, they were pulling 8 students from the kindergarten class and putting them in a K-First split.  Now, because Lily scored so well on her evaluation, she was one of the students chosen to make this change.  Just when we had all settled in, there was yet another transition to be made.  The switch is taking place tomorrow, and when I told Lily about it, there were many tears. (from both of us).  But, she quickly regained her composure and assured me that she was fine, and would give it her best shot.  I'm more proud of her than I can even explain.  Not just for being bright, confident, and friendly, but for coming SUCH a long way in the area of "going with the flow".  Anyone who knew my daughter as a baby/toddler knows that she was not at all good in this area, so to see her rolling with the punches like a champ just makes me so happy.  Jay and I truly feel like we are blessed with the most amazing kids ever.  We don't take them for granted for a minute...we actually still walk around pinching ourselves most days.  So, although it is hard for me to let go as Lily develops into this independent little girl, I know that she is becoming the person that God has created her to be...and with her help, I am becoming the woman that He has created ME to be.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-1-O-hkbI/AAAAAAAADhk/DQybK0PO9gU/s1600-h/DSC05699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381720160507892146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-1-O-hkbI/AAAAAAAADhk/DQybK0PO9gU/s320/DSC05699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-1vtNzr_I/AAAAAAAADhc/8jorvgRWQhg/s1600-h/DSC05701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381719910927020018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-1vtNzr_I/AAAAAAAADhc/8jorvgRWQhg/s320/DSC05701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-1e7PoMvI/AAAAAAAADhU/ERQErnkObT0/s1600-h/DSC05703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381719622634975986" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-0yF-qf_I/AAAAAAAADg8/amBlGkdfuNg/s320/DSC05708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-0bgZDtLI/AAAAAAAADg0/4dQD9FTU83Y/s1600-h/DSC05713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381718464375534770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-0bgZDtLI/AAAAAAAADg0/4dQD9FTU83Y/s320/DSC05713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2786823202369277660?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2786823202369277660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2786823202369277660' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2786823202369277660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2786823202369277660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-lesson-in-letting-go.html' title='Another lesson in letting go'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sq-1-O-hkbI/AAAAAAAADhk/DQybK0PO9gU/s72-c/DSC05699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6927786614372364892</id><published>2009-08-10T22:09:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:53:23.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary, it's been almost 2 months since my last entry... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532867972945090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SoDcMyCJVMI/AAAAAAAADgk/AGNUdfrjX2w/s320/DSC05269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes! I was warned that once that second baby joined the family, my journaling would suffer greatly. And, it obviously has...but I am promising myself to do better -starting now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I am also going to give my blog a much-needed makeover. Life with Lily Lin doesn't cut it anymore - Devin would certainly have something to say about that. Or, he would if he could talk anyway. Don't worry baby boy, I'll get you in the title here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Devin, he will be six months old on Friday. Time is flying by at a speed that scares me and takes my breath away. I really didn't think I was a "baby person", but Devin has taught me otherwise. I love every moment with this squishy, squirmy, burpy, little thing. I am already getting so sad, knowing that he is quickly exiting his baby-ness and getting big on me. He is eating baby food from a spoon, rolling over (and over and over), smiling, laughing, babbling, trying to crawl, sitting up with help, standing up with help. Stop the madness already! But seriously, he is a JOY. He's content in just about every situation. Only cries when something is really wrong. Smiles almost constantly. Eats like a champ. Sleeps like a dream. (7 pm to 7 am most nights). Jay and I are walking around pinching ourselves that God blessed us with not ONE but TWO of the most amazing kiddos in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368533128150287234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SoDcb7RQg4I/AAAAAAAADgs/-9HOjxdWBB0/s320/DSC05496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily is doing really well also. She is, however, starting to show some signs of jealousy of her brother. But, she is good about verbalizing it so I am working hard to reassure her that our love for her has not, and will not ever change. It can't be easy to have to share your parents all of a sudden - when you've had them all to yourself for 4 years. Other than that, she is just up to her usual tricks. Crafts, ballet, computer time, cards, games, dressing up, bubbles, sidewalk chalk, playdates, etc. We are also getting ready for kindergarten in less than a month. HELP ME! We've been practicing our math, sight-reading, writing, and such. She is so excited and ready to begin...I'm excited for her. It's gonna be hard on me, though. I'll miss my girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532041194213186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SoDbcqCvD0I/AAAAAAAADgc/qSHo_YsywcA/s320/DSC05387.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (picture taken at soccer camp last month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6927786614372364892?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6927786614372364892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6927786614372364892' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6927786614372364892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6927786614372364892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/08/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SoDcMyCJVMI/AAAAAAAADgk/AGNUdfrjX2w/s72-c/DSC05269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4588527786360089871</id><published>2009-06-12T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:21:56.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday to my sweet angel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF88i9Or_I/AAAAAAAADgE/WI3mOfRP6B8/s1600-h/DSC04908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346191612283105266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF88i9Or_I/AAAAAAAADgE/WI3mOfRP6B8/s320/DSC04908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF8tgEOAsI/AAAAAAAADf8/39dJXs04xx8/s1600-h/DSC04933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346191353809076930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF8tgEOAsI/AAAAAAAADf8/39dJXs04xx8/s320/DSC04933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF8Oeu107I/AAAAAAAADf0/BPa2doPDGEs/s1600-h/DSC04882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346190820875031474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF8Oeu107I/AAAAAAAADf0/BPa2doPDGEs/s320/DSC04882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF4yFG7DlI/AAAAAAAADfs/BUsklr7XfGo/s1600-h/DSC04829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346187034425495122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF4yFG7DlI/AAAAAAAADfs/BUsklr7XfGo/s320/DSC04829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily Lin, You are 5 years old today. My eyes well up with tears as I type these strange words. Wasn't it just yesterday that we brought you home from China? You, a tiny little thing, scared and timid!?! Look at you now: My shining star. A friend to everyone. A performer who loves being in the spotlight. I remember wondering what you might be like when you grew. Wondered what kind of conversations we might have. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the person you have become. You are my kind-hearted, beautiful, smart, talented child. You are my hilarious, witty, companion. My days are bright and interesting because of you. Grocery shopping used to be my most dreaded chore. Now, with you in tow, I find it to be so much fun. I love how you'll remind me to get stamps, or thank the cashier for giving us the "buy one get one free deal" on potato chips. Your enthusiasm for life is contagious. You are happy to do just about anything, and are thankful for all things given to you. If we have a picnic you will certainly declare it the "best picnic ever" and you'll mean it. every time. You are my dancer. You loved it from the very first class you took when you were 3, and your passion for it just continues to grow. You are so excited to take ballet in the fall - as you are "through with tap". Ready to take flight as a ballerina. I watch you with such pride and admiration - I can't even imagine where your dancing feet will take you...but I feel so blessed to be along for the ride, and I'll always be your biggest fan. This past year has introduced some big changes for our family with the arrival of your baby brother. Watching you embrace the role of big sister has been a delight. You are SO SO SO good with Devin...there was never an uncomfortable transition for you. You loved him with your whole heart right from the start and continue to call him "the best baby in the whole world" and thank God for him on a regular basis. He feels the same way about you. Sometimes if mommy can't get him to stop crying, I'll ask you to help and it almost always works. He adores you - he is mesmerized by your every move. We all are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to the best daughter a mom could ever ask for. I love you the biggest, the best, and the most. Forever and always, Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4588527786360089871?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4588527786360089871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4588527786360089871' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4588527786360089871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4588527786360089871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-5th-birthday-to-my-sweet-angel.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday to my sweet angel!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SjF88i9Or_I/AAAAAAAADgE/WI3mOfRP6B8/s72-c/DSC04908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2337206880390775500</id><published>2009-05-04T22:09:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:19:59.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil tidbits...and Dev bits too!</title><content type='html'>Lily is still my pretty, pretty princess...which also happens to be the name of her new favorite game.  She has enjoyed preschool a ton, and learned so much, but is ready for summer fun now.  Her last day of school is next Thursday - and we're both looking forward to it.  We have a special Mother's Day Tea this week, and then a bowling party next week to end with a bang.  She has always been a bit "quirky", and now that she's getting older it is showing up in different (and interesting) ways.  She is SO detail oriented.  She wants to know everything about everything.  She is mesmorized by infomercials and will tell me things like "we need that mommy, it kills 99 percent of germs" and "they'll give us one for free if we order now."  She insists I read the labels on her lotions and soaps over and over (and over) again...and is just as interested the 100th time I read them to her as she was the first.  She is very enthusiastic about the "green" way of life - reminding me when I am wasting energy or water...or when I am throwing something in the garbage can that SHOULD be going in a recycling bin.  Her favorite book is "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom" and she has memorized every last word.  She not only reads it, but SINGS it daily.  Detests movies - all of 'em.  She is convinced they all have a scary part or character (which is kinda true), and she wants no part of it.  She still adores her baby brother, and he comes alive when she talks to him...the feeling is apparently mutual.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dev...&lt;br /&gt;He is doing SOOOOO great!  He has changed dramatically over the past few weeks, and I thank God every day for the sweet, happy-go-lucky boy he is right now. I also know that babies are unpredictable and subject to change at any given moment, so I'm just livin' in the moment.  He is on a pretty regular schedule these days, and his sleeping spans at night have gone from 3 hours to 4 or 5 hours, which is nice.  He loves being "sweet talked" to.  He smiles, coos, and even laughs.  He still loves his swing, and now enjoys his bouncy seat and his "Baby Mozart" video.  He likes to hang out on the ottoman, just kickin' his legs and staring at his fist.  He likes his crib and sleeps well there.  Loves his formula - eats like a champ.  Honestly, the only thing he really doesn't like is being held.  I usually only hold him after feedings, to burp him, and sometimes to rock him to sleep. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-lNk1njuI/AAAAAAAADfk/qxzu3HxIonU/s1600-h/DSC04462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162136475406050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-lNk1njuI/AAAAAAAADfk/qxzu3HxIonU/s320/DSC04462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-kpgCj4DI/AAAAAAAADfc/whFmawrl678/s1600-h/DSC04549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161516712222770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-kpgCj4DI/AAAAAAAADfc/whFmawrl678/s320/DSC04549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-kWCUNEaI/AAAAAAAADfU/ykE3OpuWmvU/s1600-h/DSC04559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161182315647394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-kWCUNEaI/AAAAAAAADfU/ykE3OpuWmvU/s320/DSC04559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-jYSrDySI/AAAAAAAADfM/AKE5xaAMlcE/s1600-h/DSC04569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332160121554585890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-jYSrDySI/AAAAAAAADfM/AKE5xaAMlcE/s320/DSC04569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-jD49ZhKI/AAAAAAAADfE/2dtTd2FgebA/s1600-h/DSC04561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332159771054802082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-jD49ZhKI/AAAAAAAADfE/2dtTd2FgebA/s320/DSC04561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-inSLPcFI/AAAAAAAADe8/vJFuEYfWgaI/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332159279607541842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-inSLPcFI/AAAAAAAADe8/vJFuEYfWgaI/s320/DSC04545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all the bits I can muster up right now...until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2337206880390775500?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2337206880390775500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2337206880390775500' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2337206880390775500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2337206880390775500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-tidbitsand-dev-bits-too.html' title='Lil tidbits...and Dev bits too!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sf-lNk1njuI/AAAAAAAADfk/qxzu3HxIonU/s72-c/DSC04462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-1022852565712916013</id><published>2009-04-15T19:10:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:54:19.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for smiling faces!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...I nested, I prayed, I waited, I cried, I read, I stressed, I wondered, I ached, I nested some more...but nothing could have prepared me for this. Life with a newborn baby. My life. Please do not think for one moment that I have lost sight of the GIFT that Devin is to our family. I am well aware. And I am thankful. I love him. However, the past two months have been more exhausting and draining than I had ever dreamed possible. I knew I would lose sleep, but I didn't understand how much more I would lose. I pictured him sleeping peacefully in his carrier while I went about my business. I never dreamed that going to the bank with him would be a risky adventure. I would have laughed at you if you had told me I would be too scared to take both my kids to the grocery store! Gimme a break! But, it's true. I've yet to take on that task with my sweet screamer in tow. I am proud of myself when I get Lily to preschool without incident. How pathetic am I? I have been assured and reassured that he is a typical baby, and that things should get much easier in a couple months. And, things are already looking up. He screams a lot less than he used to and he is now SMILING ALL THE TIME! And he has the cutest stinkin' smile. He also coos and laughs, which is doing my heart a lot of good. Thank God for the these sweet smiles!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZseSBLxiI/AAAAAAAADe0/7DMVRLABrDo/s1600-h/DSC04409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325062876900869666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZseSBLxiI/AAAAAAAADe0/7DMVRLABrDo/s320/DSC04409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily, of course, is still my smilin' angel. She absolutely loves Devin and is the best sis ever. She is totally immune to his screaming - it's like she doesn't even hear it. (I wish I knew her secret!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZrwmdyYrI/AAAAAAAADes/DzuvF251r3o/s1600-h/DSC04403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325062092115567282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZrwmdyYrI/AAAAAAAADes/DzuvF251r3o/s320/DSC04403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZrbcOOgNI/AAAAAAAADek/zzLo_YXUnpg/s1600-h/DSC04416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325061728588693714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZrbcOOgNI/AAAAAAAADek/zzLo_YXUnpg/s320/DSC04416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin looking at Lily while she gives him some love. ("petting" his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZq-_fgf3I/AAAAAAAADec/7A8R3ssx6uE/s1600-h/DSC04426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325061239840210802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZq-_fgf3I/AAAAAAAADec/7A8R3ssx6uE/s320/DSC04426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laughing/cooing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZqtfCH4MI/AAAAAAAADeU/hnWA6rGrBd4/s1600-h/DSC04430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325060939069251778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZqtfCH4MI/AAAAAAAADeU/hnWA6rGrBd4/s320/DSC04430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sweet, chubby smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZqMAOVM8I/AAAAAAAADeM/QQshPnPTX2Y/s1600-h/DSC04445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325060363863274434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZqMAOVM8I/AAAAAAAADeM/QQshPnPTX2Y/s320/DSC04445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My angel babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, at Devin's 2 month appointment today my doc raved about how well he is doing. He now weighs 13 lb 4 oz, and is 24 and 1/2 inches. At the end of the day, I am so glad I have been blessed with healthy (and generally happy) babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I will eventually return to "myself". Just need some time (and some sleep).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my friends who still check in on me. I do check on you from time to time, I just don't usually leave a comment. (oh, and some of you have gone private and I'm "locked out!) Kathy, you left me your new blog addy and I have misplaced it - I'd love for you to leave it for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-1022852565712916013?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/1022852565712916013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=1022852565712916013' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1022852565712916013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1022852565712916013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-god-for-smiling-faces.html' title='Thank God for smiling faces!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SeZseSBLxiI/AAAAAAAADe0/7DMVRLABrDo/s72-c/DSC04409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3603738687790663899</id><published>2009-03-28T16:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:55:14.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weeks Today</title><content type='html'>Lily and her "freighbors" (neighbor friends)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sc6NixA1TSI/AAAAAAAADeE/NoE0W56qA_g/s1600-h/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318343838383033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sc6NixA1TSI/AAAAAAAADeE/NoE0W56qA_g/s320/DSC04310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little dude&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sc6MhENPQJI/AAAAAAAADd0/lbN2ME7_BJU/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318342709663973522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sc6MhENPQJI/AAAAAAAADd0/lbN2ME7_BJU/s320/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping beauties&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sc6MMzNNNNI/AAAAAAAADds/RNmeWlC-i84/s1600-h/DSC04176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318342361503053010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sc6MMzNNNNI/AAAAAAAADds/RNmeWlC-i84/s320/DSC04176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devin is 6 weeks old today, and I do declare that I am finally exiting the fog. (I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how quickly my days fly by, but if someone were to ask me exactly what I DID that day? Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fed him, burped him, changed him, held him, rocked him, swung him, swayed him, soothed him, AH - he's asleep. (repeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it would be lovely if I could catch a quick nap while he slept but there is a sweet 4 year old who needs me. Lily is doing great as a big sister, but she is quick to tell me when I'm not paying enough attention to her. So, while Dev sleeps we keep busy together. Her new favorite thing is Dora Scrabble, and luckily, I find it enjoyable as well. We also spend hours coloring beautiful masterpieces which are hung all over our house. (the fridge is full).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now showering AND changing out of my pj's daily. This is big news! I don't have much computer time, and when I do get here I feel like my brain is mush...putting meaningful sentences together takes a lot of energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Devin is doing really, really well. It was a rough start. But the formula we have him on now seems to be working wonders and now he'll cry in 10 minute intervals rather than hours on end. He seems to be much more comfortable in his own skin, and that makes this momma very happy! We've seen him smile several times, and it is the cutest thing ever! SO much cuter than his perma-scowl. I'm guessing he's at least 12 pounds, as he is outgrowing his 0 to 3 month clothing and fits pretty nicely into 3 to 6 month...yeah, biiiiig boy. He loves his swing, and is starting to like his bouncy seat too. We've introduced him to "Baby Mozart" and "Praise Baby" videos, and he'll actually watch those for a bit now too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lily is fabulous. She loves her brother and is a big help to Jay and I. She seems so much older now - it's freaky. When I read to her, she is now pointing out all of the punctuation marks. "Mom, that is a period. It means the sentence is ending. And that's a comma. You need to pause and take a breath. And when the sentence is a mystery, it ends with a question mark. Did you know that, momma?" She still has issues with her speech - certain letters that she has trouble pronouncing. But now she is AWARE of it. She said to me the other day "Mom, I can't say the "Tay" (K) sound unless it is followed by an "L" like in dance C-L-ass. I think that is just so intewesting!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, she is growing, learning, and maturing...but is still just a funny, happy-go-lucky little girl. We have enjoyed getting outside on the days when it's been warmer, but are ready for spring weather to get here and STAY so we can spend most of our time outside with friends havin' some real fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3603738687790663899?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3603738687790663899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3603738687790663899' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3603738687790663899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3603738687790663899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/03/six-weeks-today.html' title='Six Weeks Today'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Sc6NixA1TSI/AAAAAAAADeE/NoE0W56qA_g/s72-c/DSC04310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6160331718286348908</id><published>2009-03-18T12:49:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:40:42.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our family of four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEpcNBw1HI/AAAAAAAADdk/Q17F2XLAdkM/s1600-h/DSC04169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314574599784027250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEpcNBw1HI/AAAAAAAADdk/Q17F2XLAdkM/s320/DSC04169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our journey to Devin was a crazy, whirlwind of a ride.  We were still grieving the loss of baby #1 when my social worker told me to get some pictures together for her.  The very next week we received a phone call saying that we had been chosen! (this happened ONE DAY before I got the call saying that baby #1 had been born.)  SO, Jay and I decided to go forward with this adoption.  We knew it was a boy, and we both felt in our hearts that our next child was indeed a boy. (Baby #1 was a girl, by the way).  The following week we met the birthparents.  To say the meeting was awkward would be such a ridiculous understatement.  But, we survived, and it was just the beginning of weeks filled with awkward encounters.  I learned to wake up every morning saying "I cannot do this alone, God.  You gotta help me big-time"...and He did.  This experience stretched Jay and I in ways we never dreamed possible.  But, because of it, I got to hear Devin's heartbeat while he was still in the womb.  I got to see him just one hour after he was born, and we got to leave the hospital with our son.  Having a newborn is challenging, to say the least.  Daily showers are no longer a given for this momma.  Heck, getting out of my pj's doesn't happen everyday.  I sleep in 2 1/2 hour intervals at night (on the good nights, that is).  Dev has struggled with gas, or colic, or SOMETHING that has caused him to spend hours wailing at the top of his little lungs.  We are on our third formula with him, and we think the third time is the charm cuz things are improving greatly.  Hallelujah!  All this to say, I feel overwhelmingly blessed to have two beautiful, healthy, perfect little kidlets.  God is good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEpGLK73gI/AAAAAAAADdc/K0Z9eYOrIZk/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314574221328506370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEpGLK73gI/AAAAAAAADdc/K0Z9eYOrIZk/s320/DSC04157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dev and his gramma.  I LOOOOVE this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEohgTTdDI/AAAAAAAADdU/It-6NK1xqNE/s1600-h/DSC04198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314573591345591346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEohgTTdDI/AAAAAAAADdU/It-6NK1xqNE/s320/DSC04198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily's sassy new "do"...she couldn't be any cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEoRYbKUnI/AAAAAAAADdM/sZMjJeVFXL8/s1600-h/DSC04192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314573314353156722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEoRYbKUnI/AAAAAAAADdM/sZMjJeVFXL8/s320/DSC04192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lil entertaining all of us.  (Devin looks like he's trying to figure her out, doesn't he!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEn5sQHwtI/AAAAAAAADdE/x0i95iv56ss/s1600-h/DSC04232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572907358700242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEn5sQHwtI/AAAAAAAADdE/x0i95iv56ss/s320/DSC04232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that face!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEnlM3KLpI/AAAAAAAADc8/or2_cLHUdzU/s1600-h/DSC04251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572555335118482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEnlM3KLpI/AAAAAAAADc8/or2_cLHUdzU/s320/DSC04251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEmsHa_vkI/AAAAAAAADc0/EAKH-mhGfJc/s1600-h/DSC04260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314571574622273090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEmsHa_vkI/AAAAAAAADc0/EAKH-mhGfJc/s320/DSC04260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go out and get myself a sassy "do" too.  Now Lily says we match...yep, practically twins, the two of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6160331718286348908?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6160331718286348908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6160331718286348908' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6160331718286348908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6160331718286348908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-family-of-four.html' title='Our family of four'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/ScEpcNBw1HI/AAAAAAAADdk/Q17F2XLAdkM/s72-c/DSC04169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2392181430242372018</id><published>2009-02-25T20:25:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:41:32.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Devin Jacob...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXWcW-xh2I/AAAAAAAADck/hGlGlkMKB7A/s1600-h/DSC04001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883518619551586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXWcW-xh2I/AAAAAAAADck/hGlGlkMKB7A/s320/DSC04001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXWNj1giVI/AAAAAAAADcc/kd3VUV6osYc/s1600-h/DSC04007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883264372312402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXWNj1giVI/AAAAAAAADcc/kd3VUV6osYc/s320/DSC04007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXVvFX9wsI/AAAAAAAADcU/1dSHlJ1onZs/s1600-h/DSC04060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306882740799259330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXVvFX9wsI/AAAAAAAADcU/1dSHlJ1onZs/s320/DSC04060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXVdYSlU9I/AAAAAAAADcM/ziNMo0PiH9I/s1600-h/DSC04075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306882436639314898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXVdYSlU9I/AAAAAAAADcM/ziNMo0PiH9I/s320/DSC04075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXVLUuPtdI/AAAAAAAADcE/qThxPOzjmgM/s1600-h/DSC04107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306882126443951570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXVLUuPtdI/AAAAAAAADcE/qThxPOzjmgM/s320/DSC04107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXU8BlOLuI/AAAAAAAADb8/CuRAOvlzxCg/s1600-h/DSC04113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881863607791330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXU8BlOLuI/AAAAAAAADb8/CuRAOvlzxCg/s320/DSC04113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXUqTsbmBI/AAAAAAAADb0/1ji7NWCs8v8/s1600-h/DSC04118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881559232223250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXUqTsbmBI/AAAAAAAADb0/1ji7NWCs8v8/s320/DSC04118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXUcl-GsSI/AAAAAAAADbs/JmmKvWXhNbE/s1600-h/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881323620020514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXUcl-GsSI/AAAAAAAADbs/JmmKvWXhNbE/s320/DSC04125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXT_ZBVKqI/AAAAAAAADbk/wZNE5OK-LUo/s1600-h/DSC04136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306880821927684770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXT_ZBVKqI/AAAAAAAADbk/wZNE5OK-LUo/s320/DSC04136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's our "little man" as we call him...or "little blue eyes" as Lily has affectionately nicknamed him.  The court appointment went well today and Devin is officially our son. Praise God!!!  Hope you enjoyed the pictures of our sweet boy - I'll be back soon with the full story on how we became a family of four.  (right now I have an extremely fussy, gassy 11 day old who needs my attention.)  It's ALL good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2392181430242372018?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2392181430242372018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2392181430242372018' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2392181430242372018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2392181430242372018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/02/introducing-devin-jacob.html' title='Introducing Devin Jacob...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaXWcW-xh2I/AAAAAAAADck/hGlGlkMKB7A/s72-c/DSC04001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8719796815130742759</id><published>2009-02-23T20:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:42:51.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaNB7PIOEzI/AAAAAAAADbc/Ptz-g93fnko/s1600-h/DSC04096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306157271901672242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaNB7PIOEzI/AAAAAAAADbc/Ptz-g93fnko/s320/DSC04096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how much life can change in one short month. On January 14th we received a phone call from our Social Worker telling us we had been chosen by another birthmom and dad.  On February 14th our baby was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm skippin' a whole lotta details here...and I will come back with the long version of the story in a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our "risk period" ends this Wednesday at 1:30pm when the birthparents go to court and sign the FINAL paperwork...so to all my prayer warrior friends: please pray that all goes smoothly on Wednesday. THEN, I will be doing a post introducing our SON - and it will include lots of pictures of his perfect little face (and fingers, and toes, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Lily looooooooves him. She is the best big sister ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be back soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8719796815130742759?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8719796815130742759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8719796815130742759' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8719796815130742759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8719796815130742759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SaNB7PIOEzI/AAAAAAAADbc/Ptz-g93fnko/s72-c/DSC04096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-7613627012148725348</id><published>2009-02-03T16:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:44:38.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooooo!!!</title><content type='html'>Can't believe how long it's been!  My dad is always amazed that anyone even reads my blog anymore, due to my infrequent posts...so, for those of you who still check on me, THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;We are doing very well.  Lily is fan-tabulous.  Let's see, she is still lovin' school.  We had our first Parent/Teacher conference and her teachers only had good things to say about her.  They commented that she is focused, driven, and a friend to all of her peers.  Her mommy and daddy could not be prouder.  Oh, they did say she needed to be more skilled at galloping and zipping her coat all by herself, so those things have now been mastered as well.&lt;br /&gt;She is signed up for Kindergarten in the fall...she will be in school from 9am till 4pm.  Lord help me!  I will miss my girl something fierce, but she will love every minute of it.  I'm excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;What else?  She still loves her dance class.  She now claims she doesn't want to be an astronaut when she grows up, but rather a Prima Ballerina.  She walks on her tippy toes all. the. time.  We are happily hibernating, playing lots of Sorry, Trouble, and Yahtzee.  And our favorite days are those spent with my sister and her kiddos...Lily has such a great relationship with her cousins.   They all cannot get enough of each other!  So, that's about it 'round here (for now).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SYicaZktPCI/AAAAAAAADbI/kzV6vwAU42k/s1600-h/DSC03968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298656938956766242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SYicaZktPCI/AAAAAAAADbI/kzV6vwAU42k/s320/DSC03968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daddy loves Lily in a hoodie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SYicJpRmbCI/AAAAAAAADbA/A63OJnUl9IA/s1600-h/DSC03960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298656651113819170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SYicJpRmbCI/AAAAAAAADbA/A63OJnUl9IA/s320/DSC03960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily and cousin Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SYib3A9LGrI/AAAAAAAADa4/M4e9OL8-t6o/s1600-h/DSC03973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298656331053079218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SYib3A9LGrI/AAAAAAAADa4/M4e9OL8-t6o/s320/DSC03973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily and her new BFF, cousin Payton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-7613627012148725348?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/7613627012148725348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=7613627012148725348' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7613627012148725348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7613627012148725348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/02/hellooooooo.html' title='Hellooooooo!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SYicaZktPCI/AAAAAAAADbI/kzV6vwAU42k/s72-c/DSC03968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8590776319366547248</id><published>2009-01-12T17:45:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:12:33.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>Today is the due date of our "would've been" birthmom. (It's also my dad's birthday, so selfishly I hope the baby waits until tomorrow to be born.)  I heard from the grandma today that they are, indeed, still waiting.  I'm waiting too.  This feels like the last chapter in this story.  I am waiting to hear that the baby was born, everything went well, and that the adoptive parents have the beautiful bundle in their arms and are ready to start their lives together.  Then I feel that I can move on completely...2009 is full of endless possibilities for me and my family.  I have learned a lot through this "failed" adoption attempt. First, I've learned that it doesn't make me a failure.  I've learned that it is NOT my job to figure out exactly what God is doing in my life.  It's not for me to always know the end of the story.  I just need to wake up each morning ready to seek God's face and be obedient to whatever He has for me THAT DAY.  So, that is what I'm trying to do.  We are "back to the drawing board" in the Domestic Adoption program, but I have learned so much through this process so far.  I am not the same person I was a few months ago...and that's always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am gathering photos to make a "profile book" for my social worker, to circulate to potential birthmoms. (I've posted a few of them).  And, I am working on a "Dear Birthmother" letter...NOT easy.  AT ALL.  So, that is where we are today.  January 12th, 2009.  We're moving on....one day at a time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWus8nNVLAI/AAAAAAAADX4/HUXvsF7kpko/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512344593804290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWus8nNVLAI/AAAAAAAADX4/HUXvsF7kpko/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWusXolMv3I/AAAAAAAADXw/CqpgLpUwyIY/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290511709307191154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWusXolMv3I/AAAAAAAADXw/CqpgLpUwyIY/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWusLBsBa4I/AAAAAAAADXo/HTx2HEYJFc0/s1600-h/family+Easter+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290511492708395906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWusLBsBa4I/AAAAAAAADXo/HTx2HEYJFc0/s320/family+Easter+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This blog will soon be returning to silly stories, quotes, and pictures of Lily Lin!  hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8590776319366547248?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8590776319366547248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8590776319366547248' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8590776319366547248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8590776319366547248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWus8nNVLAI/AAAAAAAADX4/HUXvsF7kpko/s72-c/DSC00469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6157395807894240056</id><published>2009-01-05T19:45:00.043-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:48:18.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of our Christmas</title><content type='html'>Our family had a very nice Christmas. We got to "celebrate" several times with different family members, so we prolonged the festivities as much as we could. Lily had a fabulous time - and was very vocal in proclaiming her love for the "holiday season". I have posted MANY pictures, because I have been SO bad about doing that with all that has been going on.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWObRMafGMI/AAAAAAAADXg/NpFIgH3i8g0/s1600-h/DSC03857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288241107155491010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWObRMafGMI/AAAAAAAADXg/NpFIgH3i8g0/s320/DSC03857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily lovin' on Uncle Rick, the Saturday before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOa_DgBr0I/AAAAAAAADXY/5KE5Rf1QDLg/s1600-h/DSC03851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288240795525164866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOa_DgBr0I/AAAAAAAADXY/5KE5Rf1QDLg/s320/DSC03851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meeting baby Colton for the first time. Lily LOVED him (she adores babies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOajzVRQFI/AAAAAAAADXQ/q1WeoSSgzGA/s1600-h/DSC03856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288240327328612434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOajzVRQFI/AAAAAAAADXQ/q1WeoSSgzGA/s320/DSC03856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new PJ Posse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOaLVjIy4I/AAAAAAAADXI/Xp_yLVJ0Uno/s1600-h/DSC03872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239907016854402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOaLVjIy4I/AAAAAAAADXI/Xp_yLVJ0Uno/s320/DSC03872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' out on her new "starter drum set". Yeah, she's a rock star for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOZxZRhZaI/AAAAAAAADXA/IdFaRzdHQHQ/s1600-h/DSC03890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239461340112290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOZxZRhZaI/AAAAAAAADXA/IdFaRzdHQHQ/s320/DSC03890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening her new Easy Bake Oven from Papa and Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOZRUNfGyI/AAAAAAAADW4/2KBkhRPwPKI/s1600-h/DSC03901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288238910225193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOZRUNfGyI/AAAAAAAADW4/2KBkhRPwPKI/s320/DSC03901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cute, little chefs ready to bake cakes in their new ovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOYVQ15YJI/AAAAAAAADWo/ZVMFjMInTXU/s1600-h/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237878528794770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOYVQ15YJI/AAAAAAAADWo/ZVMFjMInTXU/s320/DSC03929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily REALLY enjoys her new snowflake puzzle. She could tell just by lookin' at it, that it was a great gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOXazqpxUI/AAAAAAAADWg/qmrL7zmSsc8/s1600-h/DSC03942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288236874264593730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWOXazqpxUI/AAAAAAAADWg/qmrL7zmSsc8/s320/DSC03942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also got a "video game" (by Leapster), from Papa and Booma D. It is wonderful! Keeps her busy, and learning for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWKRyGut83I/AAAAAAAADWY/Bm3qBpWWbMc/s1600-h/DSC03944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287949202472432498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWKRyGut83I/AAAAAAAADWY/Bm3qBpWWbMc/s320/DSC03944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss "Tim" (aka Kim) sent us some Holiday gifts, including these incredibly delicious cupcakes. I'll let you GUESS if Lily enjoyed them!? Thanks again, Kim, your friendship is a TREASURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWKRNJKlX9I/AAAAAAAADWQ/ohDwqNGDS3s/s1600-h/DSC03947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287948567471022034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWKRNJKlX9I/AAAAAAAADWQ/ohDwqNGDS3s/s320/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWKQHGhsGZI/AAAAAAAADWI/0sOXoNVbez8/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287947364171782546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWKQHGhsGZI/AAAAAAAADWI/0sOXoNVbez8/s320/DSC03958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that is how we rang in the New Year! We went to my parent's house, played games, and watched the ball drop. Looks like my mom is sayin' "Well, Lily, that's it! Another year behind us, kiddo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last couple weeks were very difficult for me. I grieved quietly, with very few tears...keeping things just below the surface. I tried to be in the moment as much as I could, because I needed to do that for Lily. BUT, it is a new year, and as of yesterday I am feeling alive again. I'm ready to embrace it, and all it has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank everyone for your comments, emails, phone calls, prayers, and support. It has meant more to me than you will ever know. I also want to say thank you to my sister, Jody. She has been the greatest gift from God to me. She celebrates with me, grieves with me, listens to me (A LOT), prays for me, loves me unconditionally, and yesterday she brought me the most beautiful pink daisies I've ever seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2009 everyone...it's gonna be a GOOD ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6157395807894240056?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6157395807894240056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6157395807894240056' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6157395807894240056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6157395807894240056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2009/01/recap-of-our-christmas.html' title='Recap of our Christmas'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SWObRMafGMI/AAAAAAAADXg/NpFIgH3i8g0/s72-c/DSC03857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3133130029847101132</id><published>2008-12-23T12:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:39:43.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>We wish you a Merry Christmas...and a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We received a phone call last night that has altered our Christmas, and certainly our plans for the new year.  The birthmom called to tell me that she has decided to go with another adoptive family.  So, although this is certainly not how we pictured this story ending, we know that God is still in control.  We are mourning the loss of this baby, but we are praying health, love, and happiness for him/her.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SVESiWBB6kI/AAAAAAAADWA/i2b4RC-2lQg/s1600-h/DSC03861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024219117054530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SVESiWBB6kI/AAAAAAAADWA/i2b4RC-2lQg/s320/DSC03861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Christmas we will be thanking God for the many gifts He has given us...especially the greatest gift of His son, Jesus Christ.  In Him all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone, and I'll be back in the New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3133130029847101132?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3133130029847101132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3133130029847101132' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3133130029847101132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3133130029847101132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-wish-you-merry-christmasand-happy.html' title='We wish you a Merry Christmas...and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SVESiWBB6kI/AAAAAAAADWA/i2b4RC-2lQg/s72-c/DSC03861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2647578796732408845</id><published>2008-12-18T11:28:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:49:24.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkin' in</title><content type='html'>I feel I should apologize for the roller-coaster ride I've taken you on with our domestic adoption. Now I see why they told us at our informational meeting NOT to post stuff about it on your blog. Oops. Live and learn, right? But, I've already spilled the beans, so there is no reason to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;So, our adoption is, indeed, moving forward. Thank you for all of your comments, emails, texts, phone calls, and PRAYERS! I am so blessed to have such an incredible support system here! We are back on track, and SO looking forward to meeting our baby!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SUpeh72Fx-I/AAAAAAAADV4/h0SzNKJndWg/s1600-h/DSC03755.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SUpeh72Fx-I/AAAAAAAADV4/h0SzNKJndWg/s1600-h/DSC03755.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281137450138585058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SUpeh72Fx-I/AAAAAAAADV4/h0SzNKJndWg/s320/DSC03755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of Lily has nothing to do with this post. I just threw it in here cuz I know some of you miss seeing her cute, little mug. (Don't worry, she's not foaming at the mouth...it's just powdered sugar from a very healthy breakfast the other morning.)&lt;p&gt;She is doin' great! Today she had her "holiday parties" at preschool AND dance class, so tonite she declared "This was the BEST Thursday EVER!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you are enjoying all the beauty of the season as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2647578796732408845?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2647578796732408845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2647578796732408845' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2647578796732408845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2647578796732408845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/12/checkin-in.html' title='Checkin&apos; in'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SUpeh72Fx-I/AAAAAAAADV4/h0SzNKJndWg/s72-c/DSC03755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-7437097366690335198</id><published>2008-12-13T23:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:08:29.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers needed (again)</title><content type='html'>I can't go into details here, but I am requesting everyone to pray for our domestic adoption. Things have gone downhill quickly, and it will take nothing less than a miracle to save it now. I am broken hearted for my family, and I am also hurting for the birthmom and her family. I have grown to care very much for them, and the demise is in no way her fault. She has been wonderful. It's complicated, but know that I am on my knees here...and I would so appreciate it if you'd join me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-7437097366690335198?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/7437097366690335198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=7437097366690335198' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7437097366690335198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7437097366690335198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayers-needed-again.html' title='Prayers needed (again)'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2423239684862136184</id><published>2008-12-04T19:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:48:10.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>Christmas is around the corner, and we are ready.  This year we are not exchanging presents, but will celebrate simply by being together and really focusing on the "reason for the season".  Oh, and we'll be gettin' ready for our baby:)  Projected time of arrival is approximately January 8th.  The birthmom is out of state, so my parents will be traveling with Lily and I.  Originally we thought we would be living out of a hotel while there (for about two weeks), but now we have a house to stay in - free of charge.  A very gracious and wonderful woman has offered her home to us, to avoid the financial burden of a hotel room.  Wow.  God has been moving mountains for us here - I feel so blessed to be a part of it all.  I know I don't update much these days, but that will change when the baby is home with us.  Until then, just keep all of us in your prayers...thank you so much!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SThYkVaDjoI/AAAAAAAADVw/IeNNs_xmCs4/s1600-h/DSC03731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276064344709500546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SThYkVaDjoI/AAAAAAAADVw/IeNNs_xmCs4/s320/DSC03731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than that, not much is new.  Things are going well here.  Thanksgiving was nice.  Lily requested to be the "pray-er" before our feast.  It went something like this "Thank you God for this best Thanksgiving ever...let us be nice to each other and not mean to each other...thank you for this turkey...in your name, Haymen!"  She is still loving preschool and church and making lots of friends wherever she goes.  She still dances and piroettes to get somewhere, rather than walking.  Life is good. &lt;br /&gt;Later, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2423239684862136184?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2423239684862136184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2423239684862136184' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2423239684862136184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2423239684862136184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SThYkVaDjoI/AAAAAAAADVw/IeNNs_xmCs4/s72-c/DSC03731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3745152686946507661</id><published>2008-11-23T16:30:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:51:42.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My graceful girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271939052827217106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSmwovlGjNI/AAAAAAAADU4/1yDefAHlfqA/s320/DSC03616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lily loves life - loves to be with people, read books, play games, LAUGH, go to school and church...but one of her greatest loves is dance. She is in her element when she is dancing, and it is such a joy to watch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSmwNFAJIBI/AAAAAAAADUw/3DazqtAAdmg/s1600-h/DSC03623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271938577541439506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSmwNFAJIBI/AAAAAAAADUw/3DazqtAAdmg/s320/DSC03623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSmv23tyewI/AAAAAAAADUo/xndeA8J7x-Y/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271938196017675010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSmv23tyewI/AAAAAAAADUo/xndeA8J7x-Y/s320/DSC03646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl brings such joy into our lives.  I am thankful for SO much in my life, but the gift of being her mom is at the top of the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray everyone has a happy Thanksgiving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3745152686946507661?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3745152686946507661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3745152686946507661' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3745152686946507661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3745152686946507661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-graceful-girl.html' title='My graceful girl'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSmwovlGjNI/AAAAAAAADU4/1yDefAHlfqA/s72-c/DSC03616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3699828703473407596</id><published>2008-11-21T00:33:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:14:29.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Braden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSYtLTXYilI/AAAAAAAADUg/7BlpF75zO-U/s1600-h/DSC03642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270950086083906130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSYtLTXYilI/AAAAAAAADUg/7BlpF75zO-U/s320/DSC03642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew Braden is seven years old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, being the loving and kind aunt that I am - I decided to post these embarrassing pictures on my blog in his honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry buddy, but when you put on Lily's butterfly wings and grabbed her wand you shouldn't have "posed" for me! And, you and your brother should both know that if you put on tu-tu's, I'm GONNA take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I love this kid! He is ALL boy (despite the pictures) - and he has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, B-Dog. XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSYsoF37CoI/AAAAAAAADUY/MRrhb3MygHU/s1600-h/DSC03632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949481166867074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSYsoF37CoI/AAAAAAAADUY/MRrhb3MygHU/s320/DSC03632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3699828703473407596?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3699828703473407596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3699828703473407596' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3699828703473407596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3699828703473407596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-braden.html' title='Happy Birthday, Braden!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SSYtLTXYilI/AAAAAAAADUg/7BlpF75zO-U/s72-c/DSC03642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8227142634480960139</id><published>2008-11-13T09:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:19:52.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRurfAuCvrI/AAAAAAAADUQ/gIqcVxoC4UU/s1600-h/DSC03492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267992738397339314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRurfAuCvrI/AAAAAAAADUQ/gIqcVxoC4UU/s320/DSC03492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pics were taken at the Cider Mill about a month ago - but since I am the Queen of Blog Slackers these days, I am just now posting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good here...Lily is as sweet as ever. Seriously. This was our conversation yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "Mom, how did I get to be your daughter when I was so far away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, mommy can't grow babies in her belly, so my babies grow in another person's belly - and then when they are born, I can adopt them into my family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "So, after I was born - that is when God gave you my picture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, I got a picture of you when you were 8 months old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRurEFKFqTI/AAAAAAAADUI/iHaEzKqhYv8/s1600-h/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267992275732244786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRurEFKFqTI/AAAAAAAADUI/iHaEzKqhYv8/s320/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily (again): "But, mommy, don't all people from China have dark hair and brown eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "Then, how did you know it was ME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Because you have lots of special features that make you different from the other people in China."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "So, after you saw me in my picture you came and got me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, then daddy and I got in a plane and went to China to bring you home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: "I'm so glad mommy, cuz I always wanted you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Aw, Lily. I always wanted you too. I loved you long before I ever even saw your picture, sweet girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, I love you more everyday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRuo2Ih1jAI/AAAAAAAADUA/ej-xse1rw_k/s1600-h/DSC03489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267989837095734274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRuo2Ih1jAI/AAAAAAAADUA/ej-xse1rw_k/s320/DSC03489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She seems to be asking more and more (specific)questions about how we came to be a family. Now that she sees babies growing in the bellies of friends who are pregnant, and with all of the talk about her soon-to-be baby brother/sister...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just pray God continues to give me wisdom in how to answer these complex questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this finds you all well. And, Michelle, if you are reading this: Happy Birthday to you!!! Lily says "Don't get crazy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8227142634480960139?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8227142634480960139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8227142634480960139' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8227142634480960139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8227142634480960139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRurfAuCvrI/AAAAAAAADUQ/gIqcVxoC4UU/s72-c/DSC03492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6472617271232552627</id><published>2008-11-06T22:28:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:00:51.579-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors, Halloween, and update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROf7rOcEII/AAAAAAAADT4/tOj6BUuKwvg/s1600-h/DSC03503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265728236890624130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROf7rOcEII/AAAAAAAADT4/tOj6BUuKwvg/s320/DSC03503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little lady came to visit us last week...we were so thrilled to meet her. She is a beautiful, sweet, miracle baby and we feel so blessed to know her. Can't wait to see you again (and your mommy too)!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Lily look good holding a baby!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROfQPpeUUI/AAAAAAAADTw/fDRYi1l_4Ek/s1600-h/DSC03504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265727490753450306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROfQPpeUUI/AAAAAAAADTw/fDRYi1l_4Ek/s320/DSC03504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROc7-TSZgI/AAAAAAAADTo/__GMpuB8CuE/s1600-h/DSC03511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265724943476352514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROc7-TSZgI/AAAAAAAADTo/__GMpuB8CuE/s320/DSC03511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had another very special visitor! Gee-Gee came to town for a week and we enjoyed every moment. She lights up our life so much when she is here, and we miss her like crazy when she leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween was good this year. Lily was a princess, ballerina fairy. A very hodge podge costume, but it cost less than 10 dollars, so I was all for it. (plus, she thought she was pretty fabulous in it.) She decided she didn't want to go trick-or-treating, so we passed out candy instead and had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROcVmIzovI/AAAAAAAADTg/BGrnYouxEB4/s1600-h/DSC03524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265724284154913522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROcVmIzovI/AAAAAAAADTg/BGrnYouxEB4/s320/DSC03524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the leader in her school parade. Strutted her little self around in her cool shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRObTfVHObI/AAAAAAAADTY/YEX-2jtdqa0/s1600-h/DSC03535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265723148456114610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SRObTfVHObI/AAAAAAAADTY/YEX-2jtdqa0/s320/DSC03535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROasbzBX6I/AAAAAAAADTQ/sgySaUm3JMI/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265722477492920226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROasbzBX6I/AAAAAAAADTQ/sgySaUm3JMI/s320/DSC03547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily's preschool class. They are all adorable and wonderful. She has made some amazing friends this year! (Oh, and she is learning A LOT too.)&lt;br /&gt;She loves school more than I can express. She is a happy girl, most days. She's amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby update: projected due date is Jan 12. I am planning on driving there (out of state) with my parents and Lily to be present for the birth. We have chosen our name(s) - we won't know the sex of the child until he/she makes an appearance! Other than that, we are just quickly trying to get our family and home ready for an infant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, everyone, for your words of support and congratulations. It means sooo much to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will, eventually, share the whole story with you - and someday I'll visit all my favorite blogs again! But, for now, I'm gettin' ready for a baby! WOO HOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6472617271232552627?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6472617271232552627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6472617271232552627' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6472617271232552627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6472617271232552627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/11/visitors-halloween-and-update.html' title='Visitors, Halloween, and update'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SROf7rOcEII/AAAAAAAADT4/tOj6BUuKwvg/s72-c/DSC03503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6422037302355074977</id><published>2008-10-30T23:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:57:58.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>OK people, I am exhausted...the butterflies that have made their home in my belly are keeping me up at night.  Which isn't good, considering there will soon be a baby keeping me up at night!  Jay and I are switching from the Korea program to the Domestic program because we have been "chosen" (hallelujah) by a birthmom to be the adoptive parents of the child she will be giving birth to in January!  Everything has happened very quickly - it has been a total "God thing" and I will share all of the beautiful details in time.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share my happy, happy news with any of my friends who still check in on me here.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Lily is over the moon excited that she will be a big sister in 2(ish) months, rather than in 2(ish) years!  Woo hoo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6422037302355074977?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6422037302355074977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6422037302355074977' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6422037302355074977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6422037302355074977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-coming-soon.html' title='Baby Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5397342469274987750</id><published>2008-10-20T08:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:32:21.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just wanted to show everyone we're still alive and well.  Just have some MAJOR stuff goin' on in our lives right now - and it's keepin' me from blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9382f0a97921aa58" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9382f0a97921aa58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BCACC73D03DE206DD69530C16285755415FE61B.7FB7F89221BD1F798FD1A7732ECAA41910E3A3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9382f0a97921aa58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcMXT5_cOYb_HvgCiq_9Z4lJx68k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9382f0a97921aa58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BCACC73D03DE206DD69530C16285755415FE61B.7FB7F89221BD1F798FD1A7732ECAA41910E3A3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9382f0a97921aa58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcMXT5_cOYb_HvgCiq_9Z4lJx68k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;We'll be back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5397342469274987750?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9382f0a97921aa58&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5397342469274987750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5397342469274987750' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5397342469274987750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5397342469274987750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-monday.html' title='Movie Monday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4784373311473546453</id><published>2008-10-12T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:40:01.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Tidbits at 4 years, 4 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SPFdbEK0ncI/AAAAAAAADTI/ywxfbK-1eEY/s1600-h/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256084959675063746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SPFdbEK0ncI/AAAAAAAADTI/ywxfbK-1eEY/s320/DSC03484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, today my baby is four years AND four months old. Ask her and she'll tell ya she'll be "foe and a half at Pwissmiss." I remind her on a daily basis that no matter how big she gets, she will ALWAYS be my baby. And, as much as my heart IS longing for another baby...I am really cherishing the incredibly special relationship that Lily and I have. There are so many times when it's just the two of us - and we truly enjoy each other's company. We do art projects, play Zingo, play "tag" outside, read books, tell stories, dance, sing, pray, and LAUGH...and LAUGH...(and LAUGH!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are some recent Lil Tidbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her pre-school teacher relayed the first one to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-In class, they were discussing the differences between people - different features, skin colors, etc. Lily piped in with "My skin is tan because I was born in China and my parents flew on an airplane to get me!" Another time she excitedly exclaimed "We are different, but we are ALL God's creation!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Jay brought her up to see me at work one evening. She LOVES to help me around the restaurant, so I was letting her set some tables, and ring in some orders on the computer. She was so happy she nearly burst - next thing I know, she has herself wrapped around my leg and is squealing "I have DA BEST mommy!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-There are still nights when she struggles to sleep well in her own bed. One night she called for me and explained that she was "having a hard time" and wanted to sleep in bed with mommy. I gave in and told her she could, so she began gathering Baby Spot and her blankie, but then sheepishly asked "how will my dad feel about this?" Another time she insisted that she couldn't sleep in her bed because "the wild noises outside my window make me nu-viss(nervous)." I told her to pray about it, so she did and managed to fall asleep. The next morning she told me that God took away the noises for her...and we haven't had a problem since!  By the way, we live in a normal, and quiet neighborhood.  There are no wild and crazy things going on outside.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl is a total sponge - so I am always extremely careful with the words I choose to say (especially when she is around). Unfortunately, not everyone does this. So, she has said and done some things that I don't appreciate. But, I realize these are all life lessons. We have had many discussions about only following or repeating someone who is making good choices and being a good example. Most of the time, she is really good about discerning which behaviors she can copy. However, I have still heard more times than I'd like "this is boring" or "I'm not INTO this, mom." Oh, and my favorite (picked up from a pre-school friend) "If you do that again, I'm not playing with you anymore." But, I know not to expect perfection from her...she's the first to remind me that only God is perfect - "we all make mistakes." Her pre-school teacher said to me the other day "All your days with Lily must be filled with such joy." And they are, they truly are. I think I will be forever pinching myself over this sweet girl who is so much more than a dream come true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictured: Lily and her friend Molly, age 2. At our last play-date Lily said "Mowee is so cute, I could just eat her up!" (told ya she's a sponge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4784373311473546453?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4784373311473546453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4784373311473546453' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4784373311473546453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4784373311473546453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/10/lil-tidbits-at-4-years-4-months.html' title='Lil Tidbits at 4 years, 4 months...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SPFdbEK0ncI/AAAAAAAADTI/ywxfbK-1eEY/s72-c/DSC03484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3162593758740576467</id><published>2008-10-07T22:18:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:54:15.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOwcADzdzbI/AAAAAAAADTA/QOC9g_v5kZc/s1600-h/DSC03412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254605652581273010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOwcADzdzbI/AAAAAAAADTA/QOC9g_v5kZc/s320/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dance class is back in session.  Lily loves it just as much this year as she did last...and she and Lexi are in the same class again, which makes them both very happy.  They're like two peas.&lt;br /&gt;She is still loving preschool and really comes alive when we get to school.  (even when she is crabby with me - she snaps out of it as soon as she sees her school friends).  She has declared Jadyn her BFF, but tells all of the kids that they will be "fwiends foweva."  We've had a couple playdates, and I'm so proud of her for being a very good friend (most of the time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOwagNP8NyI/AAAAAAAADSw/_HQkk7gQB9g/s1600-h/DSC03426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254604005849184034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOwagNP8NyI/AAAAAAAADSw/_HQkk7gQB9g/s320/DSC03426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, due to the fact that everyone is back to the busy fall schedule...Lily is missing her friend Wyatt.  He still lives across the street, but they haven't played together in weeks.  She misses her prince...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't get to see her cousin Payton much either anymore...he hasn't even been over since she made "the warning signs" for him!  We've gotta do something about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful for my sweet friends, and am &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOwZ4BrBS3I/AAAAAAAADSo/unIrFwfT8JE/s1600-h/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254603315546770290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOwZ4BrBS3I/AAAAAAAADSo/unIrFwfT8JE/s320/DSC03398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy to see my daughter forming wonderful relationships in her young life...I hope some of these kiddos are her friends forever.  Wouldn't that be neat?  I mean, I'm old enough now to be able to say to one of my girlfriends "We've been friends for 20 plus years!"  And it doesn't matter how much time passes between our get-togethers, we are always able to quickly pick up where we left off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I will also say that I am thankful for my online friends.  Ya'll rock. XO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3162593758740576467?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3162593758740576467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3162593758740576467' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3162593758740576467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3162593758740576467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendships.html' title='Friendships...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOwcADzdzbI/AAAAAAAADTA/QOC9g_v5kZc/s72-c/DSC03412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-7792911231841110864</id><published>2008-10-04T21:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:26:21.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd9e63c16cbc469a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd9e63c16cbc469a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54FD67A40C60198931563AEE0D986FECF1EFA172.75D23F61DF884F1D57F728CD5FAE08466F058BD0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd9e63c16cbc469a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKWmw08ADTzg12RFSCzSOeTO42d0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd9e63c16cbc469a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54FD67A40C60198931563AEE0D986FECF1EFA172.75D23F61DF884F1D57F728CD5FAE08466F058BD0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd9e63c16cbc469a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKWmw08ADTzg12RFSCzSOeTO42d0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Lily's new favorite video is Veggie Tales "Silly Songs: Dance of the Cucumber"...she watches it at least twice a day.  This is her singing to my personal favorite song - Sport Utility Vehicle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-7792911231841110864?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bd9e63c16cbc469a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/7792911231841110864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=7792911231841110864' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7792911231841110864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7792911231841110864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/10/veggie-tales.html' title='Veggie Tales'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4684419063024285096</id><published>2008-10-01T14:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:26:00.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware!  Don't go in there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOPIwJarJQI/AAAAAAAADSg/AJ1PN-_RaRU/s1600-h/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252262319931204866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOPIwJarJQI/AAAAAAAADSg/AJ1PN-_RaRU/s320/DSC03461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have much to post about these days.  That's not to say that Lily isn't being blogworthy, it's just that I haven't been feeling very creative.  So, I haven't written much down, and I haven't picked up my camera much.  Shame on me, yes.  But, summer is gone.  And, it is gonna take me a minute to be OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one day last week Lily was out at the kitchen table doing crafts.  I saw her with her scissors and her red paper, but really had no idea what she was up to.  Minutes later she was grabbing the "sticky tape" and hanging these little pictures on all of our doors, and leading up to our stairway.  She explained to me that it was a person with a line through it.  The purpose: when we have her cousin Payton over, he will know not to go into the rooms or up the stairs...so I can keep a better eye on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOPINlZpZ-I/AAAAAAAADSY/uNG8MZozBs0/s1600-h/DSC03464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252261726147667938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOPINlZpZ-I/AAAAAAAADSY/uNG8MZozBs0/s320/DSC03464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think it will work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4684419063024285096?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4684419063024285096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4684419063024285096' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4684419063024285096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4684419063024285096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/10/beware-dont-go-in-there.html' title='Beware!  Don&apos;t go in there!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SOPIwJarJQI/AAAAAAAADSg/AJ1PN-_RaRU/s72-c/DSC03461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-948620352641172985</id><published>2008-09-24T23:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:48:33.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatcha doin' in there????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNsJ0g88RUI/AAAAAAAADSQ/L4PzzdwSMyo/s1600-h/DSC03459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249800588433835330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNsJ0g88RUI/AAAAAAAADSQ/L4PzzdwSMyo/s320/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading books one night last week, Lily's face disappeared into her pajamas (as pictured), and I could hear her muffled whispers. So I, of course, asked her what she was doin' in there. To which she replied "pwaying". I asked her why she had her head in her PJs to pray...and her reply was "Cuz God is in my heart - and my heart is in here!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if that wasn't sweet enough...I leaned in closer to hear her prayer. It went something like this: "God and Jesus, pwease heal my papa cuz he got hit on his moto-cycle...and take care of ev-wee-one in da world. I love you soooo much. Haymen." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, my dad had been hit by a car while riding his motorcycle and got banged up a bit - but he is fine...PRAISE THE LORD!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that she is praying on her own now. She will randomly list different people off at night for God to take care of. She mentions family members that live out of state (she does NOT understand why people we love choose to live OUT of this fine state) haha. I also love how much she is learning about God, and how she truly loves Him already, at her young age. She talks about Him all the time. In the car the other day she was rattling on and on..."Mommy, when we do some-ting bad, it's called a sin but God takes our sins and puts them FAR away. I learned dat fwom my devotional you wead me evewee-day." She has plenty of questions about Him too. (Why is He a spirit? How can I hear Him when I can't SEE Him? etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just amazes me over and over again. I keep thinking that one of these days the "awe" factor will subside a bit, but that's not happening. I am 100%, crazy, ga-ga, head over heals in love with this child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preschool is going extremely well. She loves it SO much, and has already made some buddies - we actually have our first "playdate" after class tomorrow. A couple of the other moms have volunteered in class already and they both commented to me on how "smart" and "sweet" Lily is. Makes a momma very proud! And, I'm taking advantage of that time to myself - it's been really good for me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's it for now. We're just enjoying our fall - although, it still feels a whole lot like summer around here. (and I'm NOT complaining)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-948620352641172985?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/948620352641172985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=948620352641172985' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/948620352641172985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/948620352641172985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatcha-doin-in-there.html' title='Whatcha doin&apos; in there????'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNsJ0g88RUI/AAAAAAAADSQ/L4PzzdwSMyo/s72-c/DSC03459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5083143164261337171</id><published>2008-09-20T18:41:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:49:20.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Plum Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWZcFIxTUI/AAAAAAAADSI/V5WhWh6wbkE/s1600-h/DSC03433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248269648464530754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWZcFIxTUI/AAAAAAAADSI/V5WhWh6wbkE/s320/DSC03433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWMNGD0_pI/AAAAAAAADSA/wEDz4bhm0Jo/s1600-h/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248255097363037842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWMNGD0_pI/AAAAAAAADSA/wEDz4bhm0Jo/s320/DSC03437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWLiv9Y4cI/AAAAAAAADR4/9HdWn_FoAcA/s1600-h/DSC03443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248254369875943874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWLiv9Y4cI/AAAAAAAADR4/9HdWn_FoAcA/s320/DSC03443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWI12H_8fI/AAAAAAAADRw/0e43damO8ic/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248251399413690866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWI12H_8fI/AAAAAAAADRw/0e43damO8ic/s320/DSC03453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWINXKBAOI/AAAAAAAADRo/VwD7oA6EMok/s1600-h/DSC03455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248250703905882338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWINXKBAOI/AAAAAAAADRo/VwD7oA6EMok/s320/DSC03455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWHP_NySdI/AAAAAAAADRg/Spg4DvOYM-o/s1600-h/DSC03457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248249649507224018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWHP_NySdI/AAAAAAAADRg/Spg4DvOYM-o/s320/DSC03457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay took the day off on Friday to watch Lily (my sister normally watches her, but she went out of town). They had a wonderful day together spending money at the mall. This is why Jay could NEVER be a stay-at-home dad...we would have exactly zero dollars and zero cents. Anyhoo, her favorite purchase of the day is a pink pair of wings that she has been wearing non-stop. She is a self-declared "sugar pwum fawee", and she can be found prancing, dancing (and then bowing while instructing us to clap), spinning, and singing in her new wings.  Oh, and you know the ensemble just wouldn't be complete without her ballerina costume and her magic wand!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5083143164261337171?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5083143164261337171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5083143164261337171' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5083143164261337171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5083143164261337171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/09/sugar-plum-fairy.html' title='Sugar Plum Fairy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNWZcFIxTUI/AAAAAAAADSI/V5WhWh6wbkE/s72-c/DSC03433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-44364372864136130</id><published>2008-09-17T12:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:48:56.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's first day of preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE4uhCbQXI/AAAAAAAADRU/eQP5AvXsgXc/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247037412657021298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE4uhCbQXI/AAAAAAAADRU/eQP5AvXsgXc/s320/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily started preschool on Monday.  This is the short version (in pictures) of how the day went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving Spot a hug and kiss goodbye in the morning...telling him she would be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with daddy in front of her new school, before going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE4CaHTviI/AAAAAAAADRM/QL4GwCaWdK4/s1600-h/DSC03417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247036654884208162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE4CaHTviI/AAAAAAAADRM/QL4GwCaWdK4/s320/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE3T01GEbI/AAAAAAAADRE/pNkvN4e2fwc/s1600-h/DSC03418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247035854601720242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE3T01GEbI/AAAAAAAADRE/pNkvN4e2fwc/s320/DSC03418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing out her locker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling daddy she was ready to go to school now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya after!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE2pqZ-4-I/AAAAAAAADQ8/GGuCDOWXgTI/s1600-h/DSC03420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247035130249143266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE2pqZ-4-I/AAAAAAAADQ8/GGuCDOWXgTI/s320/DSC03420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE2B4zMyHI/AAAAAAAADQ0/fuqMhhSCzhs/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247034446918240370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE2B4zMyHI/AAAAAAAADQ0/fuqMhhSCzhs/s320/DSC03421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class the teacher has the students line up against the wall and wait until their name is called to be dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE1N-PYnGI/AAAAAAAADQs/dr8on8BaR_4/s1600-h/DSC03422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247033555025435746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE1N-PYnGI/AAAAAAAADQs/dr8on8BaR_4/s320/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily's name was called, so she ran to mommy to tell her all about her first day at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE0StAnU5I/AAAAAAAADQk/stwN_pflnTM/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247032536787800978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE0StAnU5I/AAAAAAAADQk/stwN_pflnTM/s320/DSC03423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we celebrated with cupcakes...Lily's favorite.  Day one was a HUGE success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here's the long version.  Feel free to skip this part...I just wanted to capture the entire day to look back on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had butterflies in my stomache all morning, just thinking of taking my baby girl to school and leaving her there.  Lily seemed partly excited/partly disinterested about the whole thing.  Jay worked a half day, so he met us at her school for the drop off.  She was so thrilled to see him there!  We went in and she quickly found her locker and put her belongings inside.  Then she excitedly said "I'm ready mom, I'm ready!  Where's my teacher!?"  Meanwhile, the hallway is rapidly filling up with more kids, and their parents.  A few minutes later, in what I would best describe as "partially organized chaos", her teacher arrived and instructed her students to use the bathroom before heading down to class.  Lily went into the girls' bathroom and Jay and I just kinda stood out in the hall - not knowing exactly what to do.  We weren't needed for anything else, but I didn't feel comfortable leaving yet.  I mean, I hadn't really said goodbye.  Plus, I was basically freaking out about Lily being in the restroom alone.  This is what was going thru my brain: 'was she able to get her underpants AND bloomers off, was she able to lift her dress up enough, and prop herself up on the big toilet?  Did she get enough toilet paper, wipe good without leaving drips?  Get her clothes back on right?  Is she scared that we left already?  Does she know her teacher is waiting for her in the hallway or is she scared that she didn't wait for her?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood there, working myself into a little frenzy, for what seemed like an eternity.  (it was probably about 5 minutes).  What was taking her so long?  I looked at Jay and said "I'm goin' in".  I walked into the restroom , and there were kids everywhere - I located Lily's little blue shoes under the second stall, and called out her name.  She replied "Mommy, I can't get the toilet to flush."  I had her unlock the door and I went in to help her.  Poor thing, it was an automatic flusher, and it was just waiting for her to step away from the toilet.  With that mystery solved, I observed my girl - she had managed on her own.  So, she proceeded out to the sinks to wash up, and we were out.  Her teacher met us at the door, I got a quick kiss goodbye - and she was off to her first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay and I made small talk with one of the other moms on our way out to the car.  Then I got in my car and the tears just came, one after another in a steady stream...I think I could've cried for an hour, but Jay climbed into the passenger seat and started to gently tease me.  So, I got a grip, and we went to kill some time together.  We went to lunch, did some shopping (looking, no buying)...the time seemed to drag. (sorry Jay)  Finally, it was time to pick her up.  So, back to school we went.  When she came down the hall to see us, she was ALL smiles.  First thing she said was, "Mom, I didn't paint, but I had fun.  I love school."  She went on to tell us about Circle Time and Book Time and how she made a chain with links, and how her teacher said she couldn't take it home with her  - even when she asked her AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she made new friends.  "Anabel is allergic to carrots" she chirped happily.  "And we had circle crackers for snack, and there was a carrot on my napkin too, but I didn't eat that."  (I'm guessing that Anabel didn't either)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the day was a wonderful success.  We went home and made her favorite dinner, spaghetti pie, and cupcakes for dessert.  I'm so proud of my big girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Day 3, and things are still going wonderfully.  Lily truly seems to love school, and her teacher says she is doing great.  And, I haven't shed another tear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-44364372864136130?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/44364372864136130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=44364372864136130' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/44364372864136130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/44364372864136130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/09/lilys-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Lily&apos;s first day of preschool'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SNE4uhCbQXI/AAAAAAAADRU/eQP5AvXsgXc/s72-c/DSC03414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-1683811461765904023</id><published>2008-09-13T22:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:43:55.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Tidbits  (from a not so lil girl)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMx0SbMSGEI/AAAAAAAADQc/vgZmGEfHdsc/s1600-h/DSC03396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245695525865527362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMx0SbMSGEI/AAAAAAAADQc/vgZmGEfHdsc/s320/DSC03396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you know by now, Lily is a constant source of entertainment for us.  She is always saying things that make us smile - and lately I have been blown away by how mature she is getting.  She'll say something and I'll laugh, and she'll say "Why are you laughing at that mom?  You say that all the time."  So, I have to explain to her that for some reason when I say it, it's not funny...but to hear a 4 year old say the same thing - it is pretty amusing.  When she cocks her head and says "Oh, for goodness sake!"  I can't help but chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more examples of her recent (maturing) tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;-She and my niece were playing in the other room and Logan (my 8 year old niece) came to me and said "Aunt Nikki, Lily says we need to compromise...what IS compromise!?"  So, I told her to go ask Lily what it meant, since it was her idea afterall.  A few minutes later Logan returned saying "Lily says it's kinda like sharing when one person wants to do one thing and another person wants to do something else."  So, I just kinda smiled and said "Sounds good to me, Logan, now why don't you back and see if the two of you can compromise."  Logan smiled at me and asked "How does Lily know this stuff!?"  (I later found out that Winnie the Pooh had taught our girl this particular nugget.)&lt;br /&gt;-She was playing school  in her playroom and ran out saying "Mom, c'mere, I wanna show you something."  So, I went and saw that she had written the numbers 1 thru 12 on her chalkboard.  She told me she had been practicing.  "With who?" I asked.  She pointed to a chair full of her dolls and stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;-We were playing school together (I was the student and she was the teacher)...she told me her name was Teacher Lucy.  Then she tooted.  Without skipping a beat she looked directly at me and firmly said "Students, teachers pass gas."&lt;br /&gt;-The other night after reading her devotional she said "Mom, I need a bible.  I can't listen to what God says to me if I don't have a bible."  (P.S. She has a bible.)&lt;br /&gt;-Yesterday I was getting her in her carseat and she pushed my hand away saying "I can do it by myself, mom.  I'm a big girl now."  She got herself situated in her seat and proceeded talking "I remember exactly where my locker is at school, so Monday when I go I'll put my stuff in there all by myself, cuz I heard my teacher say she wants us to be independent."  I was thinking about how big my girl is getting...overhearing her teacher at orientation tell one of the other moms that she wanted her students to become more independent - she had taken it all in and decided that she was going to show her teacher just how independent she is.  wow.  But then she interrupted my thoughts by saying "Um, mom.  I still need you to do my buckle."  Phew.  I guess I'm still needed for something. (for now, anyway!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-1683811461765904023?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/1683811461765904023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=1683811461765904023' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1683811461765904023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1683811461765904023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/09/lil-tidbits-from-not-so-lil-girl.html' title='Lil Tidbits  (from a not so lil girl)'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMx0SbMSGEI/AAAAAAAADQc/vgZmGEfHdsc/s72-c/DSC03396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6136510421614381849</id><published>2008-09-09T00:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:51:23.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX6_v2XrmI/AAAAAAAACV0/GuD65QsCgoA/s1600-h/DSC03269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243873314226024034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX6_v2XrmI/AAAAAAAACV0/GuD65QsCgoA/s320/DSC03269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to believe that summer has come to an end, and fall is in the air. It's always hard for me to say goodbye, but this year seems especially difficult. We had such a great time in the water and the sand. (these pics were taken last weekend...our last hoorah, if you will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, fall does have many wonderful things to offer. We're looking forward to Lily starting preschool (in 6 days) and starting dance class (in 2 days). Going to the Cider Mill, playing in the leaves, going for long walks in the cooler temperatures...the list goes on. I'm just the nostalgic sort, and I'm reluctant to say hello to a new season, when it means I must let go of the one that came before it. But, such is life. So, I look back on summer with a smile - it brought us much joy.&lt;br /&gt;Lily is ready for a new season. She is excited to start school and make new friends. She can't wait to get back to dancing, and of course she still claims that winter is her favorite season. She even starting rattling off her Christmas list for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX6EnTl95I/AAAAAAAACVs/AhSuyz5aD7M/s1600-h/DSC03258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872298320394130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX6EnTl95I/AAAAAAAACVs/AhSuyz5aD7M/s320/DSC03258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX5cbGP74I/AAAAAAAACVk/w62uBT5jRD0/s1600-h/DSC03266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243871607848431490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX5cbGP74I/AAAAAAAACVk/w62uBT5jRD0/s320/DSC03266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX4uoYpI7I/AAAAAAAACVc/b-4t8e5kcEY/s1600-h/DSC03265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243870821141259186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX4uoYpI7I/AAAAAAAACVc/b-4t8e5kcEY/s320/DSC03265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX3cLjgI0I/AAAAAAAACVU/hR1W27AVvmA/s1600-h/DSC03384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243869404652905282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX3cLjgI0I/AAAAAAAACVU/hR1W27AVvmA/s320/DSC03384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX2zK2YzuI/AAAAAAAACVM/ldccdyw0mKY/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243868700089044706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX2zK2YzuI/AAAAAAAACVM/ldccdyw0mKY/s320/DSC03387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX2A1OpOiI/AAAAAAAACVE/h4cp8GPVIZo/s1600-h/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243867835291744802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX2A1OpOiI/AAAAAAAACVE/h4cp8GPVIZo/s320/DSC03385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell sweet summer! Until we meet again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6136510421614381849?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6136510421614381849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6136510421614381849' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6136510421614381849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6136510421614381849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Hard to say goodbye...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SMX6_v2XrmI/AAAAAAAACV0/GuD65QsCgoA/s72-c/DSC03269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-7112979502708345441</id><published>2008-09-02T08:44:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:00:53.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend - worth the drive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL1DJeo3A0I/AAAAAAAACU8/lc70VkE7tBA/s1600-h/DSC03377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419371451450178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL1DJeo3A0I/AAAAAAAACU8/lc70VkE7tBA/s320/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, Saturday morning we headed to Jay's parent's cabin...we finally arrived at 3 pm. As Lily put it "this is taking us FOR-EVER!" But, when we got there, we decided it was well worth the drive. The cabin is absolutely beautiful - and this is our view from the balcony. Ahhh...so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Lily was so happy to see everyone again. She always has such fun with her cousins Morgan and Macey. One of the highlights of the trip for them was definitely riding on the 4 wheeler with Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL1CBs-8bfI/AAAAAAAACU0/m9zoKNS39-g/s1600-h/DSC03214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418138351594994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL1CBs-8bfI/AAAAAAAACU0/m9zoKNS39-g/s320/DSC03214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL1BXEJLdEI/AAAAAAAACUs/O6bCUt_j2tU/s1600-h/DSC03220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241417405834163266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL1BXEJLdEI/AAAAAAAACUs/O6bCUt_j2tU/s320/DSC03220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily would tell Papa when he was going too fast for her liking...she kept a close eye on the speedometer! (she is cautious like her momma.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent a lot of time at the campground where more family and friends were staying. The girls had a blast playing in the sand and in the waves of Lake Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily enjoyed the water, but the waves kept her REAL close to her daddy at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL0_lYnxicI/AAAAAAAACUk/ETkdKFt3AyA/s1600-h/DSC03233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241415452826110402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL0_lYnxicI/AAAAAAAACUk/ETkdKFt3AyA/s320/DSC03233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL0-xvU3YaI/AAAAAAAACUc/zptWxO-4qfc/s1600-h/DSC03310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241414565567619490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL0-xvU3YaI/AAAAAAAACUc/zptWxO-4qfc/s320/DSC03310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL0-ICB0egI/AAAAAAAACUU/SDiGHeLNcpk/s1600-h/DSC03289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241413849033505282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL0-ICB0egI/AAAAAAAACUU/SDiGHeLNcpk/s320/DSC03289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL09ePww2XI/AAAAAAAACUM/ItwtNDiYjd0/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241413131165555058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL09ePww2XI/AAAAAAAACUM/ItwtNDiYjd0/s320/DSC03313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL08tOb5BII/AAAAAAAACUE/R5qQq5pck4E/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241412288995984514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL08tOb5BII/AAAAAAAACUE/R5qQq5pck4E/s320/DSC03328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tom was teaching the kiddos how to make an acorn whistle. They never quite got it to work, but they sure did have fun trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL08GECBI9I/AAAAAAAACT8/OvMrJEnCR0o/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241411616188212178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL08GECBI9I/AAAAAAAACT8/OvMrJEnCR0o/s320/DSC03332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL07UhQA0fI/AAAAAAAACT0/z8zvr-4u2X0/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241410765038080498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL07UhQA0fI/AAAAAAAACT0/z8zvr-4u2X0/s320/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is still coming down from her sugar buzz from the weekend - between the oreos, s'mores, ice-cream, etc. Ah - we're taking a break from sugar around here for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL06hLk1VqI/AAAAAAAACTs/DrgNNDBk6Ys/s1600-h/DSC03357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241409883046500002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL06hLk1VqI/AAAAAAAACTs/DrgNNDBk6Ys/s320/DSC03357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL05vcG14vI/AAAAAAAACTk/mE_MHjtoBR0/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241409028490650354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL05vcG14vI/AAAAAAAACTk/mE_MHjtoBR0/s320/DSC03364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL04tXZ43BI/AAAAAAAACTc/YfBGRP0Cbbc/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241407893356993554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL04tXZ43BI/AAAAAAAACTc/YfBGRP0Cbbc/s320/DSC03363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL036MJ9ZSI/AAAAAAAACTU/_tYocxUoReQ/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241407014164063522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL036MJ9ZSI/AAAAAAAACTU/_tYocxUoReQ/s320/DSC03369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily immediately warmed up to Papa's brother Ken...even told me at one point that she wanted to go live with him instead of me. I reminded her that family is forever - and she can't get rid of me that easily. She eventually decided that this is a GOOD thing. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL03KR4iC1I/AAAAAAAACTM/ysglR6QCiiM/s1600-h/DSC03375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241406191067859794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL03KR4iC1I/AAAAAAAACTM/ysglR6QCiiM/s320/DSC03375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and her cousins sittin' around playing with money. Life is good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She already misses everyone - especially her sweet cousins. Last night, before bed, she told me that she really wants a girl baby. I told her that she'd better start praying for one. So, she closed her eyes and said "God, pweese give me a girl baby cuz Morgan has Macey and she's a girl too. Hay-men." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone else had a wonderful weekend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-7112979502708345441?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/7112979502708345441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=7112979502708345441' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7112979502708345441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7112979502708345441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-weekend-worth-drive.html' title='Our Weekend - worth the drive!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SL1DJeo3A0I/AAAAAAAACU8/lc70VkE7tBA/s72-c/DSC03377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5840228544599453776</id><published>2008-08-29T18:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:42:16.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with a 4 year old sweetie-pie</title><content type='html'>I snagged this cute interview from &lt;a href="http://tuiningatreasures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet'&lt;/a&gt;s blog - I loved reading what her kiddos had to say.  Here is my interview with Lily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something your mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;  "Sweetie-pie"&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;  "When I say 'I love you'"&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;  "When I don't" (say I love you)&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;  "When she laughs"&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;  "You had hair and a neck and legs and arms and a belly and a belly button"&lt;br /&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;  "Firty-five"  (translation: THIRTY five)&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;  "Firty pounds" (translation: she has no idea!)&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your mom's favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;  "Clean"  (this was a shocker!)&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;  (HUGE frowny face while saying the following)..."Saaaaad!"&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;  "Writing"&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;  "Drawing pictures of people-not as good as me!"&lt;br /&gt;12. What does your mom do for her job?&lt;br /&gt;  "Sell food...you're da waitress, mom."&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;  "Chicken fwies."  (I had to interject at this point and ask if chicken fries were really MY favorite food.)  "Um...sawads?"&lt;br /&gt;14. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;  "Dat you let me eat candy"&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;  "Make spaghetti pie"&lt;br /&gt;16. How are you and your mom different?&lt;br /&gt;  "Cuz I was born in China and God made my skin tan and God gave you white skin, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;17. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;  "Cuz you give me a smile and kisses and hugs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this and think I will find some more questions to "interview" her with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a wonderful and safe weekend...we'll be out of town enjoying time with friends and family.  And, just enjoying NOT working for a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5840228544599453776?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5840228544599453776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5840228544599453776' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5840228544599453776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5840228544599453776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/08/interview-with-4-year-old-sweetie-pie.html' title='Interview with a 4 year old sweetie-pie'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4828508662898168528</id><published>2008-08-25T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:08:53.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLIvtgnqiGI/AAAAAAAACTE/Vp8pg7zKAXA/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238301775482226786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLIvtgnqiGI/AAAAAAAACTE/Vp8pg7zKAXA/s320/DSC03174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't feel these pictures need any explanation...besides, I'm too tired to add any commentary.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well and enjoying these last days of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLIvHWSY9dI/AAAAAAAACS8/Z3XG2ZHWhIs/s1600-h/DSC03175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238301119873611218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLIvHWSY9dI/AAAAAAAACS8/Z3XG2ZHWhIs/s320/DSC03175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLIubQhvxOI/AAAAAAAACS0/z_l4NBm9x_I/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238300362413163746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLIubQhvxOI/AAAAAAAACS0/z_l4NBm9x_I/s320/DSC03180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG7yIOziuI/AAAAAAAACSs/01LGe1_iEIo/s1600-h/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238174311486032610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG7yIOziuI/AAAAAAAACSs/01LGe1_iEIo/s320/DSC03187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG69TjtieI/AAAAAAAACSk/d9yIwWLPOM8/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238173403993442786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG69TjtieI/AAAAAAAACSk/d9yIwWLPOM8/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG5jHNvU2I/AAAAAAAACSc/vjqI5nRZ6hE/s1600-h/DSC03166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238171854491833186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG5jHNvU2I/AAAAAAAACSc/vjqI5nRZ6hE/s320/DSC03166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG45sl97-I/AAAAAAAACSU/y2ZacDA3eOg/s1600-h/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238171142971060194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG45sl97-I/AAAAAAAACSU/y2ZacDA3eOg/s320/DSC03148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG4HvAPeYI/AAAAAAAACSM/W9gbl-4zI7Q/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238170284624673154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLG4HvAPeYI/AAAAAAAACSM/W9gbl-4zI7Q/s320/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4828508662898168528?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4828508662898168528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4828508662898168528' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4828508662898168528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4828508662898168528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-summer-fun.html' title='More Summer Fun'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SLIvtgnqiGI/AAAAAAAACTE/Vp8pg7zKAXA/s72-c/DSC03174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8797804359970814064</id><published>2008-08-18T13:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:40:29.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!  I blinked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKm3SXIFbFI/AAAAAAAACSE/-ndC1My0Gx8/s1600-h/China+089_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235917567868365906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKm3SXIFbFI/AAAAAAAACSE/-ndC1My0Gx8/s320/China+089_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And looked what happened!  Lily went from a babbling baby who could hardly sit up on her own, to an inquisitive and feisty "big girl" who is attempting to do most everything on her own!  I took the first picture in April of 2005, in China.  I took the second picture the other morning while Lily was watching TV and enjoying a cup of joe.  This morning we went to Lily's school to drop off her paperwork, and got to see her classroom (where she will be in less than ONE MONTH)...I had to fight back the tears.  I am so excited for her this year - she will learn so much, and I know she'll do great, but my baby is growing up so fast I can hardly catch my breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKm2vOrh-PI/AAAAAAAACR8/j4LbRBiK9sQ/s1600-h/DSC03168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235916964305697010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKm2vOrh-PI/AAAAAAAACR8/j4LbRBiK9sQ/s320/DSC03168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember wondering what her voice would sound like when she finally started talking...and now she chatters almost non-stop!  And, the questions!  Oh my!  They come with hardly a breath to seperate them sometimes.  But, in her own words: "I ask a wot of questions.  Dat's how I learn, cuz I'm four."  And, now when I don't have an answer for her she'll say "maybe we should go get a book."  Yep, we'll be getting LOTS of books around here, I'm guessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily: "Dad, what is die?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "When you're not alive anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily: "What is not alive?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "Well, when a bug is flying around, it's alive.  But, what happens when it lands and somebody steps on it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily: "It dies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "Exactly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily: "Then the bug goes to heaven?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "OK, sure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily: "How does the bug get to heaven when it can't fly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-One of my favorite questions from her: If God made everyone, then who made God?  Did He make Himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-As she was eating MacNCheese in her "fancy dwess" the other day, she spilled some and quickly asks me "Mom, is this dwess washable!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that she is filled with wonder - and that she is eager to ask questions and learn.  I am enjoying age 4 and knowing that everyday brings with it something new...but she will always be my baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8797804359970814064?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8797804359970814064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8797804359970814064' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8797804359970814064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8797804359970814064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/08/oops-i-blinked.html' title='Oops!  I blinked...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKm3SXIFbFI/AAAAAAAACSE/-ndC1My0Gx8/s72-c/China+089_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-687164955668194961</id><published>2008-08-15T21:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:27:37.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKYr0mIWcRI/AAAAAAAACR0/T6BktXUhfg0/s1600-h/l_5987b4611081afbdf83bf2d255d55376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234919799453544722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKYr0mIWcRI/AAAAAAAACR0/T6BktXUhfg0/s320/l_5987b4611081afbdf83bf2d255d55376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily isn't just my daughter - she is also my sweet friend.  I honestly just ENJOY her company.  We have such fun together and her personality is one that I just think is so cool.  She constantly makes me laugh - not just giggle, but deep, belly laughing going on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend took these pictures of us at the park last week, and I just love them.  Not posed and perfect, but real and precious moments with my kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;(See, Lily isn't the only one who likes the swings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKYq19H2hJI/AAAAAAAACRs/Fnmd2Ikhm_A/s1600-h/l_c000a9a89adb709c667e0b49712f0ff8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234918723293709458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKYq19H2hJI/AAAAAAAACRs/Fnmd2Ikhm_A/s320/l_c000a9a89adb709c667e0b49712f0ff8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-687164955668194961?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/687164955668194961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=687164955668194961' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/687164955668194961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/687164955668194961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKYr0mIWcRI/AAAAAAAACR0/T6BktXUhfg0/s72-c/l_5987b4611081afbdf83bf2d255d55376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5987450885809313038</id><published>2008-08-11T09:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:11:37.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princes, and Playdates, and parks...oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBF5xBKI4I/AAAAAAAACRk/yyM3oE1pWB8/s1600-h/DSC03084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233259625717572482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBF5xBKI4I/AAAAAAAACRk/yyM3oE1pWB8/s320/DSC03084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily and her prince, Wyatt.  Looks like she's getting ready to put him in a strangle-hold, doesn't it!?  Just try to get away from me, my prince!  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBEe849EVI/AAAAAAAACRc/iR6qHUhsGsU/s1600-h/DSC03087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233258065536291154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBEe849EVI/AAAAAAAACRc/iR6qHUhsGsU/s320/DSC03087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBD2GMxFhI/AAAAAAAACRU/R8ZLumj7N8g/s1600-h/DSC03088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233257363660674578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBD2GMxFhI/AAAAAAAACRU/R8ZLumj7N8g/s320/DSC03088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the front porch, Lily and I decided to do a photo shoot.  This is her favorite "pose".  She learned it when I was doin' my hip-hop thang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBCwRtH0iI/AAAAAAAACRM/Nfu5CWlIu3I/s1600-h/DSC03091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233256164158329378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBCwRtH0iI/AAAAAAAACRM/Nfu5CWlIu3I/s320/DSC03091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously kid, could ya BE any cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBCE7IwfVI/AAAAAAAACRE/dGxP51bFEGc/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233255419365850450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBCE7IwfVI/AAAAAAAACRE/dGxP51bFEGc/s320/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA_4ts3h2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/WLuG5ezoNME/s1600-h/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233253010577524578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA_4ts3h2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/WLuG5ezoNME/s320/DSC03100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA8b6i6ljI/AAAAAAAACQ0/vEU5uMmnXBU/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233249217274353202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA8b6i6ljI/AAAAAAAACQ0/vEU5uMmnXBU/s320/DSC03110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful playdate last week with several friends.  We went to lunch and then to the park to play.  Lily's favorite thing is still the swings but she is also getting a lot more adventurous and independent on the other structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA7u7e0RBI/AAAAAAAACQs/qLNtBiKcK_Q/s1600-h/DSC03121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233248444431483922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA7u7e0RBI/AAAAAAAACQs/qLNtBiKcK_Q/s320/DSC03121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA62N4mnqI/AAAAAAAACQk/uDisMvZpxog/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233247470118936226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA62N4mnqI/AAAAAAAACQk/uDisMvZpxog/s320/DSC03126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so proud of herself climbing like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA6RaqLMzI/AAAAAAAACQc/PfOfJVpg6TY/s1600-h/DSC03128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233246837892920114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA6RaqLMzI/AAAAAAAACQc/PfOfJVpg6TY/s320/DSC03128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA5fEfATLI/AAAAAAAACQU/kDtJXCv0GMI/s1600-h/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233245972947029170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKA5fEfATLI/AAAAAAAACQU/kDtJXCv0GMI/s320/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' with her friends.  She is the youngest of the crew, but she fits right in.  She has become so much more social in the last year!  The only problem: when the playdate comes to an end, she gets pretty upset.  "I want my fwends to come home and wive wif me!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody needs a sibling!  Speaking of which, our homestudy went really well.  We have our 2nd and final visit a week from Thursday - then we begin our official wait for baby number 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5987450885809313038?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5987450885809313038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5987450885809313038' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5987450885809313038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5987450885809313038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/08/princes-and-playdates-and-parksoh-my.html' title='Princes, and Playdates, and parks...oh my!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SKBF5xBKI4I/AAAAAAAACRk/yyM3oE1pWB8/s72-c/DSC03084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-372403654754161910</id><published>2008-08-06T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:26:37.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJknvoIGPzI/AAAAAAAACQM/Cc2htrzmEZk/s1600-h/DSC03073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231256141346258738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJknvoIGPzI/AAAAAAAACQM/Cc2htrzmEZk/s320/DSC03073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going well around here. Some days I feel bogged down with our heavy work schedule, housework, daily "stuff", adoption preparation, etc...but then Lily says something and I immediately feel better. Life is good with her in it, I must say! I had been getting pretty lax about writing down her funny/sweet Lilyisms, so I purchased a notebook last week and leave it open now at all times with a pen poised - ready to capture whatever she might say. She was talking a mile a minute the other day, and I was writing as quickly as I could to get every word...she asks me "Mommy, what are you whiting?" So, I told her I was writing down all the sweet things she was saying. "Oh" was her only response. Until yesterday when she asked me for a notebook. I inquired what she might need it for. "To white down all the sweet things you say to me, mommy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some other things I've written down as of late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lily wanted to be "fancy" today, so she's dressed in a frilly yellow princess dress with her red sparkle shoes. She says she's ready to go to the "kid ball". Unfortunately, the only place I'm taking her today is Hollywood Market. I was helping her go potty - lifting up her many layers of tule, and it made my brain flash forward to her wedding day - how we might be in a similar situation. I must've been staring off into space cuz she yelled "Mommy!" "Yes, Lily?" I answered. She looked straight at me, all wide eyed and asked "Am I the apple of your eye?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes Lily, you are. And you always will be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Later I was singing a song and Lily was trying to sing it too. She just could NOT get the words right. She finally walked away with her head down saying "I'll NEVER figure it out!" I told her not to get upset, but just to keep trying. Her response was "I'm sorry mom, but I just get fwustwated sometimes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A different time I was in the bedroom singing (yes, I sing a lot)...she walked in and said "Stop singing mommy, this is a house - NOT a stage!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lily is smitten with Wyatt, the little boy who lives across the street. She said to me "I choose Wyatt. I want him to be my pwince!" (every pwincess needs a pwince, right!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I would love nothing more for that to happen. I hope her taste is always this good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on. This girl is too much - I could just eat her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Korean adoption front: We have our first homestudy appointment tomorrow. Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-372403654754161910?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/372403654754161910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=372403654754161910' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/372403654754161910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/372403654754161910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/08/lil-tidbits.html' title='Lil Tidbits'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJknvoIGPzI/AAAAAAAACQM/Cc2htrzmEZk/s72-c/DSC03073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-863039744057351837</id><published>2008-07-31T22:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:47:51.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised Photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKCtsbyjUI/AAAAAAAACQE/BDgDkwGZ7k0/s1600-h/DSC02964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229385838864010562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKCtsbyjUI/AAAAAAAACQE/BDgDkwGZ7k0/s320/DSC02964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, here are some pictures from our weekend with my inlaws. Lily had such a great time with her cousins Morgan and Macey. They don't see each other very often, but they don't let that stop them. There is only a 5 month age difference between Lily and Macey, so the two of them REALLY hit it off this trip. They were so much fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKCGEgZK2I/AAAAAAAACP8/XBt98j1dTFg/s1600-h/DSC02971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229385158131002210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKCGEgZK2I/AAAAAAAACP8/XBt98j1dTFg/s320/DSC02971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKBLN2xhQI/AAAAAAAACP0/zghd5gWjtaY/s1600-h/DSC02977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229384147028509954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKBLN2xhQI/AAAAAAAACP0/zghd5gWjtaY/s320/DSC02977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS crafters at work. (thank you Kristen for bringing all the supplies. It was a great idea! And, thank you for Lily's 10,000 beads too - not a day goes by that I don't step on at least 3 of them that didn't quite make it onto a piece of jewelry! hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKAXsmz67I/AAAAAAAACPs/0pMj7k2_pG0/s1600-h/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229383261929860018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKAXsmz67I/AAAAAAAACPs/0pMj7k2_pG0/s320/DSC02987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily gettin' some love from her great-papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ_U3KnnjI/AAAAAAAACPk/bVMxStm7Jcs/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229382113713167922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ_U3KnnjI/AAAAAAAACPk/bVMxStm7Jcs/s320/DSC02996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, we celebrated Papa D's birthday. The girls devoured his cake and had the blue tongues to prove it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, we were thankful for the sweet time spent with family, and look forward to seeing them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ-mE6EzXI/AAAAAAAACPc/qfGN8Ij74-I/s1600-h/DSC02998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229381309948022130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ-mE6EzXI/AAAAAAAACPc/qfGN8Ij74-I/s320/DSC02998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ9hw0s8rI/AAAAAAAACPU/knT0D00bjcY/s1600-h/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229380136325673650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ9hw0s8rI/AAAAAAAACPU/knT0D00bjcY/s320/DSC03030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, Monday morning Lily and I headed out to spend the day with friends. My good friend Nicole was in town from Idaho, so we went to her mom's house (on the lake) to spend some quality time with her before she had to go back. (sniff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was ALL girls...4 adults, and 5 kiddos. My friend Kris brought her adorable 2 month old and the "older" girls were obnoxiously interested in her. Don't worry, the baby was never harmed in any way...even though the picture tells a different story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ81vGlHxI/AAAAAAAACPM/iDs5Q-njWd0/s1600-h/DSC03036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229379379949543186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ81vGlHxI/AAAAAAAACPM/iDs5Q-njWd0/s320/DSC03036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we spent time in the water! (duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yes, I could have posted a better picture of Lily - you may be thinking "What a goofy face she's making"...and she is. But, this is a face that she actually makes all the time, and it I've grown quite fond of it. She's quirky, and I like it. Most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ8COH3FoI/AAAAAAAACPE/m3Eb--YosrU/s1600-h/DSC03041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229378494923216514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ8COH3FoI/AAAAAAAACPE/m3Eb--YosrU/s320/DSC03041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuteness times two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is saying "Look into my eyes, Nicole...you want to stay in Michigan. There is nothing good in Idaho...Just stay HERE, where you have so many friends who love you. And, we can hang out at your lakehouse all the time." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, alas, Nicole is now back in Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;(It was worth a shot though, Lil!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ7YvWK1dI/AAAAAAAACO8/lOXlwLvck4I/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229377782287095250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJJ7YvWK1dI/AAAAAAAACO8/lOXlwLvck4I/s320/DSC03048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday to all. Have a blessed weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be spending time with my cousin and her kids who are in town from Florida. Oh, and working. everyday. but we won't dwell on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-863039744057351837?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/863039744057351837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=863039744057351837' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/863039744057351837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/863039744057351837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/promised-photos.html' title='Promised Photos...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJKCtsbyjUI/AAAAAAAACQE/BDgDkwGZ7k0/s72-c/DSC02964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2922895183232981025</id><published>2008-07-30T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:26:51.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Home Makeover - Garden Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCuiA_xWzI/AAAAAAAACO0/WhZsi7ifDI4/s1600-h/DSC03019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228871066783406898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCuiA_xWzI/AAAAAAAACO0/WhZsi7ifDI4/s320/DSC03019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful weekend away with my inlaws...pictures are coming soon.  We also spent Monday with friends on a lake and I have cute pics of that day coming too, but FIRST...I just had to share the amazing thing that happened to us.  As I've mentioned (many) times before, I am really good friends with my neighbor Shannon.  And, because of her, I have become friends with several of her family members - including her cousin Brian and his wife Melissa. (I just did a post about the party they threw a couple weeks ago)...anyhow, Melissa is extremely talented when it comes to gardening.  Her home is like something you'd see pictured in a magazine.  So, I had mentioned to them that my front yard was in desperate need of some help.  It was REALLY bad.  Basically, it consisted of a couple hostas, some lilies, and a whole lotta weeds.  So, Melissa had agreed to come over one day this week to give me some advice, and I was so very grateful.  However, when we pulled in our driveway Sunday night, I heard Lily shrieking from the backseat "look at the lilies!!"  Then I started to take everything in.  I was wondering if I was at the right house!  Shannon and her husband Dave, Brian, Melissa, Kristen (Shannon's SIL), and many others had spent the entire day re-doing our front yard.  It looks so beautiful and we are just so thankful to have found such wonderful, thoughtful, generous, kind, and selfless friends in these people.  We now consider them to be our extended family...aren't we BLESSED!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCt4boPHwI/AAAAAAAACOs/t5eR8mozVfw/s1600-h/DSC03056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228870352377945858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCt4boPHwI/AAAAAAAACOs/t5eR8mozVfw/s320/DSC03056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCsvqs4quI/AAAAAAAACOk/ISy3W-yFTJ4/s1600-h/DSC03054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228869102293527266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCsvqs4quI/AAAAAAAACOk/ISy3W-yFTJ4/s320/DSC03054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCr412AFhI/AAAAAAAACOc/GOcpsoXzN-A/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228868160391747090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCr412AFhI/AAAAAAAACOc/GOcpsoXzN-A/s320/DSC03052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2922895183232981025?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2922895183232981025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2922895183232981025' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2922895183232981025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2922895183232981025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/extreme-home-makeover-garden-edition.html' title='Extreme Home Makeover - Garden Edition'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SJCuiA_xWzI/AAAAAAAACO0/WhZsi7ifDI4/s72-c/DSC03019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2369867285562577412</id><published>2008-07-25T20:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:48:02.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Foto Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIpvgX3a3nI/AAAAAAAACOM/-YthNOGpMmw/s1600-h/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227112919469842034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIpvgX3a3nI/AAAAAAAACOM/-YthNOGpMmw/s320/lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, I just want to say that this is one of my very favorite pictures of Lily.  It was taken in Tennessee...where Lily now claims she wants to live! Lily was so happy to get her photo taken in her pink cowgirl hat in front of HER flowers (aka lilies).  Jay took it with his cell phone and sent it to a couple of friends at work...well, they printed and framed it for us and surprised us with it last week.  Do we have good friends, or what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of good friends: thank you all for your comments on my last post.  I love you all so much and I am so appreciative of your constant support and encouragement.  (I think we have started one heck of a choir!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are headed out this weekend.  Going to spend some time with Jay's parents (Papa and Booma D)...Lily is beside herself with excitement.  She was on the phone with Jay earlier telling him "I just can't wait dad.  I wanna go now...because I yuv dem so much!" &lt;br /&gt;She has such a sweet and sensitive little heart. &lt;br /&gt;The other night I was creeping in the front door after work (shortly after midnight) when I heard Lily call out from her room.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: What is that? (pause)  Who is that!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (coming into her room) It's just me, honey.  I just got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: Oh mommy, you're back!  I missed you, but I didn't pwy. (cry)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I know.  Daddy told me you were a really good girl tonite.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: Yeah, now can I have a wittle snuggle pweese.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course...scootch over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really is a sweetheart.  I couldn't make this stuff up!  She is constantly asking to make cards for people.  She woke up Monday morning and said "Mommy, we need to make a card for Brian and Mewissa cuz dey wet us come over to dere house."  &lt;br /&gt;The sassy side is still there, but it doesn't seem to be showing up very often.  And, when it does, I deal with it and she is usually quite quick to apologize.  I just love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend...see ya next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2369867285562577412?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2369867285562577412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2369867285562577412' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2369867285562577412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2369867285562577412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/favorite-foto-friday.html' title='Favorite Foto Friday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIpvgX3a3nI/AAAAAAAACOM/-YthNOGpMmw/s72-c/lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-973788438202228455</id><published>2008-07-23T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:01:19.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing My Eyes</title><content type='html'>My week started off kinda rough. We had applied for an adoption loan (to cover our agency's fees that are due soon) and we got the call on Monday that we had been denied. I just started to cry. Then, this adoption that had been going along so nicely, began to crumble before my eyes. All of a sudden the financial burden was too much - Jay began telling me that perhaps we shouldn't go through with it. He reminded me that we have a roof that will need replacing, an air conditioner that won't last many more summers, not to mention the debt that we are already in.  He mentioned that he had been discouraged by someone close to us - someone who doesn't think we are being wise in our decision to adopt again right now.  All of a sudden, adopting again didn't make much sense. I mean, we are working our tails off to try and save some money, but there is no way we can do all of it on our own. I even started thinking "Hey, it might just be easier if we don't do it." But, my heart was breaking even at the thought. This baby is already mine somehow.  This is how I "carry" my children. In my heart...until I can bring them home. I know this is God's plan for our lives...but, I allowed myself to stay in that funk all day.  Tossed and turned all night as well.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I called my mom.  She was on the golf course and couldn't talk, but just KNEW something was wrong with me.  I gave her the short version of the events from the day before.  Her response: "Nikki, go get your Bible, get a word from the Lord and hang on to it...I'll call you in awhile."  So, being the obedient daughter that I am (haha)...that's exactly what I did.  I sat down with my bible and thought "where on earth do I begin?"  So, I just said a little prayer and randomly opened it up.  And, wouldn't you know it?  I turned to a very familiar place (it's all underlined in my bible):  Isaiah 54:1  "Sing, O barren woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy..." it goes on to say things like "enlarge the place of your tent...for you will spread out to the right and to the left...Do not be afraid; you will not suffer shame.  Do not fear disgrace, you will not be humiliated."  I just sat back and let the tears fall.  This time they were tears of joy - tears of gratitude for a Savior who loves me enough to meet me where I am.   One who really means "When you seek me, you will find me, when you search for me with all of your heart." &lt;br /&gt;Awhile later my mom called me back and told me that she and my dad would be loaning us the money - she quoted my dad as saying "You tell Nikki there is no way she is losing this baby."  So, there were more tears.  Not only does my Heavenly Father love me in a way that rocks my world, but He has blessed me with parents here on earth who REALLY GET IT.  Now, Jay called a few minutes later to tell me that he had  come up with almost half of the fees, so we don't have to borrow the entire amount from my parents.  Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day makes.  Actually, what a difference a perspective makes.  I was like Peter walking on the water...everything was smooth sailing as long as he was lookin' at Jesus.  As soon as he started to look at the storm around him, he began to sink.  I took my eyes off Jesus, and immediately began to sink!&lt;br /&gt;That night I got in my car to go to work and my CD kicked in full blast (Jay had just put a bunch of his CD's in my changer that he thought I might like...he does this quite often.)  Anyhow, the song was blaring "Fix your eyes upon Jesus, look full on His wonderful face.  And the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, here I am, a barren woman singing of God's goodness, his glory, and His grace. I'm fixing my eyes upon Jesus and letting the things of  earth (financial burdens, negative comments, doubt, etc) grow strangely dim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Won't you sing with me?&lt;br /&gt;(Gwen, I KNOW you're singing with me!  Thank you SO much for being there for me this week.  Your friendship is a priceless treasure from the Lord.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-973788438202228455?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/973788438202228455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=973788438202228455' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/973788438202228455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/973788438202228455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/fixing-my-eyes.html' title='Fixing My Eyes'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2656349936232401923</id><published>2008-07-21T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:08:38.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6de38b3e0466902" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6de38b3e0466902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9D09ED04E43AB8C137502C295C87D3BE495BE02.1F56B2C959EDD43C3B580FB364D0B92E03D632BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6de38b3e0466902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_PjekC4tEgjL81FFOiK00E00FWw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6de38b3e0466902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9D09ED04E43AB8C137502C295C87D3BE495BE02.1F56B2C959EDD43C3B580FB364D0B92E03D632BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6de38b3e0466902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_PjekC4tEgjL81FFOiK00E00FWw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here are our little performers. Katie (the oldest) decided she didn't want to be in the spotlight, so she quickly exited stage left! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scroll down for more pictures from the party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2656349936232401923?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c6de38b3e0466902&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2656349936232401923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2656349936232401923' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2656349936232401923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2656349936232401923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-monday.html' title='Movie Monday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3680123298336423712</id><published>2008-07-20T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:41:41.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Partyin' with pipes n drums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIORO_BOWWI/AAAAAAAACOE/zR5wiOvEL04/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225179679300671842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIORO_BOWWI/AAAAAAAACOE/zR5wiOvEL04/s320/DSC02913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian and Melissa threw a great party Saturday night and we were lucky enough to get an invite.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa went to great lengths to make sure the kids were happy and busy.  She had a big table set up with several crafts...they were a BIG hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were entertained by Brian and one other member of his band.  We all enjoyed it so very much...even many of their neighbors stopped by, or were clapping from their own yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOMUconc8I/AAAAAAAACN8/gyWQfpxtvZo/s1600-h/DSC02919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225174275591730114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOMUconc8I/AAAAAAAACN8/gyWQfpxtvZo/s320/DSC02919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOLgsRvYOI/AAAAAAAACN0/NjflpXADGyI/s1600-h/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225173386437550306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOLgsRvYOI/AAAAAAAACN0/NjflpXADGyI/s320/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved it as well.  They were dancin' some jigs on the patio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they needed a rest - there was a giant hammock that they could all fit on together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOK1abtYYI/AAAAAAAACNs/2W5Y_x4M0E0/s1600-h/DSC02942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225172642913149314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOK1abtYYI/AAAAAAAACNs/2W5Y_x4M0E0/s320/DSC02942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOKOlGmAwI/AAAAAAAACNk/3S0gs6xP62g/s1600-h/DSC02948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225171975762477826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIOKOlGmAwI/AAAAAAAACNk/3S0gs6xP62g/s320/DSC02948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the band was done...the kiddos decided THEY would entertain us for awhile.  (I have a video I'll post later.)  They seriously couldn't have been any cuter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate like kings...I tried my very first (but hopefully not my last) meat pie.  Yum!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just had such a blast enjoying a somewhat rainy, but wonderful evening with friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3680123298336423712?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3680123298336423712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3680123298336423712' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3680123298336423712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3680123298336423712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/partyin-with-pipes-n-drums.html' title='Partyin&apos; with pipes n drums'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SIORO_BOWWI/AAAAAAAACOE/zR5wiOvEL04/s72-c/DSC02913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8357508829285224906</id><published>2008-07-17T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:45:49.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Summer Fun...and Lil' Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH9FgXfbEHI/AAAAAAAACNc/3u-XgEkK2dw/s1600-h/DSC02871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223970515137007730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH9FgXfbEHI/AAAAAAAACNc/3u-XgEkK2dw/s320/DSC02871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If only summer could go on forever...we are having so much fun! I'm adjusting to all of my night shifts, and enjoying the fact that Lily and I have our days to go to the beach, or hang out at the fountains. Lily is completely content to play in the water, or sand. (for hours.) I have actually been able to lay out in the sun and RELAX! I have a tan! ME! And, I also want to thank my good friend over at Lady In Waiting for giving my blog such a fun summer makeover. It just makes me SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH9E3Ncc2jI/AAAAAAAACNU/X2Ogw1lbfR4/s1600-h/DSC02891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223969808065550898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH9E3Ncc2jI/AAAAAAAACNU/X2Ogw1lbfR4/s320/DSC02891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH9EK-lxwgI/AAAAAAAACNM/1SEYWbYEURk/s1600-h/DSC02875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223969048163893762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH9EK-lxwgI/AAAAAAAACNM/1SEYWbYEURk/s320/DSC02875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This might be my favorite picture of the bunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5Lk_yukuI/AAAAAAAACNE/9HirF5SI1_k/s1600-h/DSC02824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223695716767929058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5Lk_yukuI/AAAAAAAACNE/9HirF5SI1_k/s320/DSC02824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5KfM5FYbI/AAAAAAAACM8/-yaOeqykn1c/s1600-h/DSC02857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223694517693407666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5KfM5FYbI/AAAAAAAACM8/-yaOeqykn1c/s320/DSC02857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5JSVg87PI/AAAAAAAACMw/nD83RRr9Y0k/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223693197158182130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5JSVg87PI/AAAAAAAACMw/nD83RRr9Y0k/s320/DSC02846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH concentration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5IpBaJImI/AAAAAAAACMo/IFhrHSghW4Y/s1600-h/DSC02863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692487386276450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH5IpBaJImI/AAAAAAAACMo/IFhrHSghW4Y/s320/DSC02863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and Pay-Pay! (sweet little fishies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for some Lil' Tidbits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lily called me into her room late one night to tell me that her ring was too tight on her finger. I struggled a bit and finally got it off of her. She asked "Mommy, did it weave a mark?" I told her that yes, it probably did. She asked "Can God heal my finger?" I replied "Of course He can. God can do anything." So, she turned on her side and said "God, pwease heal my finger and make the mark go away. Haymen." I thought it was so cute, so I giggled. She said "Mommy, are you waughing cuz I pway so good?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-She was upset, at first, about me working so many shifts. So, I explained to her that I need to make money for groceries, toys, etc. So, she has now decided that SHE would like to make money too. I told her she is still too young to get a real job, but if she wants to do some housework for me I'll give her some money. So, yesterday I asked her what she wanted to do and she replied "housework, pwease."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The other day she was holding both of her index fingers up, so I grabbed one. She said "Mommy, that is my butt finger!" I inquired "Lily, what exactly is your BUTT finger!?" Her answer: "It's the finger that goes in my pwack to see what's happenin'." Oh no she didn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, I'll bid you farewell. I'm going to enjoy my day off...going to see Steven Curtis Chapman and Michael W Smith in concert tonight, can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8357508829285224906?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8357508829285224906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8357508829285224906' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8357508829285224906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8357508829285224906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-summer-funand-lil-tidbits.html' title='More Summer Fun...and Lil&apos; Tidbits'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SH9FgXfbEHI/AAAAAAAACNc/3u-XgEkK2dw/s72-c/DSC02871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6427503554541362102</id><published>2008-07-11T22:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:58:37.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHgO-MGFbXI/AAAAAAAACMg/-_1uBp_AC-g/s1600-h/DSC02728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221940229497515378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHgO-MGFbXI/AAAAAAAACMg/-_1uBp_AC-g/s320/DSC02728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another week gone...they fly by in the summer, don't they!? With my new schedule, I'm just trying to get the very most out of my days with Lily, since I am not with her most evenings. We're enjoying ourselves quite a bit!&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday Jay took her to the monthly Home Depot project day...they built a beautiful birdhouse and promptly came home to paint it. Now it hangs in our tree out front. She is becoming very handy, like her dad. The other day she was "helping" me with housework - she was vacuuming next to me with her little vacuum when its light went out and it stopped making it's vroom vroom noises. She, very dramatically, told me "Stop, momma! Stop! My vacuum is bwoken...I'll be wight back!" So she ran off to her room and appeared minutes later, toolbox in hand. She then removed her screwdriver, took off the battery cover and told me to get her new batteries, which I did. Then she (with very little help from me) screwed the cover back on, and we were back to our housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHgG1xs2qwI/AAAAAAAACMY/FOSsrzrpBu8/s1600-h/DSC02746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221931288880392962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHgG1xs2qwI/AAAAAAAACMY/FOSsrzrpBu8/s320/DSC02746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend most of our time outside, though. (duh) She loves hopscotch, and REALLY gets into it. I love that blurry pic, cuz you can see she really gives it her all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHgGMiSW-WI/AAAAAAAACMQ/aps4WyWDSgY/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221930580368095586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHgGMiSW-WI/AAAAAAAACMQ/aps4WyWDSgY/s320/DSC02751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbP-SSR_PI/AAAAAAAACMI/N8ejd-KUCy8/s1600-h/DSC02771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589486950022386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbP-SSR_PI/AAAAAAAACMI/N8ejd-KUCy8/s320/DSC02771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're across the street at Shannon's all the time.&lt;br /&gt;The other day they swam, and then had a total messy blast with sidewalk paint. Which Lily has demanded that we purchase for our house now. Tarjay, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbPIB1VNPI/AAAAAAAACMA/gS1vc19JXhE/s1600-h/DSC02784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221588554820695282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbPIB1VNPI/AAAAAAAACMA/gS1vc19JXhE/s320/DSC02784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbOUaOmM2I/AAAAAAAACL4/mXU8kKG8Heg/s1600-h/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221587668015919970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbOUaOmM2I/AAAAAAAACL4/mXU8kKG8Heg/s320/DSC02788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We, of course, spend tons of time with my sister and her kiddos. The older two were in Chicago all week, so it was just Lily and Payton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They played hard together, and Lily decided it was time for a cappuccino break. Yeah, her new favorite treat is French Vanilla Cappuccino. Don't sweat it, it's decaf. and I only fill that tiny cup about halfway.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's a little piece of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbKoB9ef1I/AAAAAAAACLw/I1DvDsWPDKc/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221583607052533586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHbKoB9ef1I/AAAAAAAACLw/I1DvDsWPDKc/s320/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got cappuccino? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's a bit of what we've been up to. Life is good. Lily hasn't made anymore comments about wanting a new mommy. Thanks for the words of encouragement on that one, but I do know that she doesn't mean it. She wikes her famiwee. She also still talks a lot about being a big sister. She is now open to a baby sister OR brother. (before she was animate about the fact that it MUST be a baby sister.) So, that's progress, since we have a 50/50 chance of a boy this time around. On that note, I turned in my paperwork this morning...check! And, speaking of checks, my parents wrote the one that paid the paperwork fee. It was such an incredible blessing to us. Thank you, dad and mom! XO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6427503554541362102?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6427503554541362102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6427503554541362102' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6427503554541362102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6427503554541362102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-week-gone.html' title='Another week...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SHgO-MGFbXI/AAAAAAAACMg/-_1uBp_AC-g/s72-c/DSC02728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-835940129742307702</id><published>2008-07-08T15:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:59:06.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four...going on fourteen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGMNceoDpTI/AAAAAAAACJw/lAlQd__9RTU/s1600-h/DSC02627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216027576333739314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGMNceoDpTI/AAAAAAAACJw/lAlQd__9RTU/s320/DSC02627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I had mentioned awhile ago that age 4 was lookin' like it might be "the year of sass"...and I am pretty convinced that I was right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Lily is still the apple of my eye, and a wonderful, bright and shining star...she has begun behaving in ways (at times) that I am less than thrilled with. Examples, you say? You would like some examples? OK, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday the three of us went for a walk in our downtown area. We took Lily past a fountain and I gave her some coins to throw in. I also told her that people say you should make a wish as you throw in your coins...she thought that was a great idea. (Throwing in her first coin) "I wish I was an astronaut!" (Second coin) "I wish I was back in Tennessee!" (third coin) "I wish I was caught up in a big, soapy bubble!" (and the 4th, and final coin) "I wish I had another mommy!" Then she shot me a look, waiting for me to respond. Hmmm...I was a bit stunned, so it took me a minute. We had a short conversation about WHY she would wish for another mommy. Turns out she would like her Aunt Jody to be her mom. She told me she "didn't want me". I am "not nice", apparently. I totally blame Aunt Jody for this outburst. She can't say "no" to my girl! (haha!) Anyway, she has said this a few times since then. I don't know exactly how to handle it. I'm hoping it's short-lived. It's weird - I know she doesn't really mean it, but it still doesn't feel real good. Fortunately, she does usually come back after awhile to tell me she does love me and that she wants me to be her mom. Gee, thanks kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example (as if more were needed, after that!): When she doesn't get her own way, she gets huffy. She won't throw a temper tantrum or anything, but she'll let you know she's ticked. Often she will storm in her room and shut the door. At 4? Really? Is 4 the new 14 or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these incidents are rare. But, I do need to document them...I don't want Lily, as an adult, reading back on these and thinking she was THE perfect kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a good week. Sorry that I haven't been around as much lately. I started my new schedule at work (4 nites, 1 day), so by the time I get home at nite I'm too exhausted to do much of anything. I have almost completed the paperwork for adoption number 2, so that is exciting. I'm ready to officially begin "waiting".&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-835940129742307702?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/835940129742307702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=835940129742307702' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/835940129742307702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/835940129742307702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourgoing-on-fourteen.html' title='Four...going on fourteen?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGMNceoDpTI/AAAAAAAACJw/lAlQd__9RTU/s72-c/DSC02627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-7759777973463269032</id><published>2008-07-04T21:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:33:55.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7YSH7EciI/AAAAAAAACLo/CSZYRGzZIE8/s1600-h/DSC02672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219346824045031970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7YSH7EciI/AAAAAAAACLo/CSZYRGzZIE8/s320/DSC02672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we were invited to a backyard BBQ followed by fireworks at my neighbor Shannon's brother's house. I'm so thankful for my friendship with Shannon, and I am getting to know her entire family really well this summer and we're all having such fun together! Lily had SUCH a blast at the party...from the moment we got there she was off and playing. They had a great play structure with swings, a climbing wall, and a big slide - so she was set. She and Laney (Shannon's youngest) play really well together. Actually, I was impressed with all of the kids - they all had a great time together for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7XklNj0TI/AAAAAAAACLg/iSCgagu_3hg/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219346041633231154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7XklNj0TI/AAAAAAAACLg/iSCgagu_3hg/s320/DSC02678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Lily's big smile in the picture with momma? Yeah, she does that on purpose to irritate me. Seriously she does. She IS a Hunan spice girl - she's gotta show her spicy side sometimes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7W9fmn5CI/AAAAAAAACLY/AbDhPJbHH7E/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219345370112844834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7W9fmn5CI/AAAAAAAACLY/AbDhPJbHH7E/s320/DSC02685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7WZA_VcqI/AAAAAAAACLQ/5ginefaPM04/s1600-h/DSC02692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219344743419703970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7WZA_VcqI/AAAAAAAACLQ/5ginefaPM04/s320/DSC02692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7Vrmr2BDI/AAAAAAAACLI/yeq6OgdruSc/s1600-h/DSC02700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219343963264517170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7Vrmr2BDI/AAAAAAAACLI/yeq6OgdruSc/s320/DSC02700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl can hula! (or at least she thinks she can!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7U9ZOOpxI/AAAAAAAACLA/tlG_CLr_Eqc/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219343169376659218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7U9ZOOpxI/AAAAAAAACLA/tlG_CLr_Eqc/s320/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7UQ91Y10I/AAAAAAAACK4/vWX0c5IFXu4/s1600-h/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219342406110467906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7UQ91Y10I/AAAAAAAACK4/vWX0c5IFXu4/s320/DSC02711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She built a "glow necklace for two" and shared it with one of her favorite guys - Mr. Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were fun too. Lily likes to watch them, but says they're too loud...so she and daddy take turns plugging her ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7TpUja79I/AAAAAAAACKw/Yvd9pdSSgDc/s1600-h/DSC02713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219341725014355922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7TpUja79I/AAAAAAAACKw/Yvd9pdSSgDc/s320/DSC02713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7Sq0s36gI/AAAAAAAACKo/2RxdlN9MgvA/s1600-h/DSC02657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219340651312179714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SG7Sq0s36gI/AAAAAAAACKo/2RxdlN9MgvA/s320/DSC02657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems like we have just been so busy this summer. I honestly can't believe that July is here already. I am working frantically on paperwork for the adoption, working 5 shifts, and trying to keep sweet Lily entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is doing really well. She still loves to spend time watering her garden, painting, making cards for people, helping me in the kitchen, swimming, spending time across the street at Shannon's, and hangin' out with her cousins. She can, at times, hand out a little too much attitude...but I'm working on that. Most times she is as sweet as they come, so I can't really complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a safe and happy weekend...and I'll leave you with this shot. 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We'd wake up at the crack of dawn to avoid the extreme heat of the day, and we'd go pick as many strawberries as our crates could hold. Then we'd get home and my mom would make jar after jar (after jar) of jam. She would also make the most delicious strawberry shakes and pies. I remember how GOOD the strawberries smelled. Buying them in the store could never compare. So, my mom and I decided to take Lily strawberry picking last week. Carry on the tradition, so to speak. Now, we didn't exactly get up at the crack of dawn...so we were pickin' in the HEAT of the day. It was SO HOT! Lily was really excited to be there (for about 15 minutes). She got her own little basket, and watched my mom (the "expert") to see how it was done, picked about 5 strawberries, ate one of them, decided she was hot and thirsty, went back to the car to drink her juice and wait for us to finish. Oh, and she had to use the port-a-potty not once, but TWICE. Sweet memories!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was fun. And, we really enjoyed washing and eating them later that day. (after swimming the afternoon away at my sister's house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGb0phMjZ_I/AAAAAAAACKY/ZF85_LaUdoQ/s1600-h/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126212478134258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGb0phMjZ_I/AAAAAAAACKY/ZF85_LaUdoQ/s320/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbzrExUrmI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Pm46K_Th_Uc/s1600-h/DSC02643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217125139695840866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbzrExUrmI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Pm46K_Th_Uc/s320/DSC02643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbyiZYJjCI/AAAAAAAACKI/hbfNvDz9h0o/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217123891096947746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbyiZYJjCI/AAAAAAAACKI/hbfNvDz9h0o/s320/DSC02644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbxNKupm3I/AAAAAAAACKA/EgHQGAWg2ak/s1600-h/DSC02651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122426875911026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbxNKupm3I/AAAAAAAACKA/EgHQGAWg2ak/s320/DSC02651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbY1xZuYtI/AAAAAAAACJ4/0ZM88U-nSTQ/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217095636661199570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGbY1xZuYtI/AAAAAAAACJ4/0ZM88U-nSTQ/s320/DSC02653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-702380145704870460?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/702380145704870460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=702380145704870460' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/702380145704870460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/702380145704870460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/06/strawberry-pickin.html' title='Strawberry Pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SGb5aDhj31I/AAAAAAAACKg/i3rDG3Hjv-g/s72-c/DSC02640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5297934582558839165</id><published>2008-06-22T01:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:32:31.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Blessed!</title><content type='html'>So, the dance recital on Sunday could NOT have gone any better.  Lily was amazing.  She did all of her moves, and had a huge smile on her face the entire time she danced.  I sobbed thru the whole thing!  I will be paying the ridiculous 45 dollars for the DVD, because it will be worth every penny.  I am extremely proud of my sweet girl!  Can't wait to sign her up for class in the fall...my little ballerina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3gsgNseRI/AAAAAAAACJo/RAVTM3FWWXU/s1600-h/DSC02475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214570998731143442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3gsgNseRI/AAAAAAAACJo/RAVTM3FWWXU/s320/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so after the recital we were off to Tennessee for our family vacation and, can I just say, it was WONDERFUL!!!!!!  We had the best time.  I am just feeling so blessed to have such an incredible family.  All of the kids got along so well, and us adults had our fair share of fun as well.  I can't remember the last time I laughed as hard as I laughed our last nite there playing Pictionary.  Good times!  We all wished we could have stayed a few more days...the goodbye's are never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cabin was great...lots of space for the 15 of us...&lt;br /&gt;We hot tubbed, swam in the pool, played games,&lt;br /&gt;went tubing down the river, went go-carting, ate WAY too much, and just had a blast the whole week.  Lily was great!  Super sassy, for sure, but great.  Gee Gee brought a jar of beads and string, so Lily spent a lot of time making custom jewelry for the family...man, that girl enjoys a good project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3gEDt12xI/AAAAAAAACJg/aS3EvOr7gyU/s1600-h/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214570303886580498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3gEDt12xI/AAAAAAAACJg/aS3EvOr7gyU/s320/DSC02517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3fdeEUjFI/AAAAAAAACJY/KFCqJdEBXtY/s1600-h/DSC02551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214569640945290322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3fdeEUjFI/AAAAAAAACJY/KFCqJdEBXtY/s320/DSC02551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3e5CxZa-I/AAAAAAAACJQ/I2HXEJLuZlQ/s1600-h/DSC02554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214569015142869986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3e5CxZa-I/AAAAAAAACJQ/I2HXEJLuZlQ/s320/DSC02554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3eRV0RotI/AAAAAAAACJI/j9Nnx4DLygo/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214568333060448978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3eRV0RotI/AAAAAAAACJI/j9Nnx4DLygo/s320/DSC02578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3dopDwLCI/AAAAAAAACJA/c31NRB4yg_g/s1600-h/DSC02594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214567633851001890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3dopDwLCI/AAAAAAAACJA/c31NRB4yg_g/s320/DSC02594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3cOAxAkuI/AAAAAAAACI4/PWACueaN9w8/s1600-h/DSC02612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566076846740194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3cOAxAkuI/AAAAAAAACI4/PWACueaN9w8/s320/DSC02612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3bo438ymI/AAAAAAAACIw/381n1aWWsAs/s1600-h/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214565439073208930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3bo438ymI/AAAAAAAACIw/381n1aWWsAs/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3bBgqxcUI/AAAAAAAACIo/8xlpWRrVh8A/s1600-h/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214564762560590146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3bBgqxcUI/AAAAAAAACIo/8xlpWRrVh8A/s320/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF2XmEPU5cI/AAAAAAAACIg/d-8wx9ouDSM/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214490623793751490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF2XmEPU5cI/AAAAAAAACIg/d-8wx9ouDSM/s320/DSC02632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee Gee, Jim, Michelle, Reilly, and Harrison: we miss you already!  Can't wait till we can all be together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and on the way home I got a phone call from my social worker giving us the green light on our Korean adoption...looks like Lily is going to get her wish and be a big sister afterall!  In a couple years our family vacation will be even bigger - YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5297934582558839165?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5297934582558839165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5297934582558839165' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5297934582558839165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5297934582558839165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-blessed.html' title='SO Blessed!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SF3gsgNseRI/AAAAAAAACJo/RAVTM3FWWXU/s72-c/DSC02475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-1924375578668353503</id><published>2008-06-14T19:16:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:49:39.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...and we're out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRgfAhPVZI/AAAAAAAACIQ/ILZGYFut-S4/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211896754606134674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRgfAhPVZI/AAAAAAAACIQ/ILZGYFut-S4/s320/DSC02411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily's dance recital is tomorrow afternoon...these 6 little munchkins are gonna be tappin' their toesies to Elmo's "Splish Splash"...Lily cried thru her entire dress rehearsal, so I'm saying a prayer for her performance tomorrow. C'mon baby, you can do it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRf2tIslEI/AAAAAAAACII/yvUd9gFvF-A/s1600-h/DSC02240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211896062208152642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRf2tIslEI/AAAAAAAACII/yvUd9gFvF-A/s320/DSC02240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRdf92VceI/AAAAAAAACIA/jZK1BFWvkvA/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211893472534295010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRdf92VceI/AAAAAAAACIA/jZK1BFWvkvA/s320/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are outside ALL THE TIME NOW! You will either find Lily in the yard "watering her garden" or across the street with her friends. Man, I love summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRVXrEV-jI/AAAAAAAACH4/M-HQK4XBeFE/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211884533960800818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRVXrEV-jI/AAAAAAAACH4/M-HQK4XBeFE/s320/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRT1ITx_4I/AAAAAAAACHw/DKHMACnEhKQ/s1600-h/DSC02436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211882841003130754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRT1ITx_4I/AAAAAAAACHw/DKHMACnEhKQ/s320/DSC02436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily is starting to get the hang of her "big girl" bike. She goes very, VERY, VEEERRY slowly...but I'm sure she'll be speedin' right along by the end of the summer. She sure does look cute doin' it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a DELUXE princess bike, too...complete with streamers, a princess bag for goodies, and a water bottle for when her highness needs to re-hydrate! (this could possibly be her favorite feature at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRSHdmAt_I/AAAAAAAACHo/Sh_R2GwHAoE/s1600-h/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211880956931127282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRSHdmAt_I/AAAAAAAACHo/Sh_R2GwHAoE/s320/DSC02459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hip-hop show was last nite. I haven't worn that much make-up or put that much spray in my hair since the early 90's! What a blast. We did a good job (for an adult beginner class!) and all got the adrenaline rush of a lifetime. Might have to do this again next year!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, we've been busy here. Lily's actual birthday was good. *Thank you for all of the sweet birthday wishes to her! * She went for her check up in the morning...my niece told me I was mean to take her to the Dr's on her birthday, but Lily really LOVES her doctor! She is now 30 pounds, 39 inches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that night after dance class she went to a pool party and had SO much fun. Sorry, no pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow after the recital we are leaving for our family vacation in Tennessee...catch ya when we return!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to all the fabulous fathers in the world...especially mine! (and to my sweet hubby, as well!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-1924375578668353503?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/1924375578668353503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=1924375578668353503' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1924375578668353503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1924375578668353503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/06/updatesand-were-out.html' title='Updates...and we&apos;re out!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SFRgfAhPVZI/AAAAAAAACIQ/ILZGYFut-S4/s72-c/DSC02411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-7408003962501633986</id><published>2008-06-12T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:23:03.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Lily!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEb18hWZ6BI/AAAAAAAACFQ/mCF79My6euE/s1600-h/Lily_1_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208120439193856018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEb18hWZ6BI/AAAAAAAACFQ/mCF79My6euE/s320/Lily_1_birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like just yesterday...but forever ago, all at once. My baby is growing up so quickly. When we celebrated her first birthday we had only been a family for about 2 months. Now I can hardly remember what life was like BEFORE she came along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lily, you are an incredible blessing. You have made me feel joy and love in ways I didn't even know were possible. You are a bright, FUNNY, opinionated little girl and you teach me so many things on a daily basis. I am a better person because of you. You have changed so much over the years, and I feel myself changing right along with you. You are affectionate and kind. You must tell me at least 10 or 20 times daily how much you love me. (the biggest, the best, and the most!) You are happiest when the whole family is together and you are so pleased to know (as we are) that "famiwee is forever". You keep all of us on our toes with your questions about every little thing. We are going to have a hard time keeping up with you, that is for sure. I tell you all the time that you can do and be ANYTHING you want in life, and I just know you will do great things...you say you are going to be an astronaut and I believe you! Right now you are asking to be a big sister, and we're working on that one for you. I'd love for you to have a sibling to share the rest of your life with. You would be such a great big sister, too! You love being outside watering your "garden". You love butterflies and flowers and anything that sparkles (especially your "party" shoes). You love to draw and paint "masterpieces" and then giving them as presents. Oh, and you LOVE TO DANCE! ALL THE TIME!!! You love the computer as much as I do, and you enjoy learning new things. I love teaching you about Jesus, and love how you talk to him as if He were sittin' there next to you. My heart sings when I listen to you pray - it refreshes me and my faith is renewed by watching you display yours. Thank you for being our daughter. Our angel from heaven...we cherish every moment with you. Happy fourth birthday to you...and many more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-7408003962501633986?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/7408003962501633986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=7408003962501633986' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7408003962501633986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7408003962501633986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-lily.html' title='Happy Birthday, Lily!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEb18hWZ6BI/AAAAAAAACFQ/mCF79My6euE/s72-c/Lily_1_birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4133495709849382898</id><published>2008-06-08T06:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:55:38.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvUXI3HzKI/AAAAAAAACHg/3CUey7FANbs/s1600-h/DSC02249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209490887964871842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvUXI3HzKI/AAAAAAAACHg/3CUey7FANbs/s320/DSC02249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll let the pictures do most of the talking, but here is a recap of Lily's birthday party:&lt;br /&gt;First, it was about as perfect as it could be. Lily was a HAPPY girl from the moment she woke up till the second her head hit her pillow last nite. We had a wonderful morning cleaning the backyard and baking cupcakes (Lily in her NEW apron)...she was a huge helper. Then she got ready in her princess dress and waited anxiously for her guests to arrive. Booma D and Papa D were first (and they're staying until Monday-YAY!!!!) She was talking a mile a minute, catching them up on everything they've missed over the past few months. Then the rest of the gang arrived and the party was ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvT06_DIMI/AAAAAAAACHY/nU9lPpAA0VQ/s1600-h/DSC02251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209490300124471490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvT06_DIMI/AAAAAAAACHY/nU9lPpAA0VQ/s320/DSC02251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvTT5T8d7I/AAAAAAAACHQ/S4nO9zq4VVk/s1600-h/DSC02253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209489732739561394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvTT5T8d7I/AAAAAAAACHQ/S4nO9zq4VVk/s320/DSC02253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvPWb_BMeI/AAAAAAAACHI/Sw79uYjciUA/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209485378360259042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvPWb_BMeI/AAAAAAAACHI/Sw79uYjciUA/s320/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtFVlNdUmI/AAAAAAAACHA/E2dD7MoHU3I/s1600-h/DSC02275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209333631052239458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtFVlNdUmI/AAAAAAAACHA/E2dD7MoHU3I/s320/DSC02275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtEfkDMNcI/AAAAAAAACG4/bm-ChFqsMTE/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209332703027803586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtEfkDMNcI/AAAAAAAACG4/bm-ChFqsMTE/s320/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was food, a pinata, squirt guns, bubbles, a new caterpillar sprinkler (which got put to use right away), a kiddie pool, and just lots of fun. Lily is now the proud owner of a scooter, a big-girl bike, her first Webkin, lots of pretty clothes, and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtD6tiwBnI/AAAAAAAACGw/hkIQPkhgnFM/s1600-h/DSC02284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209332069920933490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtD6tiwBnI/AAAAAAAACGw/hkIQPkhgnFM/s320/DSC02284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtDUSaHZyI/AAAAAAAACGo/vV1_q9geINg/s1600-h/DSC02295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209331409801930530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtDUSaHZyI/AAAAAAAACGo/vV1_q9geINg/s320/DSC02295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtCo1oQlzI/AAAAAAAACGg/p15GDMLEEGI/s1600-h/DSC02328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209330663342249778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtCo1oQlzI/AAAAAAAACGg/p15GDMLEEGI/s320/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtCAdYfGVI/AAAAAAAACGY/dQgTZrIn4BY/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209329969638873426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtCAdYfGVI/AAAAAAAACGY/dQgTZrIn4BY/s320/DSC02332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtBJJH03yI/AAAAAAAACGQ/VzBp3guc9g4/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209329019307482914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtBJJH03yI/AAAAAAAACGQ/VzBp3guc9g4/s320/DSC02349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtAiMZkXRI/AAAAAAAACGI/hVDG72eRw08/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209328350172306706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEtAiMZkXRI/AAAAAAAACGI/hVDG72eRw08/s320/DSC02354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we wished Lily a happy birthday she was quick to remind us that she isn't 4 QUITE yet...not till Thursday. But, it was a wonderful celebration for a wonderful (almost) 4 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4133495709849382898?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4133495709849382898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4133495709849382898' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4133495709849382898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4133495709849382898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-pics.html' title='Party Pics!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEvUXI3HzKI/AAAAAAAACHg/3CUey7FANbs/s72-c/DSC02249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5146759927168083494</id><published>2008-06-05T09:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:57:26.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy Cheerleader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfvHR5QmAI/AAAAAAAACGA/m3DkztaLODI/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208394402418956290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfvHR5QmAI/AAAAAAAACGA/m3DkztaLODI/s320/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, baseball season has begun for my nephew, Braden.  It is his first time playing on a team, so we all showed up for his game on Saturday morning to cheer him on.  Lily grabbed her pom-pons and was chatting excitedly on the way there about how she was going to be her cousin's cheerleader.  However, when we got to the game, she lost all enthusiasm for her "job".&lt;br /&gt;She was much more interested in running around with Payton...picking up sticks, rocks, and flowers, and (of course) making funny faces for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfujrgYffI/AAAAAAAACF4/VlVdfEnCIlg/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393790818647538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfujrgYffI/AAAAAAAACF4/VlVdfEnCIlg/s320/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfuBTdRkEI/AAAAAAAACFw/0BrQmJWrxT0/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393200247607362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfuBTdRkEI/AAAAAAAACFw/0BrQmJWrxT0/s320/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEftLcM4pJI/AAAAAAAACFo/vHg7hFMq2LE/s1600-h/DSC02187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208392274881848466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEftLcM4pJI/AAAAAAAACFo/vHg7hFMq2LE/s320/DSC02187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfsWLDbfcI/AAAAAAAACFg/-cCQvmX36So/s1600-h/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208391359745719746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfsWLDbfcI/AAAAAAAACFg/-cCQvmX36So/s320/DSC02190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfqobxUqVI/AAAAAAAACFY/Ec7GiNYptK4/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208389474447567186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfqobxUqVI/AAAAAAAACFY/Ec7GiNYptK4/s320/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to fight off a cold...this weekend is Lily's birthday party and I have much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5146759927168083494?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5146759927168083494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5146759927168083494' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5146759927168083494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5146759927168083494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/06/grumpy-cheerleader.html' title='Grumpy Cheerleader'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SEfvHR5QmAI/AAAAAAAACGA/m3DkztaLODI/s72-c/DSC02170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4019652276561708967</id><published>2008-05-29T22:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:04:09.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SD9tNqVw0LI/AAAAAAAACFI/k6vDB4JfQ_4/s1600-h/DSC02142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205999775734878386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SD9tNqVw0LI/AAAAAAAACFI/k6vDB4JfQ_4/s320/DSC02142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister-in-law called tonite and told me I needed to come back from my "coffee break"...so this one's for you, Kristen!&lt;br /&gt;The cliff note's version of what's been happening with Lily Lin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SD9skKVw0KI/AAAAAAAACFA/02G9Jdfue8s/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205999062770307234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SD9skKVw0KI/AAAAAAAACFA/02G9Jdfue8s/s320/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SD9rxaVw0JI/AAAAAAAACE4/C9-RmjLnDp4/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205998190891946130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SD9rxaVw0JI/AAAAAAAACE4/C9-RmjLnDp4/s320/DSC02158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lily can write the entire alphabet on her own now. I'm very proud of her for this...she is going to have so much fun in school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We were faithful fans of American Idol this year, and Lily watched it as well. So, the other day while listening to the radio she asked "Who's singing this, Mommy?" I told her, and she replied, "She's a good singer, Mommy. She doesn't have to go home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Out of the blue she has decided that she wants to be a big sister (and NOW)...tells us just about every day that she wants a baby sister AND a baby brother. On Sunday, after church, we picked her up from her class and her teacher looked at Jay and I and said, "So, Lily tells us she's going to be a big sister!?" Yeah, that's what she's telling us too...oh, but on a serious note, she handed us our "present" from class that morning and it was a picture of David and Goliath. When we asked her about them she said "David is small, and Goliath is big, but God is BIGGER than Goliath." How great is that!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom was teaching Lily that we all have "other" names...Mommy is Nikki, Daddy is Jay, Papa is Tom, etc. So, this was her prayer later that evening: "Thank you God for the sun and the clouds and the rain to help the garden grow...hey, mom, what is God's OTHER name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, obviously life is still a rockin' over here...things are just happening AWAY from the computer, for the most part.  Memorial Day we BBQ'd with our neighbors (who are friends that feel more like family).  Lily was sent a new watering can in the mail from a sweet friend and she has been out in the yard watering EVERYTHING!  We are just soaking up the warmer weather and getting ready for Lily's 4th birthday party, dance recitals, and a vacation to Tennessee. We are enjoying every moment and remembering that this life is fragile and tomorrow (on earth) is not a guarantee. &lt;/div&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4019652276561708967?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4019652276561708967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4019652276561708967' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4019652276561708967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4019652276561708967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-updates.html' title='Random Updates'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SD9tNqVw0LI/AAAAAAAACFI/k6vDB4JfQ_4/s72-c/DSC02142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2083773581855839155</id><published>2008-05-22T08:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:37:52.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>Please pray for the Steven Curtis Chapman family. Their youngest daughter, Maria, was killed yesterday in a horrific accident.  I am absolutely devastated for this precious family...they have been a wonderful example of Christ's love here on earth, and played an important role in our decision to adopt from China.  Let's all lift them up to our Heavenly Father together! (for more info. go &lt;a href="http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080521/TUNEIN/80521174/1073/ENTERTAINMENT07"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2083773581855839155?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2083773581855839155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2083773581855839155' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2083773581855839155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2083773581855839155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-pray.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8402450684841999003</id><published>2008-05-20T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:34:11.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SDLAskTPmrI/AAAAAAAACEw/U4_Demlo00M/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202432391457512114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SDLAskTPmrI/AAAAAAAACEw/U4_Demlo00M/s320/DSC02016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needing some time away from the computer...we'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8402450684841999003?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8402450684841999003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8402450684841999003' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8402450684841999003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8402450684841999003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/coffee-break.html' title='Coffee Break'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SDLAskTPmrI/AAAAAAAACEw/U4_Demlo00M/s72-c/DSC02016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2814578345839878755</id><published>2008-05-16T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:56:21.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC5EG0TPmqI/AAAAAAAACEo/cF1F_UIveK0/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201169503568763554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC5EG0TPmqI/AAAAAAAACEo/cF1F_UIveK0/s320/DSC02076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday: Tried to get a good picture of Lily and I for Mother's Day. Didn't happen. Jay took this picture of Lily being silly and rubbing my cheeks telling me "you're the best mommy EVER!" She tells me this a lot, and my response is always "You're the best DAUGHTER ever!" We probably make people sick. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: was cold and rainy. (yuck!) I wanted to stay in bed all day, but that wasn't an option. So, I asked Lily if she wanted to go to the store with me to pick out fabric for a couple of good-wish quilt squares. I have had this on my list of things to do for WEEKS. But, I am the opposite of crafty...so I do not ever set foot in stores like JoAnne Fabrics. BUT, I adore these 2 families that I have vowed to send a quilt square to - so off we went. Lily was very enthusiastic about "helping" me find the perfect squares. They were not what I would have picked, but she insisted that they were the very best patterns for &lt;a href="http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://isabellabison.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;. She even had the woman who cut the square give her the extra material so she could wear it in her hair - &lt;a href="http://isabellabison.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;, look closely and you will see YOUR material...it might be the only look you ever get at it - you know how horrible I am at follow through. But, I have the squares here. Just have to write the wish and send them on their way. (whew) Oh, and while we were there we found the CUTEST umbrella ever, and had to buy it. Lily was happy as a clam walkin' in the rain with that...gotta love the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC5AaUTPmoI/AAAAAAAACEY/A1o0UWj3Sno/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201165440529701506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC5AaUTPmoI/AAAAAAAACEY/A1o0UWj3Sno/s320/DSC02105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC5A-ETPmpI/AAAAAAAACEg/yI_WX-3wQDY/s1600-h/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201166054710024850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC5A-ETPmpI/AAAAAAAACEg/yI_WX-3wQDY/s320/DSC02102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday: The sun came out, finally! So, we had some fun outdoors. Went for a long walk in the wagon and checked out every last flower and weed along the way. And that night Lily was so excited to carry her dance gear to class in her NEW ballerina bag! And, of course, we couldn't get in the car to go until she had done several arabesques in the yard first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC4-nUTPmmI/AAAAAAAACEI/ZS1GmP03vxQ/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201163464844745314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC4-nUTPmmI/AAAAAAAACEI/ZS1GmP03vxQ/s320/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC4_O0TPmnI/AAAAAAAACEQ/pcA4wGcbiT0/s1600-h/DSC02108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201164143449578098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC4_O0TPmnI/AAAAAAAACEQ/pcA4wGcbiT0/s320/DSC02108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was our week at a glance...enjoy your weekend, everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2814578345839878755?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2814578345839878755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2814578345839878755' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2814578345839878755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2814578345839878755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-week-in-review.html' title='Our week in review'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SC5EG0TPmqI/AAAAAAAACEo/cF1F_UIveK0/s72-c/DSC02076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-7133010482575424161</id><published>2008-05-14T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:17:40.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our pre-teen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-42385e0188b56ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D042385e0188b56ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D731D2F7332AE63A50B795F931058916423EC2D9B.2BDC0DACE3960482AF09E531087AF9175740EC02%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42385e0188b56ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D34VFt9PKupzlO_PkKF62i_m77QA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D042385e0188b56ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D731D2F7332AE63A50B795F931058916423EC2D9B.2BDC0DACE3960482AF09E531087AF9175740EC02%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42385e0188b56ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D34VFt9PKupzlO_PkKF62i_m77QA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is a conversation Lily had with her daddy a couple of weeks ago...She might have a thing or two to learn about how to hold the phone correctly...but she's got the ATTITUDE down! Can ya just picture her as a teenager? God help us. I have called age 3 the "magic" age - because it really has felt like that for us. She gained SO much independence, her vocabulary exploded, she has just been a joy. NOW, that being said, as we are approaching age 4...I am thinking that 4 might be the year of "sass"...we'll see. I'm hoping I'm wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-7133010482575424161?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42385e0188b56ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/7133010482575424161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=7133010482575424161' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7133010482575424161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/7133010482575424161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_11.html' title='Our pre-teen'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2816161895862208201</id><published>2008-05-14T15:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:13:46.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCtFjETPmlI/AAAAAAAACEA/z_5knlh3SS4/s1600-h/payitforward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200326663481563730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCtFjETPmlI/AAAAAAAACEA/z_5knlh3SS4/s320/payitforward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure most of you have seen the movie and/or seen this post popping up all over bloggy-land. We're just trying to spread the love here, people! Sound good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will send a gift (of my choosing) to the first 3 people who respond to this post...and then those 3 people will agree to do the same thing on THEIR blogs...sound good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty then...leave me a comment so I can send you a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'll have to get your mailing address, but we can work that out via e-mail).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2816161895862208201?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2816161895862208201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2816161895862208201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2816161895862208201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2816161895862208201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCtFjETPmlI/AAAAAAAACEA/z_5knlh3SS4/s72-c/payitforward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6088086890424625096</id><published>2008-05-12T07:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:56:36.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Monday - Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lily loves helping me practice my hip hop dance...She has two favorite parts...the ending where she sings "What is it!?" and the part where she does her best imitation of me doin' my moves. (her hips are moving and her hands are out to the sides)...she cracks me up. She used to turn her nose up at me when I called her a hip-hop girl, but she's now open to all kinds of dance! Hmmm...wonder if Mr. Dustin had anything to do with that!? Yeah, she still talks about him and refers to him as her "boyfriend"...ugh. (also notice she is wearing her red, sparkly "party" shoes...yeah, she has taken off the tu-tu for a moment, but insists on wearing those now!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1e196b0f04a9d4a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1e196b0f04a9d4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50EA96E443B04E8803C49FA0723A4AA7AF42A438.6F8AC7656AAB1BF4B15DFE79082844BF8A7B99E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1e196b0f04a9d4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdkVSsyk7N9tXP43V6Lyv1woB8PA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1e196b0f04a9d4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50EA96E443B04E8803C49FA0723A4AA7AF42A438.6F8AC7656AAB1BF4B15DFE79082844BF8A7B99E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1e196b0f04a9d4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdkVSsyk7N9tXP43V6Lyv1woB8PA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40d152304468de35" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40d152304468de35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15DADDE3A39405899E6587DB6C74B2AAA0F96AE2.68234C5E792FD24F75EC8534E98F91030EAE8045%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40d152304468de35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7Qtdx-vAIF5I20iTZ2zP9V8iyEs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40d152304468de35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15DADDE3A39405899E6587DB6C74B2AAA0F96AE2.68234C5E792FD24F75EC8534E98F91030EAE8045%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40d152304468de35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7Qtdx-vAIF5I20iTZ2zP9V8iyEs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6088086890424625096?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=40d152304468de35&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c1e196b0f04a9d4a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6088086890424625096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6088086890424625096' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6088086890424625096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6088086890424625096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-monday.html' title='Movie Monday - Just for fun'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8409224769477059444</id><published>2008-05-10T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:02:14.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCYnrdHcH0I/AAAAAAAACD4/vRnoPkdeOy0/s1600-h/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198886447349505858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCYnrdHcH0I/AAAAAAAACD4/vRnoPkdeOy0/s320/DSC02066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed beyond measure with the gift of motherhood. I will never take this gift for granted. I know how hard it can be (and in my case, was) to come by. And I know how quickly it can be taken away. Today I am thinking of the moms who have not yet held their babies in their arms. Instead, they hold them closely in their hearts and wait. They are still moms. They might not feel like celebrating today - but they are moms, just the same. I am also thinking of the moms who have lost a child or children. Those who have experienced pregnancy, only to have it end in miscarriage. Or those who have had the honor of parenting their children for a time, but then had to say goodbye too soon. And, today I am thinking of those women who long to be moms, but have tried everything they know how to make it happen, and yet they remain childless. I am saying a prayer that God holds these women a bit closer to His heart, especially today.&lt;br /&gt;Today I thank God (as I do everyday) for allowing me to be a mom. And more specifically, for letting me be Lily's mom...for she is the coolest, sweetest, funniest, smartest, loveliest child I have ever known. I also thank God for my mom. She gave me life. Then she showed me Jesus, so that I may live eternally. I love this woman and am thankful to her for many things, but this one thing above all others. I am also very thankful for my mother-in-law. She is an incredible woman with a heart of gold. I love her and am so blessed to be able to call her mom. So, that's where my heart is today. Mother's Day 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to get all deep (or dark)...so I'll end with this upbeat video. It is a "Thank you" to one of the coolest mommas I know! Kim, (or Miss "Tim", as Lily calls you), thank you for your kindness shown toward my daughter,once again. We haven't met you (yet), but we both feel your love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28d0d35efbcd774a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28d0d35efbcd774a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60037FAFAA13A7E914A41DCFE16940619864741B.4AA39FD75FAD06CC53FA9560B942C8E5AEC39FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28d0d35efbcd774a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9waZ6VPWHbezKJGCyyuIJxDZzy0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28d0d35efbcd774a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60037FAFAA13A7E914A41DCFE16940619864741B.4AA39FD75FAD06CC53FA9560B942C8E5AEC39FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28d0d35efbcd774a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9waZ6VPWHbezKJGCyyuIJxDZzy0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8409224769477059444?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=28d0d35efbcd774a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8409224769477059444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8409224769477059444' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8409224769477059444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8409224769477059444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-2008.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCYnrdHcH0I/AAAAAAAACD4/vRnoPkdeOy0/s72-c/DSC02066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-633429478802841753</id><published>2008-05-09T09:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:08:10.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRV39HcHzI/AAAAAAAACDw/VbbLiUgFsYs/s1600-h/DSC01970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198374289679327026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRV39HcHzI/AAAAAAAACDw/VbbLiUgFsYs/s320/DSC01970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures were taken over the past couple weeks - a glimpse at what we'd been up to when it was warm enough to get outside.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is chilly again, so we are back to indoor (yuck) activities...but here is a look back at our happier, warmer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park where Lily can climb and be free - and of course A LOT of time is spent on the swings. She loves the "big girl" swing, but now and then she'll get in the baby swing so I can push her REALLY REALLY high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRVSdHcHyI/AAAAAAAACDo/0tRgm3lV6_Y/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198373645434232610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRVSdHcHyI/AAAAAAAACDo/0tRgm3lV6_Y/s320/DSC01978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, we spend tons of time right in our own front yard. You won't be surprised to see Lily dressed in her ballerina costume. I mean, a girl's gotta look good for the neighbors! And, usually she's not out there dancing alone for long...one or more of our sweet neighbors usually comes by to play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney, is Lily's tu-tu clad friend! Could they be any cuter?&lt;br /&gt;And, Wyatt, who is handing Lily a bouquet of flowers he just picked, is going to be a lifelong friend FOR SURE. Those two are 2 peas in a pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRUstHcHxI/AAAAAAAACDg/ZZrSpyecEeo/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198372996894170898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRUstHcHxI/AAAAAAAACDg/ZZrSpyecEeo/s320/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRUEdHcHwI/AAAAAAAACDY/L5M5H3rc6HY/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198372305404436226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRUEdHcHwI/AAAAAAAACDY/L5M5H3rc6HY/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRTedHcHvI/AAAAAAAACDQ/5fcjbbDz2FE/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198371652569407218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRTedHcHvI/AAAAAAAACDQ/5fcjbbDz2FE/s320/DSC01987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have such wonderful neighbors...the kids play really well together! (And the moms have a whole lot of fun together too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the last picture shows Lily trying to clean up a bit. (our yard could really use it). She really enjoys cleaning up...especially "brooming".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I could say the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRS0NHcHuI/AAAAAAAACDI/eDVMVhGbhUU/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198370926719934178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRS0NHcHuI/AAAAAAAACDI/eDVMVhGbhUU/s320/DSC01995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In&lt;/em&gt; other news, we spent hours yesterday moving all of the rooms around in our house. Lily's bedroom is now DOWNstairs, across the hall from ours. She hasn't been sleeping well in her bed - again - so this was our bright idea to make her less "scared" in her own bedroom. Lily was SO excited about the change...must have thanked us 100 times for her new beauty-ful room. Man, we were feelin' hopeful. Unfortunately, I ended up sleeping in bed with her last night...Ugh. We'll keep trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In happier news, Lily and I went and got haircuts yesterday. Lily's hair looks really cute - pictures (and a video) to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-633429478802841753?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/633429478802841753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=633429478802841753' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/633429478802841753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/633429478802841753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCRV39HcHzI/AAAAAAAACDw/VbbLiUgFsYs/s72-c/DSC01970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8078720387292613491</id><published>2008-05-07T19:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:55:03.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCJG7mJ6oxI/AAAAAAAACDA/k04ON4bP_aY/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197794909607338770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCJG7mJ6oxI/AAAAAAAACDA/k04ON4bP_aY/s320/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out that face!!!  Doesn't it look like she has a question to ask!?  Well, I can pretty much assure you that she does.  Lately she just rattles 'em off by the dozen!  And it is no longer just "Why, why, WHY!?"  Now it is "What is dirt made of?"  "Trees and fwowers are living things...is dirt a living thing?"  "Is lip gwoss a living thing?  It lives in the store!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't even get her started on volcanos!  They are her new obsession.   She even wants Papa to take her to Washington (he has family there) to see one...but she is quick to say "But if it erupts while we are there, we will have to leave Washington quickwee!"  The girl wants to know ALL of the specifics. Finally I had to tell her that I don't have all the answers and I had Jay stop by the bookstore on his way home yesterday and pick up a BOOK on volcanos.  She has had me read several parts of it to her over and over again.  She can now tell you all about 'em.  The red hot magma travels up the vents to the earth's crust and comes out as lava...and then her hands go over her mouth as she says "it's really, REALLY hot!  That's NOT good!"  I'm so glad she is starting school in the fall...her teachers are gonna LOVE her.  And, I'm sure they will be much better at handling all those questions!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*On another note, thank you all for your sweet, loving, wonderful comments on my last post.  It is so nice to have your support and shared excitement as we embark on adoption number 2.  I promise to keep ya'll posted as things progress.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8078720387292613491?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8078720387292613491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8078720387292613491' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8078720387292613491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8078720387292613491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/huh.html' title='Huh!?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SCJG7mJ6oxI/AAAAAAAACDA/k04ON4bP_aY/s72-c/DSC01993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-282363018071185527</id><published>2008-05-04T06:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T06:54:00.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBvUErdB-rI/AAAAAAAACCw/UNm_eKLSgu8/s1600-h/imagesCAQXZ9OS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195979771951053490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBvUErdB-rI/AAAAAAAACCw/UNm_eKLSgu8/s320/imagesCAQXZ9OS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been ready for quite some time to start the ball rolling for our second adoption, but hubby was NOT into it. Understandably, he is the bread-winner of the family, and didn't want to get in over our heads financially. We both work very hard, but there isn't a whole lotta EXTRA money after our bills are paid. So, even though we have both always wanted two kiddos, after months and months of asking and getting the same reply from him, I had about given up. I wasn't at all angry...I just started to get my head (and heart) around the fact that my family might be complete with the three of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then last week, out of nowhere, Jay gave me the green light on adoption number two! I started to shake right away, and my heart began to beat faster...then my wheels started turning. I was on the internet researching different programs, and the next day I was on the phone with my social worker. A couple hours later we were pre-approved! So, now we wait (and wait), and pray (and pray some more). Nothing is set in stone right now. We have some ideas, and we are on a waiting list, but I am just asking God to lead us and trusting that He will - just like He did the first time. We know that nothing in the adoption world is happening quickly these days, and we're alright with that. We'll have time to plan, save money, get a room ready, pick a name, nest, and just enjoy our days with sweet Lily. I'm just happy to know that my family, in God's timing, is going to grow thru the miracle of adoption once again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-282363018071185527?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/282363018071185527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=282363018071185527' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/282363018071185527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/282363018071185527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/change-of-heart.html' title='A change of heart'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBvUErdB-rI/AAAAAAAACCw/UNm_eKLSgu8/s72-c/imagesCAQXZ9OS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6017683751412995659</id><published>2008-05-02T01:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:04:01.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoZ_7dB-qI/AAAAAAAACCo/eYpPs6trGCY/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195493706207197858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoZ_7dB-qI/AAAAAAAACCo/eYpPs6trGCY/s320/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I point the camera at Lily for long enough, all of her many wonderful "faces" show up sooner or later...Here are some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Better watch it, momma, I'm feeling sassy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm smart, and introspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ah! I'm silly and goofy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm thirsty...and I need some "soft" on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm just the sweetest lil thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, here are some Lil tidbits from the past week or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoZTbdB-pI/AAAAAAAACCg/JyO9gdGl5aM/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195492941703019154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoZTbdB-pI/AAAAAAAACCg/JyO9gdGl5aM/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES buds, flowers, and plants right now. Watching an infomercial on "Roll and Grow" the other day she got soooo excited yelling "Mommy, watch! Watch! Wook at dis! Dis is so tool! You wanna do dis next week, in da summer!? We can brow all da fwowers and make a beauty-full wainbow!""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoYsrdB-oI/AAAAAAAACCY/y5FvGwqsDTo/s1600-h/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195492275983088258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoYsrdB-oI/AAAAAAAACCY/y5FvGwqsDTo/s320/DSC01692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing my girl is crazy about: candy! I have been trying to get her to understand that it isn't good for her...and I think I'm finally getting through! My sister said that last week, after she gave Lily a sucker, Lily looked at her and said "This sucker is good, but it is NOT nupricious!" It didn't stop her from eating it anyway! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning I was eating a waffle and offered a bite to Lily. Her reply "no thank you, momma." I thought that was so cute...so I told her "Lily, you are so cute." She came back with "and so powite too, mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoXX7dB-nI/AAAAAAAACCQ/_EvI1aNf4qM/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195490819989174898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoXX7dB-nI/AAAAAAAACCQ/_EvI1aNf4qM/s320/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I took her to hip-hop class with me Tuesday night. She was hilarious - out on the floor doing our stretches with us and everything. She sat on the sidelines and just watched while we did our dance, but when the music was off and it was quiet for a moment, she yelled out to our instructor "Mr. Dustin! I love you!!!" After class she asked him to come home with her. Yikes. She will NOT be coming to class with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoWvrdB-mI/AAAAAAAACCI/1sPr3RNvOBQ/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195490128499440226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoWvrdB-mI/AAAAAAAACCI/1sPr3RNvOBQ/s320/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful weekend, everyone. (I'll be working.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6017683751412995659?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6017683751412995659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6017683751412995659' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6017683751412995659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6017683751412995659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/05/fridays-faces.html' title='Friday&apos;s Faces'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBoZ_7dB-qI/AAAAAAAACCo/eYpPs6trGCY/s72-c/DSC01699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5513102106633031056</id><published>2008-04-30T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:49:53.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Pay-Pay</title><content type='html'>Every other Wednesday (at least), Payton (my sister's youngest son), comes and spends the afternoon with us. Now, about a year ago, Lily would cringe the moment he came into view - just waiting for him to hit or push her.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBVA3bdB-lI/AAAAAAAACCA/Vz4eDlgQ9b4/s1600-h/DSC01876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194129066248239698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBVA3bdB-lI/AAAAAAAACCA/Vz4eDlgQ9b4/s320/DSC01876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My, how things have changed! Now they are "best fwends". Last Wednesday we went outside and played baseball for awhile...Payton WILL be a player someday, and probably a famous one. He is amazing. At almost 3 years old, he can already clobber the ball over my head and his arm is beyond belief! Lily decided to stand on the sidewalk and be his "cheerleader"...chanting "Go Payton! Go Payton!" over and over. She admitted that Payton is great at baseball, and that "baseball is just not my game." "Soccer is my game, momma." So, they kicked the ball around for awhile too. Daddy has taught her that when she falls, she is NOT to cry, but stand quickly and yell "tough player!" (which sounds hilarious coming from the tu-tu wearing toughie!)  Oh, and he also bought her a real soccer ball last weekend, so she won't have to practice with her beach ball anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBVAPrdB-kI/AAAAAAAACB4/7mFAf561cAE/s1600-h/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194128383348439618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBVAPrdB-kI/AAAAAAAACB4/7mFAf561cAE/s320/DSC01881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, bubbles were blown! (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBU_ibdB-jI/AAAAAAAACBw/aIea1VHHNoE/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194127605959359026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBU_ibdB-jI/AAAAAAAACBw/aIea1VHHNoE/s320/DSC01886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBU-6LdB-iI/AAAAAAAACBo/ZfId-06QsZk/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194126914469624354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBU-6LdB-iI/AAAAAAAACBo/ZfId-06QsZk/s320/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our time outside, the kiddos came inside to relax. Secrets, giggles, hugs, and pizza flavored goldfish were shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBU-SbdB-hI/AAAAAAAACBg/X5H0CAvZwSI/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194126231569824274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBU-SbdB-hI/AAAAAAAACBg/X5H0CAvZwSI/s320/DSC01921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Payton (aka Pay-Pay), we love you buddy and can't wait to play again today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5513102106633031056?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5513102106633031056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5513102106633031056' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5513102106633031056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5513102106633031056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-with-pay-pay.html' title='Fun with Pay-Pay'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBVA3bdB-lI/AAAAAAAACCA/Vz4eDlgQ9b4/s72-c/DSC01876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-473166879477195767</id><published>2008-04-28T08:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:10:11.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Porch Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOw5LdB-gI/AAAAAAAACBY/a_i6m1sbOtc/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193689291661900290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOw5LdB-gI/AAAAAAAACBY/a_i6m1sbOtc/s320/DSC01869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our favorite things to do in the summer...porch picnics. Lily and I will often have our lunch or dinner out on the porch with our picnic blanket. I love how easy to please she is (most of the time)...this particular evening she must have told me AT LEAST 5 times "Mommy, this is the best picnic ever!" We also enjoyed some popsicles for dessert. In Lily's words "Dere sugar free, so dere healfy!" (Baby Spot and Baby Ducky were also guests at our picnic - of course. But they didn't eat much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOwUrdB-fI/AAAAAAAACBQ/2fk9c6yw5oQ/s1600-h/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193688664596675058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOwUrdB-fI/AAAAAAAACBQ/2fk9c6yw5oQ/s320/DSC01874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOvv7dB-eI/AAAAAAAACBI/C2TG5v90yg4/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193688033236482530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOvv7dB-eI/AAAAAAAACBI/C2TG5v90yg4/s320/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although they are calling for cooler temps this week, we know we will be back to porch picnics in no time! Happy Monday everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd also like to say a big CONGRATULATIONS to my friend &lt;a href="http://isabellabison.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; - today, she and her beautiful family, are one year closer to their sweet Isabella! It's a long wait...but well worth it. (Stop by and give her some love.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-473166879477195767?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/473166879477195767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=473166879477195767' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/473166879477195767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/473166879477195767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/porch-picnic.html' title='Porch Picnic'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOw5LdB-gI/AAAAAAAACBY/a_i6m1sbOtc/s72-c/DSC01869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3777714600439340398</id><published>2008-04-26T18:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:35:56.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT is a rubber ducky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOqZLdB-dI/AAAAAAAACBA/96ek57RCP1Q/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193682144836319698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOqZLdB-dI/AAAAAAAACBA/96ek57RCP1Q/s320/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't resist posting this picture of Lily and her "baby ducky"...she got this from Jay's grand-parents a couple years ago and honestly didn't pay any attention to him until recently.  All of a sudden, she insists that her ducky take a bath with her...PIPO, this one's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3777714600439340398?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3777714600439340398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3777714600439340398' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3777714600439340398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3777714600439340398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-that-is-rubber-ducky.html' title='Now THAT is a rubber ducky!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SBOqZLdB-dI/AAAAAAAACBA/96ek57RCP1Q/s72-c/DSC01962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8923151829325957176</id><published>2008-04-23T20:44:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:40:37.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime fun with cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_kcrdB-cI/AAAAAAAACA4/pCcZP1ZfcEs/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192620076733430210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_kcrdB-cI/AAAAAAAACA4/pCcZP1ZfcEs/s320/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_e_LdB-bI/AAAAAAAACAw/XQWZ4yHrF5c/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192614072369150386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_e_LdB-bI/AAAAAAAACAw/XQWZ4yHrF5c/s320/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday after lunch we had Logan and Braden come over for a few hours. I can't say enough how much Lily loves her cousins (and vice-versa). They have such a blast together. We walked to the park and just enjoyed the warm weather. Lily loves the monkey bars and the swings best. She kept telling me to push her "the highest of all!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Lily back to the park the next day and was pushing her on the swings again...she was all smiles at first and then got dramatically sad and said "I wish Logan was here. And I wish Braden was swinging with me too." (sniff, sniff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_eZbdB-aI/AAAAAAAACAo/7EDWAOc_YYY/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192613423829088674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_eZbdB-aI/AAAAAAAACAo/7EDWAOc_YYY/s320/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_dzrdB-ZI/AAAAAAAACAg/LxpPw0SOwnM/s1600-h/DSC01839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192612775289026962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_dzrdB-ZI/AAAAAAAACAg/LxpPw0SOwnM/s320/DSC01839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_b_bdB-YI/AAAAAAAACAY/cHEyC57_i2c/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192610778129234306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_b_bdB-YI/AAAAAAAACAY/cHEyC57_i2c/s320/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_Zt7dB-XI/AAAAAAAACAQ/wKcJlXA6cyA/s1600-h/DSC01855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192608278458268018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_Zt7dB-XI/AAAAAAAACAQ/wKcJlXA6cyA/s320/DSC01855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_Y8bdB-WI/AAAAAAAACAI/tkRAwfdmiRs/s1600-h/DSC01863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192607428054743394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_Y8bdB-WI/AAAAAAAACAI/tkRAwfdmiRs/s320/DSC01863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I wouldn't be a good aunt if I left out Payton (my sister's youngest)...Lily adores him too. They have become "best friends" (in her words). He was over today and I almost didn't wanna give him back! I'll save those cute pics for another day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8923151829325957176?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8923151829325957176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8923151829325957176' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8923151829325957176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8923151829325957176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/springtime-fun-with-cousins.html' title='Springtime fun with cousins'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA_kcrdB-cI/AAAAAAAACA4/pCcZP1ZfcEs/s72-c/DSC01828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3181282358369369253</id><published>2008-04-23T00:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:37:35.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Shining Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6r27dB-VI/AAAAAAAACAA/jO7psLzVz3Q/s1600-h/DSC01666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192276380565502290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6r27dB-VI/AAAAAAAACAA/jO7psLzVz3Q/s320/DSC01666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6q37dB-UI/AAAAAAAAB_4/l-kbBnaNgrE/s1600-h/DSC01665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192275298233743682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6q37dB-UI/AAAAAAAAB_4/l-kbBnaNgrE/s320/DSC01665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6qPLdB-TI/AAAAAAAAB_w/IqHJE9pfQ7c/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192274598154074418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6qPLdB-TI/AAAAAAAAB_w/IqHJE9pfQ7c/s320/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6pn7dB-SI/AAAAAAAAB_o/-fIaktEyAOc/s1600-h/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192273923844208930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6pn7dB-SI/AAAAAAAAB_o/-fIaktEyAOc/s320/DSC01658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6pC7dB-RI/AAAAAAAAB_g/EcuVGNj8028/s1600-h/DSC01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192273288189049106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6pC7dB-RI/AAAAAAAAB_g/EcuVGNj8028/s320/DSC01675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6ohbdB-QI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/BZyveLncfvI/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192272712663431426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6ohbdB-QI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/BZyveLncfvI/s320/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, it's one thing to think your child is really great. I (obviously) think that Lily is a really amazing girl...I'm her mom. I can go on and on about all of her endearing qualities...and I often do. It is a completely different feeling when someone ELSE thinks she is really special and says so. Over the past month or so, Jay and I have received several "compliments" on our girl. I won't go into all of them here - don't wanna gush too much. But, it does make a mom and dad proud to hear other people saying good things about their little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week at dance class, the grandma of one of the other little girls in Lily's class said that Lily is the STAR of the class. In her words, Lily always knows what is going on while the other little girls are about 2 steps behind. That really threw me for a loop...but of course, I couldn't agree more! (ha ha) The girl really CAN dance. Then, tonite at MY dance class, Lily's teacher stopped by to watch us for awhile...after class she was talking to my hip-hop instructor about Lily...going on and on about how sweet, funny, and talented she is. She told me that Lily is "way ahead of where most kids are at her age." She encouraged me to keep her in dance. She said "she continues to amaze me every week!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do plan on keeping her in dance for as long as she continues to love it. I really enjoy watching her - and would love to do so for years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics were taken before class last week...they don't showcase her "talent" (but they are cute)! Lily can almost always be found stretching, dancing, jumping, shaking, etc. She has also been singing "Please don't stop the music" OVER and OVER again lately...her theme song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3181282358369369253?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3181282358369369253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3181282358369369253' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3181282358369369253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3181282358369369253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-shining-star.html' title='Our Shining Star'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SA6r27dB-VI/AAAAAAAACAA/jO7psLzVz3Q/s72-c/DSC01666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5969499091945084264</id><published>2008-04-19T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:39:58.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dcd089c297483a89" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcd089c297483a89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28328EF5086ECCAC85F3C7B6FA8A58275CFED2BC.369EB87FEA17DDB4DE60EEC8E2E25A872C968CBB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcd089c297483a89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0a1xa7yNs6nDapjd2IQ05hr2CXU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcd089c297483a89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28328EF5086ECCAC85F3C7B6FA8A58275CFED2BC.369EB87FEA17DDB4DE60EEC8E2E25A872C968CBB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcd089c297483a89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0a1xa7yNs6nDapjd2IQ05hr2CXU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Thanks to the recommendation of the sweetest mommy/librarian I know - I bought a new book for Lily called "Grumpy Bird".  It became a FAST favorite.  We've had it less than 2 weeks, and she already has it practically memorized.  Here is her rendition.  I know you won't understand a lot of what she is saying, so I suggest you run out and buy it.  It's great!  How cute is she - sitting on the rocker just reading away!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5969499091945084264?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dcd089c297483a89&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5969499091945084264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5969499091945084264' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5969499091945084264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5969499091945084264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/grumpy-bird.html' title='Grumpy Bird'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5353938095889928642</id><published>2008-04-18T00:24:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:14:05.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More bubbles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf_Y6c435I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Y3V4SnXhM-A/s1600-h/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190397899040153490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf_Y6c435I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Y3V4SnXhM-A/s320/DSC01795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf-0ac434I/AAAAAAAAB_I/Tt8e1Xpwerg/s1600-h/DSC01783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190397271974928258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf-0ac434I/AAAAAAAAB_I/Tt8e1Xpwerg/s320/DSC01783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf-KKc433I/AAAAAAAAB_A/Ei4IAdDvNPA/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190396546125455218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf-KKc433I/AAAAAAAAB_A/Ei4IAdDvNPA/s320/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190393797346385746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf7qKc431I/AAAAAAAAB-w/yfbe48v0zh4/s320/DSC01720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf7Dac430I/AAAAAAAAB-o/NN_Lnq7gc4k/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190393131626454850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf7Dac430I/AAAAAAAAB-o/NN_Lnq7gc4k/s320/DSC01744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf6X6c43zI/AAAAAAAAB-g/aPF8iem__5k/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190392384302145330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf6X6c43zI/AAAAAAAAB-g/aPF8iem__5k/s320/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf5iac43yI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/zzORWrL_9Xo/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190391465179143970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf5iac43yI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/zzORWrL_9Xo/s320/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that about sums up our last couple days. I don't work Wednesdays and Thursdays, so Lily and I were outside enjoying the sunshine. Yay! Blowing bubbles, looking for bubbles, chasing bubbles...and sidewalk chalk too...then some resting up on the porch. Lily's new favorite is hop-scotch, although I need a refresher course on how that game is played! Oh, we did spend some time indoors cleaning out closets and drawers...bye bye winter clothes...hello capris and sundresses! We are happy girls here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I'll end with a Lil' Tidbit...the other night after I tucked Lily in bed, I came downstairs to my bedroom and heard this on the moniter..."I love you, mommy. I hope all your dreams come pwoo, I mean ta-rue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate to gush all over the place, but since she's come along - all my dreams HAVE come pwoo, I mean TRUE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5353938095889928642?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5353938095889928642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5353938095889928642' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5353938095889928642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5353938095889928642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-bubbles.html' title='More bubbles...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SAf_Y6c435I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Y3V4SnXhM-A/s72-c/DSC01795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4441460296927749696</id><published>2008-04-16T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:14:32.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday we went back to our &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALVXKc43xI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/j4LlXejDrfI/s1600-h/DSC01638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188944314603462418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALVXKc43xI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/j4LlXejDrfI/s320/DSC01638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;favorite spot for Mexican food...this time I brought my camera to catch Lily's antics with the Mariachi band.  Wouldn't you know that she decided to play it shy?  She went nuts shakin' and twistin' as long as she was hanging on to the end of our table (she looks a bit possessed in those pics, eh?) But when I tried to convince her to go dance with her "amigos" like last time she was not real eager. Ah, well, what can ya do?  The food was still delish and she did manage a big "Adios!" on our way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALUuqc43wI/AAAAAAAAB-I/wvsxYk3mdaE/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188943618818760450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALUuqc43wI/AAAAAAAAB-I/wvsxYk3mdaE/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALUN6c43vI/AAAAAAAAB-A/eDNEqBjeNQ0/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188943056178044658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALUN6c43vI/AAAAAAAAB-A/eDNEqBjeNQ0/s320/DSC01633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALTsac43uI/AAAAAAAAB94/su8P2viSOIY/s1600-h/DSC01634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188942480652426978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALTsac43uI/AAAAAAAAB94/su8P2viSOIY/s320/DSC01634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Hump-day everyone!  It is sunny and semi-warm here today so we're heading outside for some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4441460296927749696?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4441460296927749696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4441460296927749696' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4441460296927749696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4441460296927749696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird-wednesday.html' title='Weird Wednesday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALVXKc43xI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/j4LlXejDrfI/s72-c/DSC01638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5837896637411410900</id><published>2008-04-14T00:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:01:44.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bubble Queen is READY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALJcqc43sI/AAAAAAAAB9o/OTbbpd7Mqjk/s1600-h/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188931214953209538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALJcqc43sI/AAAAAAAAB9o/OTbbpd7Mqjk/s320/DSC01625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took these pictures last week when the temp peeked above 50 degrees...we didn't stay out long. But, Lily is SO ready for bubbles again. She still claims that winter is her favorite season, but she is ready for the next one...and so am I. She and Payton are so cute together. They play so well together - and share really well too. And, Payton isn't afraid to get his hands sticky, so he held the bottle for Lily when it was her turn. (he caters to the princess too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALI36c43rI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Ud7R9aNUDSc/s1600-h/DSC01631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188930583593017010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALI36c43rI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Ud7R9aNUDSc/s320/DSC01631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALIWac43qI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Xl8C3IAjR7Q/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188930008067399330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALIWac43qI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Xl8C3IAjR7Q/s320/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end with some recent tidbits from Lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She now recognizes that her skin is different from mine. She will say "I have tan skin cuz I'm fwom China. Do YOU want tan skin wike mine, momma?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she wants more juice and I have already cut her off she will protest with "but the thirsty is not gone yet!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day she told me "we're babysitters momma"...then she took Bella and Spot, put them on the couch and covered them with her blanket. I asked if they were taking a nap and she said "yeah, they were gettin' pwanky". (aka cranky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful weekend, despite the cold weather! We had a great time with Jay's sister Saturday.  Kristen, if you're reading this: it was so nice to see you and we hope you had a blast at your ball...Lily can't wait to see pictures of you in your princess dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are looking forward to a great week ahead...Happy Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5837896637411410900?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5837896637411410900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5837896637411410900' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5837896637411410900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5837896637411410900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-bubble-queen-is-ready.html' title='My Bubble Queen is READY!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/SALJcqc43sI/AAAAAAAAB9o/OTbbpd7Mqjk/s72-c/DSC01625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6083640649501029064</id><published>2008-04-11T08:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:55:10.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Friday Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5u0NGedLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/UFdWll0XFRM/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187705663926465714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5u0NGedLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/UFdWll0XFRM/s320/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just playing catch up here...the first pics were taken last week before Lily's dance class. There are actually a couple new girls in the class now, but they hadn't gotten there in time for the photo shoot. Besides, these 4 girls have been there from the beginning and truly have become friends. Their recital is in two months! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5uQ9GedKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/UDuDmVdx74g/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187705058336076962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5uQ9GedKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/UDuDmVdx74g/s320/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5tQNGedJI/AAAAAAAAB9A/JOGoWEwmNto/s1600-h/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187703945939547282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5tQNGedJI/AAAAAAAAB9A/JOGoWEwmNto/s320/DSC01564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had to post some pictures from Saturday's daddy/Lily trip to Home Depot. (just for you, Kim)...she made a planter box. Then they headed over to the garden section and bought a couple plants for it. Lily couldn't wait to show me my "pwesents"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5sq9GedII/AAAAAAAAB84/1STVRWKfKFo/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187703305989420162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5sq9GedII/AAAAAAAAB84/1STVRWKfKFo/s320/DSC01568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5sAtGedHI/AAAAAAAAB8w/YctymqN887o/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187702580139947122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5sAtGedHI/AAAAAAAAB8w/YctymqN887o/s320/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, these pictures were taken on Monday ("famiwee day"). Jay came home from work at noon so we could spend the afternoon together. The weather was beautiful, so we went downtown for lunch, walked around, grabbed a coffee, and spent some time at the bookstore. When we got home, Lily's friend Laney (from across the street) came over for a few...always a nice surprise. We had SUCH a sweet day together as a family. When I was leaving for work that nite, Lily asked "Is famiwee day gonna be over?" She seemed so sad. She gave me a huge hug and told me she'd miss me...I assured her that every day is family day around here. This seemed to cheer her right up. That's my girl. My happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5rbNGedGI/AAAAAAAAB8o/XcfMKSmxqQ8/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187701935894852706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5rbNGedGI/AAAAAAAAB8o/XcfMKSmxqQ8/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the weather is back to chilly and gray. But, we're patient. Hoping next week will bring the sun again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6083640649501029064?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6083640649501029064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6083640649501029064' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6083640649501029064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6083640649501029064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-friday-favorites.html' title='Some Friday Favorites'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_5u0NGedLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/UFdWll0XFRM/s72-c/DSC01560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-5474977203705356665</id><published>2008-04-09T10:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:48:07.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I can do it!"</title><content type='html'>Below are two videos showing Lily's growing independence. She can now ride her little bike all by herself - and daddy just took the handle off the back, so no more pushing her around the block! She is thrilled to be on her own - the video was taken last week on the first warmer day we had...Lily found some muddy puddles at the end of our street and decided they would be fun to pedal thru (over and over and over again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second video is Lily showing off her disrobing skills. Lately if I leave her alone in the livingroom for too long, I'll return to find her completely naked. (yikes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy...she is REALLY hammin' it up in this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-891e5d7183b38062" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D891e5d7183b38062%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23279A70C1BE340D1B84047BE6EAB57F0B71D4DE.5F11F195D5A0ACDFF6AB55C2425B3B77D4327AFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D891e5d7183b38062%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaBIQSXNXYrcvEvicg9d4-TimkP0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D891e5d7183b38062%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23279A70C1BE340D1B84047BE6EAB57F0B71D4DE.5F11F195D5A0ACDFF6AB55C2425B3B77D4327AFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D891e5d7183b38062%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaBIQSXNXYrcvEvicg9d4-TimkP0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e3c4c1e3985307d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e3c4c1e3985307d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D6CBF7E58281CF6CCA67FD5CCE3997C7496F529.366F1BDA899537FE3742297EBC56C38C2B330954%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e3c4c1e3985307d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJWcyVRgfVL5F_FtPq4fbs5w_5Po&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e3c4c1e3985307d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D6CBF7E58281CF6CCA67FD5CCE3997C7496F529.366F1BDA899537FE3742297EBC56C38C2B330954%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e3c4c1e3985307d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJWcyVRgfVL5F_FtPq4fbs5w_5Po&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;And, wouldn't you know? After all that struggling, I asked Lily if she'd like my help. Her reply: "Nope, I can do it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-5474977203705356665?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e3c4c1e3985307d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=891e5d7183b38062&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/5474977203705356665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=5474977203705356665' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5474977203705356665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/5474977203705356665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-can-do-it.html' title='&quot;I can do it!&quot;'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-9210370864932294448</id><published>2008-04-07T00:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:19:28.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_mgNjVUWBI/AAAAAAAAB8g/LOpK9aCoGjk/s1600-h/China+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186352600577234962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_mgNjVUWBI/AAAAAAAAB8g/LOpK9aCoGjk/s320/China+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_kWBzVUWAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/4M73f4BN5po/s1600-h/China+016_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186200666109138946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_kWBzVUWAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/4M73f4BN5po/s320/China+016_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three years ago today we held Lily in our arms for the very first time. After days, months, YEARS, of hoping, wishing, praying, and dreaming, our family of two became a family of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have struggled with what I would say in honor of this special day and I just keep coming up short. No words can adequately describe how I feel about my sweet girl. She has changed my life. She has completely rocked my world. Every day with her is a good day - even the bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily, today is our family's anniversary...but we celebrate the gift of you everyday. I love you more than words could ever say. You are a blessing to everyone you meet. I am so proud of the little girl you are becoming...sweet, funny, beautiful, strong, smart, and so loving. I am so happy we are a "famiwee forever"! Love, momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_kVuDVUV_I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/PaHaqJAASbI/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186200326806722546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_kVuDVUV_I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/PaHaqJAASbI/s320/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Lord, for having such a beautiful plan for our lives. Thanks for our sweet angel from heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-9210370864932294448?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/9210370864932294448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=9210370864932294448' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/9210370864932294448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/9210370864932294448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-years-ago.html' title='Three years ago...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_mgNjVUWBI/AAAAAAAAB8g/LOpK9aCoGjk/s72-c/China+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6206162835817086978</id><published>2008-04-05T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T09:23:49.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT lacking personality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Qr6zVUV7I/AAAAAAAAB7w/h0YrN2oerHk/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184817360222312370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Qr6zVUV7I/AAAAAAAAB7w/h0YrN2oerHk/s320/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QrTTVUV6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/2J9zxqBzouI/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184816681617479586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QrTTVUV6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/2J9zxqBzouI/s320/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QqzzVUV5I/AAAAAAAAB7g/BKobkJre76A/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184816140451600274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QqzzVUV5I/AAAAAAAAB7g/BKobkJre76A/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily might very well be cute enough to get by on her looks alone...not that she would ever try! But I think her personality is what really wins people over. She oozes cuteness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time at Logan's birthday party last nite - Lily was SOOOO excited to be having a "fiesta" and was running, jumping, spinning, dancing, and singing all night.  (yes, in her tutu)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a scare the other night - at 2:30am Lily cried out for me...I went upstairs, picked her up and started down the stairs to find her ballerina slipper (don't ask)...well, I was wearing big, fuzzy socks and slipped on that first step...down we came.  It was only by the grace of God that neither of us were hurt...we tumbled ALL the way down...I lost my grip on her for a moment, but re-caught her in the air and I only have a small scrape on my hand from the handrail...after she stopped shaking and crying she asked me how we did NOT get hurt...I told her God protected us...she said "OH...Is God OK?  Is Jesus?"  I assured her that everyone was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for his divine protection over my family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6206162835817086978?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6206162835817086978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6206162835817086978' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6206162835817086978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6206162835817086978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-lacking-personality.html' title='NOT lacking personality!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Qr6zVUV7I/AAAAAAAAB7w/h0YrN2oerHk/s72-c/DSC01364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-9075007354967836708</id><published>2008-04-04T07:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:51:55.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P3xDVUV4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/cu_BH0pTI5M/s1600-h/China+163_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184760018113943426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P3xDVUV4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/cu_BH0pTI5M/s320/China+163_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece, Logan, is 8 years old today. It's hard for me to believe! I was there the MOMENT she arrived in this world, and have had the honor of being there to celebrate so many more special moments with her. She captured my heart from minute one with her beautiful brown eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan, you are such an incredible girl. I am proud to call myself your aunt. I have always enjoyed spending time with you, ever since you were a baby. There was a time when I didn't know if I would have children of my own, so I always considered you to be the next best thing. (I made your mom and dad share you with me!) Thank you for being such a loving, funny, sweet, smart, yet silly, girl. We are so happy to have you in our lives. We look forward to many more fun times together...birthdays, New Year's Eve parties, sleepovers, picnics, carnivals, vacations, hip-hop recitals (haha)...I could go on and on! We hope you have a wonderful birthday, sweetie! We love you sooooo much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P3bDVUV3I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/G3ElRnX5xA0/s1600-h/Lily_%26_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184759640156821362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P3bDVUV3I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/G3ElRnX5xA0/s320/Lily_%26_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P1PjVUV2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/uvguK970NGM/s1600-h/DSCN5289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184757243565070178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P1PjVUV2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/uvguK970NGM/s320/DSCN5289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P0PDVUV1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/rJl0nqGoKfo/s1600-h/DSCN4864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184756135463507794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P0PDVUV1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/rJl0nqGoKfo/s320/DSCN4864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Py7jVUV0I/AAAAAAAAB64/vqS3XUOd-1Y/s1600-h/DSCN4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184754700944430914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Py7jVUV0I/AAAAAAAAB64/vqS3XUOd-1Y/s320/DSCN4907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PyDjVUVzI/AAAAAAAAB6w/kUrxhjWg2Fw/s1600-h/DSCN4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184753738871756594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PyDjVUVzI/AAAAAAAAB6w/kUrxhjWg2Fw/s320/DSCN4454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PxKDVUVyI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Q9mYGosYN3o/s1600-h/DSCN4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184752751029278498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PxKDVUVyI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Q9mYGosYN3o/s320/DSCN4264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PwTjVUVxI/AAAAAAAAB6g/x0coqYQmxDY/s1600-h/DSCN3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184751814726407954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PwTjVUVxI/AAAAAAAAB6g/x0coqYQmxDY/s320/DSCN3966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PvxjVUVwI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/zxeTopEGX2Q/s1600-h/DSCN3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184751230610855682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PvxjVUVwI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/zxeTopEGX2Q/s320/DSCN3965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PvDzVUVvI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/F_M-oyKG8_M/s1600-h/DSCN3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184750444631840498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PvDzVUVvI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/F_M-oyKG8_M/s320/DSCN3773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PuijVUVuI/AAAAAAAAB6I/1TLGY-pCt6g/s1600-h/DSCN3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184749873401190114" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PtOzVUVsI/AAAAAAAAB54/Th2XCqSO42M/s320/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PsazVUVrI/AAAAAAAAB5w/UsPIiGHw6pk/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184747541233948338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_PsazVUVrI/AAAAAAAAB5w/UsPIiGHw6pk/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_OvvjVUVqI/AAAAAAAAB5o/tDrPf_Ipdm4/s1600-h/DSCN2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184680827506939554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_OvvjVUVqI/AAAAAAAAB5o/tDrPf_Ipdm4/s320/DSCN2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all of these pictures just made me smile. I can't imagine a life without Logan in it. Not only for myself, but for Lily too. Every year on this special day I will remember that in 2005 we were in China and Logan waited until we returned home to have her birthday party. She said she didn't want to celebrate another birthday without Lily. Is that not the sweetest thing ever? And, three years later, Logan and Lily love each other like sisters...our family is so very blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lily is feeling just fine, by the way...she has a slight cold, but her tummy is good. Thank God! So, we are ready to party with Logan tonite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-9075007354967836708?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/9075007354967836708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=9075007354967836708' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/9075007354967836708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/9075007354967836708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday girl!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_P3xDVUV4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/cu_BH0pTI5M/s72-c/China+163_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3259108224437961916</id><published>2008-04-02T21:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:19:02.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy had a play-date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QvXzVUV-I/AAAAAAAAB8I/dSq6RVH9R5Q/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184821156973402082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QvXzVUV-I/AAAAAAAAB8I/dSq6RVH9R5Q/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Qt-jVUV8I/AAAAAAAAB74/qaui75hHmd8/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184819623670077378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Qt-jVUV8I/AAAAAAAAB74/qaui75hHmd8/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look back on my life I think I'll need to know that I did spend some time with people my own age - or at least close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QuwDVUV9I/AAAAAAAAB8A/uNTUVoA-N3g/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184820474073602002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QuwDVUV9I/AAAAAAAAB8A/uNTUVoA-N3g/s320/DSC01516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are some pictures from my "Girls' Night" last Saturday. I just had a few friends over to the house since Jay was at work. Lily hung out with us for awhile and then it was ADULTS ONLY - and she reluctantly went off to bed. We had a wonderful time and laughed A LOT. I've decided I need to do this more often.  Sadly, my friend Nicole (brunette) is moving to Idaho soon...she will be greatly missed by my entire family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, it is currently 9:00pm and Lily has been sleeping since 5:30...she complained of a tummy ache and went right to bed.  I may be in for a long night - pray for us, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3259108224437961916?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3259108224437961916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3259108224437961916' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3259108224437961916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3259108224437961916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/04/mommy-had-play-date.html' title='Mommy had a play-date!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_QvXzVUV-I/AAAAAAAAB8I/dSq6RVH9R5Q/s72-c/DSC01481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4572286464217921251</id><published>2008-03-31T00:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:38:04.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotsa Lil' Tidbits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Bi8jVUVpI/AAAAAAAAB5g/T729zrKo67k/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183751963519768210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Bi8jVUVpI/AAAAAAAAB5g/T729zrKo67k/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_BiUTVUVoI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/mDVMiBtbjHY/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183751272030033538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_BiUTVUVoI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/mDVMiBtbjHY/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_BhojVUVnI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/EJRdhlHs3_c/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183750520410756722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_BhojVUVnI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/EJRdhlHs3_c/s320/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it stopped snowing and/or raining long enough for us to actually get outside for a bit on Saturday afternoon.  It was FAR from warm, but we bundled up and got out there for some fresh air.  Lily (obviously) was in heaven...riding her bike, playing with a neighbor friend, and getting pulled along in her wagon.  Spring can come any day now...we're ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, on to the recent Lil' Tidbits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a lot of her most memorable material comes when we're driving in the car.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-on the way to grandma's house she starts yelling "We're coming bwamma!  We'll be there soon!"  So, I say "Yes, Lily, we will be there soon."  To which she replies, "I'm talking to bwamma!  She's not good at waiting."  She has mentioned several times since then the fact that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neither myself nor my mother are good at waiting.  Hmmm...where does she get her facts?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-on the way to a playdate she starts comparing the friend we were on our way to see to her "fwends fwom China"...she said "my fwends don't wive in China eddymore.  They wive in Amewica just wike me...when I wived in China I was so sad.  I was wooking for you eveweewhere and I couldn't find you...I'm so gwad you fwew in a pwane all the way to get me and bwing me home.  I'm so happy to be a famiwee forever!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was tucking her into bed one night last week she was talking about how much she missed  her friend that we had spent the afternoon with.  "I miss Riwee so much.  I reedy wanted to bring him home, he's so good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting her dressed the other morning she asks me "Did you pick out my ele-phit?"  I was like, "Did I pick out your ELEPHANT!? What are you talking about, Lily?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My ele-phit. Did you pick out my ele-phit!?  My ele-phit...my CLOTHES!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, your OUT-fit.  Yes, I picked out your outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is constantly rhyming words.  She'll say a word and pick a word that rhymes with it or she'll ask me to tell her a word that rhymes.  When she asked me what word rhymes with grass I replied "sass"...she immediately said "Oh yes, sass whymes with gwass.  I'm sassy...but I'm pwacticing NOT being sassy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked her what kind of party she wants for her birthday this year.  She said "A princess party...and when you see me, yell surprise.  And I'll say thank you, I love surprises."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is still very into imaginary play.  She is constantly grabbing pretend things out of her pretend backpack.  She even keeps rainbows in there and is always bringing them out to show people asking "do you wike wainbows??"  Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of her newest common phrases: "I'm gwumpy" and "I'm gettin' fwustwated."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in her playroom listening to a CD of some silly songs and she had questions about all of them.  The Farmer in the Dell: "Why does the cheese stand alone when evewee one else runs away?  My Bonnie lies over the ocean: "Bring back my body?" (I tell her "no, Bonnie") "But, we don't have a Bonnie.  I reedy wish we had one."  It's Raining, it's Pouring: "Why can't the old man get up in the morning?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On and on (and on)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I have so many more.  But, this is gettin' way too long.  Until next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4572286464217921251?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4572286464217921251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4572286464217921251' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4572286464217921251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4572286464217921251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/lotsa-lil-tidbits.html' title='Lotsa Lil&apos; Tidbits!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R_Bi8jVUVpI/AAAAAAAAB5g/T729zrKo67k/s72-c/DSC01477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6947672325472317952</id><published>2008-03-28T00:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:23:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-w_MzVUVmI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-y2sgoEHwbU/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182586760367199842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-w_MzVUVmI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-y2sgoEHwbU/s320/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Wednesday my sister and I took the kiddos rollerskating. It was the first time for Lily and Payton, but they geared up with their helmets and tiny little skates and were ready to GO! Unfortunately, their feet weren't quite as ready to rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-w-sjVUVlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/WAx50phCFKk/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182586206316418642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-w-sjVUVlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/WAx50phCFKk/s320/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-w-HzVUVkI/AAAAAAAAB44/jitXsdtC_x8/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585574956226114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-w-HzVUVkI/AAAAAAAAB44/jitXsdtC_x8/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see by the picture - the rest of the skaters are a blur as they speed around the rink. We were goin' at a MUCH slower pace...pausing approximately every 20 seconds for me to pull Lily off the floor. But, she had a sweaty blast. We were out there for at least an hour, and her hair was completely matted to her head by the time the helmet came off. Honestly, I had a great time too and will definitely be taking her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-870b7dd03d603cd2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D870b7dd03d603cd2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D438A774EF2BF6B934984BA9BA3F5480855CAB794.6626B01CF101557F8BAE082E6CC77027797B33D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D870b7dd03d603cd2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUsIAitzwx_LqVmf-jI57zVapnB0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D870b7dd03d603cd2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D438A774EF2BF6B934984BA9BA3F5480855CAB794.6626B01CF101557F8BAE082E6CC77027797B33D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D870b7dd03d603cd2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUsIAitzwx_LqVmf-jI57zVapnB0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;She went to bed early and easily that night saying "I'm tired from all dat skating!" The video isn't great - but it does explain why my right arm and lower back hurt so badly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6947672325472317952?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=870b7dd03d603cd2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6947672325472317952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6947672325472317952' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6947672325472317952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6947672325472317952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-first.html' title='Another first!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-w_MzVUVmI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-y2sgoEHwbU/s72-c/DSC01444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4978690150788798387</id><published>2008-03-26T16:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:07:53.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-q3HTVUVjI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ZNAiiNnJcls/s1600-h/DSC01353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182155657319831090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-q3HTVUVjI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ZNAiiNnJcls/s320/DSC01353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily starts preschool in the fall.  She will go 4 days a week for 2 and 1/2 hours.  At first, she was apprehensive, but now she claims she's ready.  She just reminds me that for now, she is just THREE years old, and school won't begin until she is FOUR.  So, I have my "baby" for a little while longer, then she is an official big girl. (yikes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her 6 month check-up at the dentist this morning.  She did really well again...said "ahhh" when she was told, and giggled a lot.  Kept saying "I really like the dentist"...up until the very end.  She was OVER it and said "Momma, I'm ready to go home now!"  I was ready too.  I DON'T like the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-q2fjVUViI/AAAAAAAAB4o/KuD_K8BAkSA/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182154974420031010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-q2fjVUViI/AAAAAAAAB4o/KuD_K8BAkSA/s320/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the picture she drew while waiting for me to finish my interview with her preschool.  I was quite impressed.  She usually won't draw anything free-hand.  She is a perfectionist and will usually say that she doesn't know how to do it right....but I think she did a darn good job on her butterflies and flowers.  In her words, it's a "masterpiece".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been keeping busy.  I took Lily rollerskating for the first time this afternoon.  I'll post pictures soon.  Hope everyone is having a wonderful week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4978690150788798387?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4978690150788798387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4978690150788798387' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4978690150788798387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4978690150788798387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-q3HTVUVjI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ZNAiiNnJcls/s72-c/DSC01353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3680375300320324293</id><published>2008-03-23T22:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:07:57.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cZ2TVUVhI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wmlp_gnXz1g/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181138317006362130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cZ2TVUVhI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wmlp_gnXz1g/s200/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful Easter this year...Lily went on an egg hunt at church, colored eggs, got an Easter basket filled with some of her favorite goodies, we had an incredible church service, a delicious lunch with family, and best of all - we took time to remember the real reason we celebrate Easter.  It's not about all of the things pictured here - although these things are certainly fun.  We remember everyday (especially Easter) that Jesus lived, He died, and He rose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cZQDVUVgI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hFTCbkSOq0I/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181137659876365826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cZQDVUVgI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hFTCbkSOq0I/s200/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cYIjVUVfI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/uOODrInV9Uc/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181136431515719154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cYIjVUVfI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/uOODrInV9Uc/s200/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cXZzVUVeI/AAAAAAAAB4I/JIO2kHTS5VE/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181135628356834786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cXZzVUVeI/AAAAAAAAB4I/JIO2kHTS5VE/s200/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cWszVUVdI/AAAAAAAAB4A/cNJd3tW4HxA/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181134855262721490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cWszVUVdI/AAAAAAAAB4A/cNJd3tW4HxA/s200/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cVmTVUVcI/AAAAAAAAB34/V7vW2WivYaA/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181133644081944002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cVmTVUVcI/AAAAAAAAB34/V7vW2WivYaA/s200/DSC01419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3680375300320324293?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3680375300320324293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3680375300320324293' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3680375300320324293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3680375300320324293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-cZ2TVUVhI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wmlp_gnXz1g/s72-c/DSC01347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4834377884241812059</id><published>2008-03-19T14:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:20:37.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-FWhCOVJaI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WP8yZzhPkXc/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179516171985429922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-FWhCOVJaI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WP8yZzhPkXc/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our weekend with Lily's cousins went very well.&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time together - and I got a glimpse at what it would be like to be a momma of FOUR.  (I'll pass.)  I'm tired.  Even Lily is catching naps here and there. (today she is upstairs in her bed...this picture was taken the other day after she had fallen asleep in the car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some recent Lil tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;Lily was playing on the computer when she yells "Mommy!!!! Heeeelp!"  As I walk into the office, she lifts her arms in the air and asks "What on earf did I do!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bedtime the other night Lily's prayer was simply this "God, please don't let me get carried away in a big, soapy bubble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I asked her if she would like some dinner...she said "I have some pretend food here in my back pack." (so she reached behind her back and grabbed some pretend food) "See, I got an apple.  chomp, chomp... Mmmmm...healfy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went to an Easter egg hunt at church - pictures to come.  Looks like we're going to have another COLD Easter...but Spring just has to come eventually, right?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4834377884241812059?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4834377884241812059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4834377884241812059' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4834377884241812059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4834377884241812059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/pooped.html' title='Pooped!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R-FWhCOVJaI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WP8yZzhPkXc/s72-c/DSC01304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-8364154353153674641</id><published>2008-03-15T23:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:36:42.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I started blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9ySziOVJYI/AAAAAAAAB3g/MqRf6w0MPec/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178175085627123074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9ySziOVJYI/AAAAAAAAB3g/MqRf6w0MPec/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all that came in the mail were bills. Not so anymore! Lily got more pressies today from my "blog friend" &lt;a href="http://makeupmessupsme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;...she loves her bunny cup and Easter puzzle! But what she REALLY loved? the beautiful ribbon that was placed on her gift. That kept her busy for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9ySRCOVJXI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wnWn6gAvJIc/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178174492921636210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9ySRCOVJXI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wnWn6gAvJIc/s320/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yRxCOVJWI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/jCiCcc9IVRE/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178173943165822306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yRxCOVJWI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/jCiCcc9IVRE/s320/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those faces! Lily just remembered that she doesn't have her Spot! (major tragedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yRPSOVJVI/AAAAAAAAB3I/zYelG8j7vRU/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178173363345237330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yRPSOVJVI/AAAAAAAAB3I/zYelG8j7vRU/s320/DSC01321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yQxiOVJUI/AAAAAAAAB3A/xMhq0OoxI_M/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178172852244129090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yQxiOVJUI/AAAAAAAAB3A/xMhq0OoxI_M/s320/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry, Lily...here he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mommy, I'm happy again. Now, let's do my new puzzle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yQKyOVJTI/AAAAAAAAB24/chXexg-8CRA/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178172186524198194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9yQKyOVJTI/AAAAAAAAB24/chXexg-8CRA/s320/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amy! You are so sweet! And I also want to thank &lt;a href="http://tuckedinsidemyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denise&lt;/a&gt; for the wonderful Easter book she sent to Lily last week - she loves it and asks me to read it to her daily. You girls are so wonderful to spoil my little princess. I tell ya, my bloggy friends are some of the BEST friends a girl could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be gone for a couple days...watching my sister's kids while she and her hubby are enjoying some much-deserved time away. Catch ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-8364154353153674641?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/8364154353153674641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=8364154353153674641' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8364154353153674641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/8364154353153674641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-i-started-blogging.html' title='Before I started blogging...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9ySziOVJYI/AAAAAAAAB3g/MqRf6w0MPec/s72-c/DSC01310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4679307281662333377</id><published>2008-03-13T16:18:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:59:59.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9mMwCOVJSI/AAAAAAAAB2o/4K6h5XGQbv4/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177324003497682210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9mMwCOVJSI/AAAAAAAAB2o/4K6h5XGQbv4/s320/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had a good week here. I'm tellin' ya, I should just carry a tape recorder with me everywhere we go, cuz Lily is just a non-stop source of entertainment. I record as much as I can, but there is so much that I forget! Here are some of the tidbits from the week that I actually remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other afternoon my sister and I took Lily and Payton to the play area at the mall. It is funny to watch how different the two of them are in those situations. Within minutes, Payton had joined a couple older boys in a game of tag. While Lily preferred to play by herself on the big pink hippo. She would climb up to the top, carefully and slowly stand up, raise her hands in the air and look over to me for my approval. I, of course, would clap and carry on. Beaming with pride, she would then scan the bench for any other adults who would give her praise...if they did, she would yell over to me "Dat's a nice guy/girl, momma!" Her smile would only disappear for a moment when another child DARED to come over to her spot on the hippo. What can I say? She's a good girl, but she IS a princess. (and she needs a sibling!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday night we went to dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant with my parents. Lily was dressed for the occasion (meaning: she wore her tutu). I had no idea she would actually be putting it to good use, but to my surprise, there was a Mariachi Band playing and Lily decided they needed a dancer. So, she was out on the floor shaking her tutu while they played "La Cukaracha" and "La Bamba". They didn't take Lily's request of "Old MacDonald"...on the way home she could not stop talking about it. "Momma, those Amigos played good Spanish music!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today, while Lily was playing on the computer, I got to work on cleaning my house. After awhile, she came running into the bathroom for a potty break and said "Good job cleaning the house, mommy!" I was so touched and was about to thank her for the compliment, when she continued by saying "but you got more work to do. The office floor is still dirty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now. Hope everyone is doing well...you may have noticed that I haven't been around as much lately. I have shifted my priorities and the computer has moved down on the list a bit. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care and have a wonderful weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4679307281662333377?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/4679307281662333377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=4679307281662333377' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4679307281662333377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4679307281662333377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/lil-tidbits.html' title='Lil tidbits'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9mMwCOVJSI/AAAAAAAAB2o/4K6h5XGQbv4/s72-c/DSC01274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-2700372654960925869</id><published>2008-03-09T00:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:07:30.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside-In</title><content type='html'>Us Michiganders are all about OVER this winter weather.  We're ready for Spring!  But, Spring ain't here! So sometimes ya just have to take matters into your own hands. The restaurant where I work threw a "Beach Bash" this past weekend to take everyone's mind off the snow outside...Lily was SO excited to wear a grass skirt and fish necklace, throw beach balls around and lift some weights. ("Wook how spwong I am, everyone!")  My inlaws were in town for the day, so the whole family met up there to enjoy the festivities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9SgNSOVJQI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VTDgCormleY/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175938021846230274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9SgNSOVJQI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VTDgCormleY/s320/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9Sh8iOVJRI/AAAAAAAAB2g/EEnH33BpVGE/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175939933106677010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9Sh8iOVJRI/AAAAAAAAB2g/EEnH33BpVGE/s320/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outside-in fun doesn't stop there!  Lily has also been back to her old self again (Lil Bubble Queen)...thanks to Steffie sending some bathtime &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9SdnCOVJOI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ev6X1ijw9B0/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175935165692978402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9SdnCOVJOI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ev6X1ijw9B0/s320/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bubbles our way.  She is in heaven!  She wants to take a bath constantly now, claiming to be "reawwee dirty"...thanks Stef!  We'll be enjoying bubbles indoors for now - and looking forward to when we can get back outside where we belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-2700372654960925869?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/2700372654960925869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=2700372654960925869' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2700372654960925869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/2700372654960925869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/outside-in.html' title='Outside-In'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9SgNSOVJQI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VTDgCormleY/s72-c/DSC01277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-1821890393649639855</id><published>2008-03-07T01:07:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:47:28.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of a princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DDBTgkwJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/4XHcUEISIaM/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174850399032885394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DDBTgkwJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/4XHcUEISIaM/s320/DSC01135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday morning the princess awoke very distraught. Oh mother dear, I have all of these pretend friends to play with, but I long to share the company of some living, breathing human beings. What ever shall we do?? I mean, isn't their ANYONE who would like to play with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, momma, I'm cute! I'm sweet and friendly too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the best puppy in the whole world that I will bring along to play. Can you please find me some real friends to play with today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DCWTgkwII/AAAAAAAAB14/6WOrxZeFT7k/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174849660298510466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DCWTgkwII/AAAAAAAAB14/6WOrxZeFT7k/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought and I thought. I really wanted to please my princess. There just had to be something I could do. And then I remembered some friends in a neighboring kingdom. We hadn't been to their castle in over a year! I called the Queen of their residence and asked if we could come over and play. To my great delight she said yes, and off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DBmzgkwHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/vWc7gZikxeI/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174848844254724210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DBmzgkwHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/vWc7gZikxeI/s320/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was so happy to spend some time with other princesses (and one prince)...unfortunately there were no dress up clothes for Prince Payton, but he was able to join the girls for a nice tea party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DA6jgkwGI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Bnqha65vrCs/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174848084045512802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DA6jgkwGI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Bnqha65vrCs/s320/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DAXjgkwFI/AAAAAAAAB1g/64BMyPP9gVg/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174847482750091346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DAXjgkwFI/AAAAAAAAB1g/64BMyPP9gVg/s320/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they all lived happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-1821890393649639855?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/1821890393649639855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=1821890393649639855' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1821890393649639855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1821890393649639855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/tale-of-princess.html' title='Tale of a princess'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R9DDBTgkwJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/4XHcUEISIaM/s72-c/DSC01135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-6173971148573593080</id><published>2008-03-05T22:21:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:56:39.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>More "Dance Pwass" pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89KTzgkwEI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/IO0dgkmpsT4/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174436200976793666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89KTzgkwEI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/IO0dgkmpsT4/s320/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily is still lovin' her dance class...and she is doing SO well in it, too.  On the way to class she will tell me how she is going to be a "good wistener" for Miss Amanda.  (and she will also tattle on her friends for NOT being good wisteners).  But, her favorite friend in class is Wexi, I mean Lexi.  They are both super cute, and super sassy.  (and super flexible.  Can you say OUCH!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89J3jgkwDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0PyiDbDXxKk/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174435715645489202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89J3jgkwDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0PyiDbDXxKk/s320/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89JKzgkwCI/AAAAAAAAB1I/5Z9Gu-Ew9c8/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174434946846343202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89JKzgkwCI/AAAAAAAAB1I/5Z9Gu-Ew9c8/s320/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey mom!  Miss Amanda let you come in and watch us!?  Cool.  Look what I can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89IqzgkwBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/jun5ZeCk5Zo/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174434397090529298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89IqzgkwBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/jun5ZeCk5Zo/s320/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89IHDgkwAI/AAAAAAAAB04/dzF8gLDlkhU/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174433782910205954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89IHDgkwAI/AAAAAAAAB04/dzF8gLDlkhU/s320/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and Lexi (oh, and Spot too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89HmDgkv_I/AAAAAAAAB0w/isrNOvk8DQE/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174433215974522866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89HmDgkv_I/AAAAAAAAB0w/isrNOvk8DQE/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily always brings Spot to class.  But, last week she also brought all of her other "pretend fwiends".  They are going everywhere with us these days.  There is Nice Fairy, Wiggles, Yo Gabba Gabba, and Tigger and Pooh.  On the way to my mom's house the other day Lily insisted I put the seat belt on Tigger and Pooh so they wouldn't "fall out"...then I turned around to see her with her arm outstretched and her hand in a fist.  I asked her what she was doing and she told me "I'm holding my fwiend's hand".  In the morning she will yell "Wake up fwiends!"  And she'll often tell me that they had a great sleepover.  Monday we had a playdate with REAL friends!  We had a great time - those pictures are to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-6173971148573593080?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/6173971148573593080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=6173971148573593080' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6173971148573593080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/6173971148573593080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-dance-pwass-pics.html' title='More &quot;Dance Pwass&quot; pics'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R89KTzgkwEI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/IO0dgkmpsT4/s72-c/DSC01080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-4449426509017184585</id><published>2008-03-04T00:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:38:02.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm a day late for "Movie Monday", but these videos were taken yesterday after dinner, so that counts, right? Lily and I were having a "dance party", but I had to take a break to catch my breath, um, I mean, to get her on tape! She was telling us that the music notes were flying out of the TV and she was dancing around trying to catch them and put them back in. Her imagination is going over-time these days, and we are finding it very amusing. The last video is the most amusing (in my opinion) for those of you who don't feel like watching them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14debcc0bc59e02c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De32e3c1de79efa6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D777BF5DA4D8F44C59F146E6CBE3A0A9D3883408.546C06812BA3C55E67A8A426E3F997A251622710%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De32e3c1de79efa6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSph4p7BxpvzR-X0dMh3bL_FPuSk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Yes, she had to stop cuz she was "sweating her butt"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-4449426509017184585?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=14debcc0bc59e02c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/4449426509017184585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/dance-party.html' title='Dance Party!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-1320520432869882174</id><published>2008-03-01T23:16:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:27:06.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oVFiCTQzI/AAAAAAAAB0o/aza99hJYH4k/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172970306768421682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oVFiCTQzI/AAAAAAAAB0o/aza99hJYH4k/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Home Depot for this month's project.  Lily and her cousins built race cars this time.  This is usually Jay's special time with Lily, but she wanted us to go as a "famiwee", so I tagged along. (That is why we actually have pictures this time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oUlSCTQyI/AAAAAAAAB0g/IAoO5N3n8Ew/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172969752717640482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oUlSCTQyI/AAAAAAAAB0g/IAoO5N3n8Ew/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oT1yCTQxI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/bfW76HkbmnE/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172968936673854226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oT1yCTQxI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/bfW76HkbmnE/s320/DSC01097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oTJSCTQwI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/TvB6ZXC_sF4/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172968172169675522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oTJSCTQwI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/TvB6ZXC_sF4/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oSjSCTQvI/AAAAAAAAB0I/P3c1HQA4Hwc/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172967519334646514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oSjSCTQvI/AAAAAAAAB0I/P3c1HQA4Hwc/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oQfSCTQtI/AAAAAAAABz4/0_qXhttfoSM/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172965251591914194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oQfSCTQtI/AAAAAAAABz4/0_qXhttfoSM/s320/DSC01125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home they built a snowman.  (Well, Jay did most of the work)  But, Lily did her part. She named him "Snowy"...then she gave him a big hug. When I asked her if I could get my picture taken with them she said "Yeah, but I'm gonna hode Snowy's hand."&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not sure she could get any sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oRDCCTQuI/AAAAAAAAB0A/6JppDDlfP4E/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172965865772237538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oRDCCTQuI/AAAAAAAAB0A/6JppDDlfP4E/s320/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oP1CCTQsI/AAAAAAAABzw/0zIbephZCc8/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172964525742441154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oP1CCTQsI/AAAAAAAABzw/0zIbephZCc8/s320/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird, we had a really nice day as a family.  But, there is still a part of me that never feels like it's enough.  Lily still managed to watch too much TV, and spend too much time on the computer (while Jay and I watched a movie in the other room).  That's my problem.  I clean, but the house is never clean enough.  I do, but there is always more to be done.  I love my kiddo, but I too often think about the veggies that she is not eating instead of the fruit that she actually is.  Does that make sense?  Anyway, God has been working on my heart in this area.  I'm a work in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-1320520432869882174?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/1320520432869882174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=1320520432869882174' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1320520432869882174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/1320520432869882174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-saturday.html' title='Our Saturday...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8oVFiCTQzI/AAAAAAAAB0o/aza99hJYH4k/s72-c/DSC01119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-53159337161336182</id><published>2008-02-29T00:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:15:09.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Volcanos and a Nice Fairy</title><content type='html'>Driving the other day Lily says from her carseat "Mommy, I'm wooking and wooking and I can't find any volcanos anywhere!" I told her that there are no volcanos in Michigan, but there are some in Washington State. She said "Oh no, that's not good. The melted rock is hot to the touch!" (She has been watching The Discovery Channel with Jay.) This made me laugh, but didn't really surprise me. She is always sponging up information and then spitting it back out at us when we least expect it. But lately she has been doing the "pretend thing". I read awhile ago that age 3 is when kiddos have imaginary friends and get very into pretend play. Well, up until quite recently I hadn't noticed much of that going on with Lil. I mean, Spot is her best friend - she treats stuffed animals and other inanimate objects (like balloons) as if they were people. But, the other night while we were out to dinner with my parents she climbed under the table...when I asked her to get back up on her seat she said "I can't, I'm scared of the fairy. She is gonna turn me into somefing" As she is saying this she is looking into the air at said "fairy". I convinced her that the fairy was nice, and wouldn't turn her into anything. This seemed to ease her mind and she decided that yes, the fairy WAS nice. So nice that she came home with us. She didn't drive in the car with us but flew ABOVE our car. We gave her a name. Lucy. (Lily wanted to name her Lily, but I told her that might get confusing.)  Lucy even slept in Lily's bed with her that night. The next morning I went up to Lily's room, sat down next to her to say good morning and I was accused of sitting on Lucy! Oops. Silly me.  Apparently I didn't smoosh her completely cuz she was fine all day and even went to dance class with us last night. Lily was introducing her to the other moms in the lobby...have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE age three???  So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8YsYr3csuI/AAAAAAAABzY/PUxQtRqoInI/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171870024685368034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8YsYr3csuI/AAAAAAAABzY/PUxQtRqoInI/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8Yr5b3cstI/AAAAAAAABzQ/P_AlyYG8KEU/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171869487814456018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8Yr5b3cstI/AAAAAAAABzQ/P_AlyYG8KEU/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-53159337161336182?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/53159337161336182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=53159337161336182' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/53159337161336182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/53159337161336182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-volcanos-and-nice-fairy.html' title='Hot Volcanos and a Nice Fairy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8YsYr3csuI/AAAAAAAABzY/PUxQtRqoInI/s72-c/DSC00980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-3634652986780115984</id><published>2008-02-27T01:29:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:21:25.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8Trm73cssI/AAAAAAAABzI/RpbaBdcqItQ/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171517326265987778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8Trm73cssI/AAAAAAAABzI/RpbaBdcqItQ/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's keeping us happy? Well, every Wednesday it is a "party" with Payton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8TrD73csrI/AAAAAAAABzA/0YKVHKdPCWg/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171516724970566322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8TrD73csrI/AAAAAAAABzA/0YKVHKdPCWg/s320/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8TqQL3csqI/AAAAAAAABy4/7fV2im8Y9ps/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171515835912336034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8TqQL3csqI/AAAAAAAABy4/7fV2im8Y9ps/s320/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of toys to keep us busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally had a playdate with our good friends that live across the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8Tpr73cspI/AAAAAAAAByw/YrvT4SfxL48/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171515213142078098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8Tpr73cspI/AAAAAAAAByw/YrvT4SfxL48/s320/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have purchased several Pre-K work&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8TpMr3csoI/AAAAAAAAByo/ylHphe4PbcI/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171514676271166082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8TpMr3csoI/AAAAAAAAByo/ylHphe4PbcI/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;books from the Dollar Store and Lily really enjoys doing her "homework". (practicing her letters, shapes, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got another fun pressie in the mail. Gee Gee made Lily this beautiful princess pillowcase - and Lily adores it. Can't ya tell? Tonight after she went to bed she yelled after me "Mommy, you forgot to pway!" So, I went back up, apologized, and prayed with her. Then she said "Repeat after me..."God, Lord, Jesus"...and she proceeded to name our family members to be prayed for (plus Spot and Bella), oh, and our church. Then said "I'm all done pwaying now. Goodnight (hugged me), stay happy mommy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, that is what I intend to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-3634652986780115984?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/feeds/3634652986780115984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841953961940180807&amp;postID=3634652986780115984' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3634652986780115984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841953961940180807/posts/default/3634652986780115984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com/2008/02/staying-happy.html' title='Staying Happy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06740849420898692738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__VqkU60bKFM/Rbwx7mCKxiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GUlOsplIxSw/s200/orientals.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8Trm73cssI/AAAAAAAABzI/RpbaBdcqItQ/s72-c/DSC00934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841953961940180807.post-79966760184196210</id><published>2008-02-25T01:37:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T02:15:56.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8JG_L3csmI/AAAAAAAAByc/K3TQBNT_GYw/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170773373505811042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VqkU60bKFM/R8JG_L3csmI/AAAAAAAAByc/K3TQBNT_GYw/s200/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15c99d2e88feae6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15c99d2e88feae6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35867AB767D76FD7B2862CD949A6F6F3674AA662.17B6C0A79E7F3793F322DE07AFC3B1DEA692862D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15c99d2e88feae6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1JLBlbUxO2Yr1STr-wJk-hE750A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15c99d2e88feae6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279524%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35867AB767D76FD7B2862CD949A6F6F3674AA662.17B6C0A79E7F3793F322DE07AFC3B1DEA692862D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15c99d2e88feae6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1JLBlbUxO2Yr1STr-wJk-hE750A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So, as you know, we have been spending a lot of time indoors. Our newest activity is tic-tac-toe...I thought with as bright as Lily is - she would be great at this game. Nope. She just doesn't grasp the concept of getting 3 'O's in a row. I let her win occasionally, but usually it's a cat's game or mommy wins. She cried about it at first - big, alligator tears..."I don't wike to wooze. I wanna win, mommy! It's not fear(fair)!" I had a long discussion with her about how sometimes ya win, and sometimes ya lose, but it is just a game. No need for tears. She seemed to understand - but when I got up from the table for a minute, I came back to see that she had CHEATED! That's when I decided to get my little Cheater Peter Pumpkin Eater on tape!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the picture is just something that I found to be funny. The white cardboard piece was sitting on the floor after Lily received one of her many bows in the mail - she looked down at it and (out of the blue) said "That wooks wike Utah!" So, I ran to her puzzle to grab the Utah piece, and sure enough! Amazing little memory she has.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841953961940180807-79966760184196210?l=lifewithlilylin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4
